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Evolution Eradication

The Ending Orgasms

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Part two of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

"Unnngghhhh..."

Sandor woke slowly, as if he was swimming up through a thick sludge, pushing and pulling, his surroundings dragging at him as if they didn't want to relinquish him, once more, to the waking world. He tried to blink, but his eyelids were too heavy, far too heavy, dragging down and weighing him in place. There was even the ghost of a yawn around his jaws, making him strain and stretch.

Everything, however, ached. Even places where the fox had never ached before, grunting, groaning, working his tongue around his thick and fuzzy mouth. It didn't even feel like his tongue anymore, a foul taste lingering in the back of his mouth, and he licked softly, his weight pulling him forward and something yanked tautly around his shoulders. His back thrummed with pain and he tried to stand up and back a bit, even though it did not feel like his feet were on solid ground.

When he managed to open his eyes fully, however, it did not make anything better in the slightest. The room around him seemed to be circular, the walls a dull grey with every member of his team hanging there, trapped in what seemed to be pods. The dome-like covering over each of them was orange, glowing faintly, though Sandor could not tell where the light source was coming from. It seemed to emanate from...just the material surrounding them, allowing them all to see dimly, even if they could not see anything but one another clearly.

The room was only large enough to hold all of them, every anthro nearly shoulder to shoulder. Sandor struggled, twisting back and forth, though...he couldn't move. He was standing more or less upright, just tipped forward, with his tail free to move and his arms and legs sucked into the mod. It was a hard, gloopy substance, though he couldn't even wriggle his fingers and toes, for it was just that thick around his limbs. The others were in a similar predicament, the orange, glowing pods sucking them in and holding them in place, preventing them from even the semblance of escape.

His upper thighs up to his shoulders were all free, though he was naked, in nothing more than his white fur. Sandor swallowed a groan, eyes narrowing, trying to appear cool and in control of the situation, slipping into his Commander persona all over again. It was a place that he could retreat to, of course, when things were truly dire, though he didn't honestly see how any of them were getting out of that.

Everyone was naked, Bytter raising his head sluggishly, bare but for the alien repellent locks. That was something, at least, and he smiled faintly. At least, the aliens would not be able to drain any of them of their semen. There would still be hope for their families and loved ones back on the planet, those back at home. Everyone that they had been fighting for.

"Unff! Let me go!"

Shamar fought, snarling and twisting, arching his back and bucking - but the alien devices were not having any of that. The more he struggled, the more the glowing goop of the pod sucked him deeper, as if it could encase him completely, if things escalated to that point. As he wrenched his body back and forth, arching his back, his back and shoulder blades were pinned back into the pod, sucked in tightly. In such a fashion, the most Shamar could do was tighten his glutes and lash his tail, even his neck restrained so that his eyes were left wide and wild. Not that the tiger would ever admit to that, however.

Not that it mattered anymore.

Nothing of that kind mattered, not as the others tried the same, Sandor remaining still, though it did not mean that he had the most freedom in the slightest. Whether they could thrash and twist back and forth meant nothing in the grand scheme of things, not as the pods held them tightly, giving up not a single inch of grip.

"Quiet," Sandor hissed. "Listen."

They stilled, though there were still many heaving chests as they panted, trying to contain themselves. They had to hold onto the moment, had to remember where they were, everything that had brought them to that point in time. There was so much more for them back on the planet but there was not a soul there that thought they were going to make it back to the land ever again.

At least they would not make things worse.

Right?

A large screen whirred down softly from a hidden slot in the ceiling, double-sided and displaying an image of them in the room.

"Hello, Earthling anthropomorphs," a strange, eerie voice came through, as if it could have been an anthro - yet came from another place and time entirely. "Your ill-advised attempt to harm us has come to a timely end. Every single one of your bombs has been disarmed, although there was not a single lifeform on our vessel to hurt or injure. Taking down our mothership would never have rendered us obsolete. We operate from a distance."

"Why are you telling us this?" Sandor growled, his lips peeling back from his teeth. "What if we use this information against you, huh? What are you going to do then?"

The screen changed, showing a close-up of Sandor's chastity device. The white fox folded his ears back, pinning them aggressively to his head. Even his tail was stiff and held out rigidly from his body. To have that part of him on open display was humiliating, even though he knew that it was out of his control. When embarrassing things came to light, it really was something of no real significance.

The screen changed again, showing their vessel, which was docked in the mothership's port. Sandor locked onto that. Maybe that was their way out... He couldn't give up hope, even then, even when he knew that there were such tiny odds that they would be able to get back to their old lives, their real lives that mattered.

The aliens still, however, did not show themselves.

"The anthros of Earth are welcome on board the mothership as guests," the voice said, though Sandor shook his head, even as the rest of the crew stirred and mumbled amongst themselves. "Your evolution was an accident and you should never have existed on planet Earth. Your existence is a mistake. Our mistake."

Sandor clamped his jaws shut. Was he catching the extra inflection on the "our" or was he applying more meaning to the strange voice than was actually there?

"That is none of your concern," Sandor barked sharply, raising his voice. "We deserve to exist in the universe as much as anyone else, any other lifeforms!"

"We disagree," the alien voice said simply, showing scenes of the land, the destruction that anthros had wracked, how much terror had been laid waste to the planet as they had grown and spread across every single continent. "You have not cared for this world, not with your cities, devouring all that stands in your way as if you are the only creatures on this planet that matter. You should have remained animals, on all fours, and never risen to stand on two feet. You have polluted this planet beyond recognition, destroying the environment. This is an abomination."

Sandor growled.

"We're trying to change that! But we cannot focus on replenishing the planet to the way that it once was if you are attacking us! How do you think sending your warriors down here and your fighter ships is going to help anything?"

Of course, the aliens didn't care about any of that, though all the fox could think to do was to buy them a little time, some time, any time. There was nothing else for him, scrabbling at an answer in the depths of despair.

But he would not give in to it.

"We will ensure that the future of Earth is secure," the alien said, showing images of a thriving, replenished, powerful planet on the screen - images that, to be fair, were rather nice to see, even if there were no anthros in them. "Never again will this accident come to pass. We learn from our mistakes, unlike your evolved kind."

There was a pause, the screen showing the image of a fox, a tiger, a horse - every member of their team.

"We never meant for any of that to happen," Carter grunted, the bull speaking up as he stood tall and still in his pod. "This... This isn't the way that we fix it!"

"And we were not that bad anyway," Jace scoffed, the wolf rolling his eyes, despite the situation. "Things would have happened to the planet, glaciers melting, the hole in the ozone layer... We didn't do anything. There have always been fluctuations in temperature. We deserve to still be there! We evolved - so we will stay there!"

Others murmured their agreement and Sandor sighed, his ears splaying out a little more gently, no longer aggressively pinned. It probably wasn't the best thing to do, in antagonising the aliens, but they had already dug their hole. Maybe they would end up sleeping in it.

"Your objections are overruled. Your fate is sealed. You will be grateful to us, very soon, for this information, for informing you that your existence is a mistake. Without this knowledge, the mistake cannot be rectified."

The aliens, even using English, a language that the anthros could understand, spoke with a different candour to their tone, a little more clipped. It was as if they did not understand accents or inflection, how anthros communicated just as much with how they said things as well as what they actually said. There were no extra words in there, or, at least, very few, as if they were mimicking some recorded speech patterns from anthros, though had had a small sample pool to pull from.

"We will never be grateful for this," Sandor said lowly, drawing attention once more. "This is not the life that we wanted and not a life that any of us would choose. We never wanted to fight you. It was you that forced our hand."

A laugh would have been appropriate there. However, the aliens didn't laugh.

"You called the fight to you," the aliens said, "with your treatment of the planet. You are complicit in its destruction: this is a fact. "You will praise us for exterminating your kind and be willing in the execution of it. This will be gained from you through ejaculation."

Sandor flinched, drawing back a couple of inches, even though there was nowhere for the fox to go.

"What?"

He knew what they wanted from them, of course - but weren't the locks supposed to keep the aliens from getting at their intimate areas in that way? Belatedly, Sandor realised the design flaw in the chastity devices, though it was far, far too late to change things. In all truthfulness, the aliens would have found a way around them even if they had covered more, though the main issue with the ones that Sandor's team were wearing was the exposure of their backsides and balls.

His team shrieked and growled, fear heavy in the air, though Sandor's experience locked into himself. Tentacles shot from the mechanics surrounding the pod, though they were not made of any organic matter, something hard and rounded pressing up under his tail. The fox ground his jaws together and suppressed a howl as a lubricated, mechanical tentacle rammed its way up under his tail, taking advantage of his exposed tail hole as it ground its way deep.

"Unff..."

It was a quiet grunt, as quiet as Sandor could make it, though it still escaped his clamped jaw and lips in a puff of breath. Damn it... They had them! The fox quaked in place, trying to show strength in the moment, his mind going blank, meditating.

If he controlled himself and controlled his body...he would be fine. He had to trust the repellents, that they would hold, for even if they were stimulated, there was a small electrical current emitted from the devices that would stop them from climaxing too. It was a clever invention, truly, though Sandor begrudged the reason that those particular chastity devices had had to be made in the first place.

The fox grunted and groaned, tipping his head back, his backside stretching wider and wider around the tentacle. It wormed its way deep inside him, not even acting like a cock, twisting and wriggling back and forth, pumping its way deep, thrust after thrust, grinding over his prostate.

That had a shot of stimulation racing through him as he heaved for breath, his jaws hanging open, trying to remind himself to breathe. He had to forget everything that was happening to him, truly, holding onto the moment, thinking only of home, anything to help him bear through.

The mechanical tentacles, which turned out to be more like arms, in fact, with additional devices and attachments, had more than merely penetration in mind, however. Another pressed to his nuts, vibrating them with a rounded, massage wand attachment - at least that was vaguely what it looked like to Sandor. As some as the vibrations travelled up into his nuts and crotch, the fox grunted and snarled, lips dragging themselves lethargically back from his teeth, trying to not let his need show on his face even as an edge of desperation sank into his soul too.

Maybe he had no hope. But the fox knew that he had to try.

While Sandor tried to hold back, the others were not quite as lucky as to have the control over himself that they could have longed for. Not that it made it any better for Sandor, of course, as his arse clenched around the mechanical tentacle, thrusting and pulsing, vibrating furiously up under his tail too, but he looked like he was managing everything better than the others in outward appearances only.

Jack groaned, the bay stallion struggling and fighting, though the aliens left him to thrash, his muscles bulging, glistening with sweat. Like Bevan, the darkness of his short-haired coat was perfect for letting his muscles be highlighted by that sheen of sweat, even though it should well have taken place in far less dire circumstances. The stallions glanced at each other, fighting viciously, though they both had electrodes attached to their balls that sent light electric pulses through them. Stronger pulses would have caused them pain - and that was not what the aliens wanted, not at that time.

No... It was pleasure that they wanted to draw on in the anthros, forcing them closer and closer to the brink that they could not quite tip over, not with the chastity locks in place. Bevan neighed and shouted curses, arching his back and thrusting out, his thighs aching furiously as muscle bulged. It was not a position that the stallion would ever have chosen to be in, his fight and flight instinct driving him to act, to move, to do something, anything. He couldn't just be still, not even as he flinched and jolted from every single electric shock that shot through him from his nuts. Even though it was not quite possible, he swore that he could feel his own cum sloshing and splashing around inside his nuts, his mind trying to apply some manner of reasoning to the sensations.

He'd never toyed with e-stim before and pleasure wracked him, his cock trying to shove out of his sheath against the chastity lock, but it was kept in there, neatly in place. His sheath plumped out to the extent that it was able, even though there was not much space in there in the slightest, pain increasing along with pressure. It was overruled, however, by the urgent, rising need to cum, Bevan rocking his hips and thrusting.

"Unnnfff... Nnnnnngggghhhh... Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuck!"

It was embarrassing to cry out like that, though Bevan was not in any kind of position to feel any true humiliation over it. The black stallion's muscles contracted as he tried to haul himself to the right, leaning as far over as he could go, testing the limits of the pod. Of course, it didn't let him out, not as he screamed and bucked, eyes wide and wild, tears building in the corners.

Frustration was only the half of it as he sweated profusely, his mane clinging to his neck as he twisted his head back and forth, lips wobbling, though the tiny muscles in his face twitched and twitched and twitched. Yet the stallion could try to process it all as much as he liked: it simply wasn't something that his body or his mind could work through.

If he had been free, he would have already ejaculated. For it was at that moment that the true horror of what the aliens were forcing the anthros through dawned, at least, on Bevan. The aliens were milking them, even then, pushing them to that brink of orgasm and then keeping them there - for the orgasm repelling locks would not let them cum.

And that revealed the true, complete meaning of torture in that moment, how it rolled through them, throb after throb, pulse after pulse, aching and straining, bodies bucking and twisting without any manner of control over themselves. Perhaps they had never had that control and, in their own way, the aliens were doing them a favour by stripping it from them.

Isai howled, unable to keep himself in the slightest, the dog twisting and hunching forward, regardless of the strain that it put on his shoulders. His back ached fiercely and the dog swore that he felt something pop out of place, but the silver Labrador wasn't a quiet lover by any means under the best of circumstances. The silver hue of his light brown coat came through in a sharp gleam, though he was not as heavily muscled as some of the others, a lean power in his body.

"Unff... Noooooo!"

He whimpered, head hanging, panting heavily as his pink tongue lolled from his mouth. No matter how much Isai panted, however, he couldn't get enough air into his lungs, couldn't soothe the burning in his soul.

He needed to cum, so desperately. Even though he couldn't remember the last time that he had ever used anything under his tail, the dog had played somewhat with anal penetration and stimulation in the past. It was not unfamiliar to him - and yet Isai had never, not even once, used something that big under his tail.

His poor pucker was stretched to its limit as the mechanical dildo, a tentacle that pounded him ruthlessly, worked back and forth. Somehow, it angled itself perfect to rake over his prostate with every thrust, bearing down hard, though he did his best to pull back and away from it, to not grind even more heavily onto it so that it gave him pleasure.

His cock throbbed vehemently, trying to swell, his soft flesh striving to harden, squashing up against the device - but he didn't want it there anymore! The need to cum wasn't something that Bevan had ever experienced before without a climax coming. He wasn't used to edging and he didn't like that kind of thing anyway, just swapping positions and having good, long, marathon sex sessions with partners. He was open to a lot, though it all had to come with pleasure, for him, and not frustration.

The dog twisted, his biceps bulging, though it was only in how it was shown that he was straining, fighting the pounding force under his tail with every iota of his being. Every scrap of energy that he could use was taken up by bearing through the moment, the only rhythm that Isai had to lean into being that of the thrusting tentacle cock and his own panting breath.

Maybe he could count the seconds like that, with his breath. Or maybe it was just a false means of passing the time.

"Unff... Fuck... No..."

The dog howled, throwing his head back, holding on. The device would help, he told himself, desperately running through that idea in his head, again and again. If he relied on the chastity device, everything would be okay, he would never give them his seed.

No matter how much he wanted his orgasm...

Sandor didn't know what they were doing, that they were trying to milk them of their seed even while they were wearing their chastity locks. His cock throbbed and drooled tiny drops of pre-cum even in there, his shaft trying to swell up against the device, though the chastity lock did its job in preventing him from swelling anywhere near fully. He could still drip pre-cum, however, even if his cock was completely soft.

He couldn't think, couldn't entertain rational, considering thought, not even as he swept his desperate gaze over his teammates, those that had worked with him and under him. They deserved so much better. And yet there was something intoxicating in how they bucked and thrust, heaving their bodies. So many of them there were heavily muscled, including Sandor, and sweat slicking down fur to muscle only rendered it even more defined than usual.

The tiger could not move much at all, poised there like an erotic statue as he trembled, yowling with pain and strain as his desire coursed through. A fat length of mechanical tentacle rammed up under his tail, working its way furiously back and forth, though it was not there to bring Shamar pleasure, not in any way. Pleasure was merely a byproduct of what the aliens wanted from him, needing the seed of a feline to being the eradication process.

Shamar knew none of that and Sandor's heart lurched for him, wishing so very much that there was something, anything that he could do for him. He was their commander...and yet he was helpless.

It was not a position that the fox wanted to be in, no, not at all, not as he grunted and watched the others fight. The stallions seemed to fight the hardest, though there were moans too, however unwanted they were. Everyone resisted in one way or the other, the stag's broadly muscled chest thrust forward as Lukas put a curve into his back, with his chest being the point that was thrust boldly forward the most. His small tail twitched and bobbed, as if he was trying to show the white underside in warning to someone else, though the other anthros would have had to understand deer body language in the first place. Every anthro had a different way, when it came to their species, of communicating.

It didn't matter. Not as the fox's attention swept over to Jace and Yair, positioned next to each other, the lion roaring fiercely, his jaws parted. His mane was already a wet, sweaty mess around his face, tangled where it was usually smooth and well-kept, even when Yair was out on a mission under Sandor. The fox didn't know quite how he did it. But it was so, even as the lion pressed forward, his thighs looking larger than ever, though all the power of a male, even in that moment, couldn't overcome the simple power of the aliens.

For they knew the weaknesses of the anthros, even in the limits of what their bodies could do, and simply went a step beyond that, forever forcing the anthros to fight and fight, even knowing that the freedom they craved was irrevocably out of reach for them.

Jace howled and snapped at the air, trying to contain himself, even though things were out of control. He locked his gaze onto Bytter, the only other wolf there, trying to use him to ground himself, to hold onto the moment as well as he could. Bytter, however, wasn't looking at anyone, the wolf's jaws clenched while his lips pulled back, showing his teeth, though it didn't help him contain anything, not even then. He whimpered throatily, swallowed up by the clamping of his jaws, muscles twitching, shoulders trying to jolt forwards. And yet the grey wolf had reached the limit of his bondage, the pod holding him there, not to release either his arms or his legs until he had supplied every drop that the aliens needed from him.

They didn't need to know the full extent of the alien plans for them, even in that moment. Not as the vibrations trembling into his body from his tail hole made him twist, gasping and heaving through his nostrils. Jace snapped, the wolves fighting in time with one another, though they were fighting a battle that they could never have hoped to win.

Sandor, however...he had to be strong. He had to be strong for all of them, especially as more and more time passed and the chastity devices, thankfully, kept their orgasms locked away.

It was working! Hope surged in his chest, swelling, rising. If they didn't orgasm...they couldn't let down their friends, their family, their planet. All would be well, no further harm, from his team, would come to pass.

"Unff... Is this...what you expected?" Sandor snarled, addressing the aliens who had to be viewing the room, for there were speakers set up and, clearly, microphones too. "Us to hold out for so long? That is what the meaning of evolution is - to us! Nngghhh... Growing...strong... We have a reason to fight!"

"Unff... Yeah!" Carter grunted, though it was a great effort for the bull to force the words out. "Regardless...what happens to us...mmm...we won't give you our seed. Our semen is for our people alone! Only them!"

Carter meant all anthros, of course, but it was hard for the bull to get out full sentences with his words in the right order. The mechanical dildo rammed up under his tail vibrated powerfully, so strongly, in fact, that it forced his entire tail to shake, not even thrashing the slim, ropey length back and forth. The thick, coarse hair at the tip swiftly dampened with sweat and foam from his body, where his sweaty form had been subject to friction. Although his sweat came with a fresh, clean scent to it, as was natural, there was still a rich, deep aroma of male musk ringing through the undertone of the twist of scents filling the room.

That could not be helped, not even as the black bull screwed up his energy, every scrap of mental resources he had left to him. He had to follow the lead of his commander, Sandor, the best that he could. It was all he had left to him, spitting, literally, in the face of the aliens, though a glob of saliva was not going to stand out in the grand scheme of things. There was a whole planet and ecosystem, of anthros, at stake there, not just the lives trapped in that little room.

"You'll never break us," the bull said, grunting thickly, forcing the words out as if he was using his big tongue, even then, to push them from his mouth. "We are...mmm...strong...stronger... So much stronger..."

They only drooled pre-cum but, through his moans, Isai spoke up too. The dog's tail even wagged as if he was in a much better situation than he was at that moment, lifting a little, not holding the rigidness to it that both of the wolves' tails had.

"Yes..." He moaned, trying to swallow but finding that his throat wouldn't quite work with him there, saliva drooling out of his mouth. "You can torture us...but we won't give you what you want..."

Sandor smirked, even as vibrations ramped up on his nuts, startling half of a strangled bark from his lips.

"Agh! Yes! My team is strong... And we have the repellents! That's not something that you thought of, is it?"

"Unff... Yeah..." Isai chimed in, though the dog groaned and twisted, bucking wildly. "Anthros... the locks... Mmmnnnggghhhh..."

The sentiment behind his words, however, was clear as Sandor laughed aloud. It held a deranged edge to it, however, a little too high-pitched to be a natural laugh coming from the fox's lips, even if it was not one that would ever again be repeated.

"You will not take our semen for your plans," he snapped, narrowing his gaze as his thick fox brush of a tail lifted proudly. "We...will never be complicit in harming the Earth! Anthros deserve to live!"

And, perhaps, that was true. Perhaps that was not true. The aliens were the only ones that made that decision, however, even though Sandor may have suffered greatly in the relinquishing of command.

Over to someone, something, that was never going to look after his team as he was.

"The stimulation of your team is progressing exactly as planned," the alien voice said, coming from the speaker, which must have been a part of the monitor, for how it echoed around them and glanced off the walls. "We are glad for your co-operation. Your semen will be used to sterilise anthros on Earth. The details are beyond your comprehension."

Sandor scoffed.

"We know that you were stealing it to cause harm... Sterilisation will not wipe us out! There's inter-species pregnancy now, we're stronger than that! And that's because we will always adapt!"

The fox smirked even as he pressed back, letting a little slack go into his arms. However, Sandor was still acutely aware of how his body was jerked and jostled by every thrust of the dildo into his tail hole.

He just had to ignore it. He had to be there for his team. Even though the details of what he was doing and the timeline of everything was blurring, his mind threatening to devolve further and utter into a state of utter depravity. That was most likely what the aliens wanted, of course, so Sandor locked onto the notion that he had to fight it with every shred of energy he had in his body.

Who knew what would happen to them once the aliens realised that they were not able to get the chastity locks off them? But why was it, in that case, that the aliens were overstimulating them? Sandor thought they were smarter than that, but maybe they didn't realise that the chastity locks, which were new, could only be gotten off any of them with a special code for each of them.

Either way, he was able to hold on a bit more, looking straight ahead of him, eyes a little glassy.

"The anthros... Everyone..." Sandor groaned, his lower back slumping a little where he could no longer hold his muscles taut. "They will resist. They will always fight back against you, always. There is nothing that will overcome us, not as anthros... Not across the entire globe..."

Yet Sandor had already pushed things too far and, of course, the aliens had something more in mind, the pods rumbling faintly as they closed up in front of them. It was only for a visor to be slipped in close to their eyes and over their muzzles, feeding them visionary stimulus, scents and even taste with a small nozzle forced between their lips. With how much they were moaning, of course, it was easy enough for the narrow nozzle to slip in there.

"What the... Unff!"

His tongue pressed against the nozzle, stopping him from talking fluidly, though his muzzle couldn't move to the side either. Panic clawed at his heart, as if a band was being clamped around his chest, and Sandor heaved for breath, breathing as quickly and as easily through his nostrils as he could. His tail lifted, strained and stiff, but then all he saw was spirals.

The visor covered their ears too, chanting in an alien language, weaving and winding its way into them, deeper and deeper. Sandor growled and tried to close his eyes, fighting the spiralling, swirling shapes dancing across his vision, blurring into one, but something sprayed into his eyes, numbing his eyelids.

"Mmm-hmm-mmph!"

He growled, trying to fight it, but the numbing agent prevented him from even closing his eyes, as much as his eyes prickled and strained. There was a slight bit of fogging over his eyes, muddying his vision, but not enough as strange, sickly-sweet scents flooded him.

Sandor could not have known that it was a concoction designed to heighten his arousal and lower his inhibitions, a drug of some kind. It was something of alien creation, of course, though they didn't need to know that. Not as Sandor humped and fought, the vibrations ramping up as he was forced to pay more and more attention to his body.

The words... The alien language... It pushed at him, as if it was digging its bony little fingers into the mental wall that he had built, what he had done to increase his resilience through so much mental training.

He couldn't decipher the words, not as the words fused and...somehow...translated to the English that he knew and understood.

Take your time, take a breath, there is no more for you outside. Nothing more, just us, only us. Release your semen to us, give us everything. You have no other purpose in life.

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Sandor scoffed and twisted. Did they really think that was going to work? No, no, no... His fingers tried to clench into fists, though the pod held his limbs fast, as if his fingers had been frozen in a slightly spread and curled position already, locked in time. But the fox still didn't need to show an outward display of defiance, not like that.

No... All he had to do was to ignore the spirals, the voices, the words, the sensations...

The tentacle under his tail throbbed, pulsing as if it was made from organic matter and not mechanical. Fuck, that could have been a real cock... But Sandor couldn't let the pleasure get the best of him, not as the head barrelled up demandingly against his prostate, vibrating furiously.

"Unff... Mmmph!"

He tried to cry out but another sweet taste flooded his mouth and, reflexively, he swallowed. His tail swung back and forth, drooping a little, for he could not keep it straight and stiff for all that long, no...

The spirals came, more and more, even as the aliens sought and strained to get the information that they needed out of every one of their heads. Sandor twisted and bucked, furiously leaking pre-cum, but it wasn't at all the kind of situation that his muscular physique was every going to get him out of, even though he wanted to be anywhere else.

Maybe that was what his life was to become, Sandor thought with a heavy, heady pant, his chest shuddering in a way that wracked his whole body, running through. The fox tried to keep his tail clamped down but, of course, the tentacle kept his tail shoved out of the way, rudely, the root of it tense and stiff.

If his life was to be there for the rest of his life...he could manage that. It wouldn't be pleasant, of course, but Sandor was sure that he could bear through it. If it only meant that he had to keep his mouth shut, that was something that the fox could manage.

Release the device, give in to your need... Give the code, give the code, give the code...

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Give the code? Sandor repeated the words sluggishly in his head. Yes... Yes, that would release his chastity lock, but he didn't want to do that, oh no. No, he didn't want to do that, not in the slightest, no.

That would be absurd.

Your semen belongs to us, give everything to us. Give the code, give the code, give the code...

_ _

Sandor whined and flinched, sweating heavily, his fur damp at the base. He was only lucky that his fur mostly wicked it away from him and, with the heat of so many bodies in there all at once, they had more than enough warmth to help it evaporate from their fur. It leant towards a musky, heady atmosphere - something that would have been quite pleasant if, in fact, they had all been engaged in an orgy or similar.

It was far from that, every member struggle, fed the sweet liquid that lowered their inhibitions more and more, slipping down and down. The pleasure increased, Shamar flinching and lashing his long, stripey tail constantly, twisting it back and forth. For a feline, he was particularly active, and yet everyone resisted, regardless of how the aliens strove to infiltrate their minds, to warp them beyond all recognition.

The nozzles withdrew from their muzzles, having fed them more than enough of the concoction for the moment. At least, the aliens believed that their indoctrination and mind breaking was following the usual lines.

Give up the code, give up the code, give up the code...

_ _

Isai whined and twisted, his tail twitching, trying to clamp down - but the pleasure was so good! They had advanced to two tentacle cocks ramming back and forth inside his tail hole, somehow moving against one another so that his backside was constantly stretched out. The leanly muscled dog was never without a dick pressed up inside him, stretching him out, the pleasure tingling at what should have been the breaking point.

However, he couldn't hold back. And he couldn't cum either! Isai panted and panted and panted, his tongue lolling from his mouth, fluttering faintly. Already, he felt like he was weakening. And yet the others had been so strong, talking back to the aliens like that! He shook his head vaguely, barely even aware of what he was doing, the weight in his limbs worse than lead. It was just like being stuck on a planet where gravity was greater than anything he had ever experienced, as if he didn't even have the strength to lift one foot from the ground to take a step.

Isai wasn't even sure if he would get to take a step again. But all the dog knew, as the voice of the aliens rang through his mind, again and again, that he just had to resist. Like the others, he had to be brave, he had to be strong, he had to fight back. He had to do everything possible to be like them, to be like the space fighter that he had wanted to be when he had first joined training school.

He had to be strong.

Muscles bulged and gleamed, fur plastered down against them, as the powerful bodies worked and strained, twisting, humping, grinding. Whether the machines were pounding them, using e-stim or vibrating against their balls, there was always a new flicker of sensation to be gleaned. And it didn't fade in the slightest, no, not as they panted and moaned, groan after groan slipping from sore, dry, cracked lips as it took more and more of a toll on them.

Their training could not prepare him for that, as much as they had known the risks going into it. Their defences cracked, little by little, splintering through like ice breaking under too much weight, bearing down on it all at once. Jace trembled, his tail flagging up high, thrusting far forward and staying there, his whole body aching as he let go...

Yet he couldn't let go. He needed to cum! Oh, Jace had never thought that he would ever be in such a peak of need, not like that, not at all! He snarled, snapping at thin air, but the visor was still in place, changing to show him more stimulus, tapping into the things that he found arousing.

Jace couldn't even think of how they had been able to pull that information from his mind, eyes raking over round rumps and firm, swinging balls. He liked both males and females, though it seemed that the images were pressing for the male persuasion and intoxication more and more, even if it was not something that bothered Jace in the slightest. It was difficult for outside things to bother him in a moment like that, as he panted heavily and still tried to scoop and swirl his long, flexible tongue around a mouth that was far too dry for any manner of comfort.

"Unff... No... Mmm..."

Sandor whined, trying to clamp his mouth shut. It was impossible, however, even as he tried to pull back, something breaking inside him. The images in his mind were exotic, intoxicating, as if he was not seeing them on the visor but they were actually playing out like a film reel in his mind. The white fox didn't have to understand what was going on there, no, not as he heaved and panted, clenching his glutes and inadvertently squeezing around the mechanical length plundering his tail hole.

"Unff... Yes..."

Sandor shuddered, pleasure wracking him. And yet what was pleasure without that final high of ecstasy? He had to hold off, all for his team, everything for his team. They were all fighting, just like him, so he had to do it. They all thought that he was invincible, that he had the most discipline out of all of them - and Sandor just didn't know how he was going to live up to the expectations that he had, before, so readily taken upon his shoulders.

The fox grunted and groaned, tucking his chin down, muscle straining along the line of his neck and down his mid-back. A muscle above his shoulder blade on the right cramped furiously and yet not even that was enough to take him from the powerful, aching pleasure, the pressure that demanded he give everything up to it.

"Mmmph... Can't..."

His voice broke in a sob, heaving and whimpering. It was wrong, so very wrong. He knew that he had to hold on and yet it was so hard, the need to orgasm burning through him.

Give us the code, give us the code, give us the code...

_ _

And it would all stop, if he only gave them the code. If he gave them the code, everything would stop, he would orgasm and...

And he would be revealed as weak, less than what his team had thought him to be for so many years. Sandor flinched and licked his lips, over and over again, trying to concentrate on the action of his tongue sweeping up the outside of his muzzle, how it brushed the short fur there and tickled his fine, dark fox whiskers. His tongue was slightly rough, though not to the extent that a feline's would be, his dark lips dry, even as he lapped and lapped and lapped.

The others trembled, ears twitching, catching his moans. They changed and the way in which they changed was frightening.

They couldn't see him...only hear him. He whimpered and whined and the high-pitch caught Lukas' attention, the stag's antlers rapping back against the pod as the flight animal tried to find an escape, any manner of escape. His tail twitched furiously, flicking up, though there was no one to his rear to take him in, to see the white, flashing warning of the underside of his tail.

Like a space jet in the dark of the galaxy, all Lukas could do was send out a warning signal and light to someone and something that was not even there.

"Hold on, boys..." Yair growled, though the lion's words could barely be deciphered. "You need...need... Rrrrgggnnngghhhh..."

Yair shuddered, tipping forward, head hanging, though the visor of the pod was still in the way. Even with the pods having closed, for their brainwashing only, they could still hear one another clearly, a deep ache ringing through his lower abdomen.

Give us the code. Release your orgasm. Give us your semen. Give us the code.

Give us the code.

"Hold on...everyone... Mmmm..." Sandor pleaded, though the fox didn't know whether he was begging himself or the others. "The locks...will hold..."

Give the code, give the code, give the code...

_ _

"Nnnggghhhh..."

Sandor's groans rose higher and higher, jaws hanging open. He was glad only that there were no stares locked onto him, watching him crumble. Yet the fox was sure that it would not matter how far he crumbled, as long as he didn't go to the point of giving them the code.

"Don't..."

Sandor heaved, his jaws hanging open, a long, rasping breath scraping through, wheezing. No... No, it was too much! They sent a jolt of pleasurable electricity directly up into his backdoor entrance, blasting his prostate. He howled, bucking and writhing like a mad creature in his bondage pod, aching furiously. He whined and tried to turn his head away, ears splayed and pinned in his shame, losing his control.

"Mmmmph... Can't... Too much... Too much..."

"No - Sandor! Agh!"

The others turned their ears in his direction, attention locking onto him, even though there was little that could be done. All they had, restrained as they were, were words. And what good were words at the crux of it all?

"Hold on, Sandor..." Isai panted, not able to see Sandor through the visor, though still speaking to his commander. "No... Mmph... You're...strong..."

"Stronger than us," Bevan groaned, trying to support everyone even though the pain ringing through his sheath was more stringent than ever, sending a deep ache through his body. "Be strong...Commander. There is no leader...quite like you..."

They struggled and they fought, trying to feed each other words of encouragement, though there was barely anything legible between them. Isai growled, his tail wagging faintly, though a moment of clarity allowed him to speak.

"If you cum," he shouted, gasping through painful pleasure, "then... Then... Your species of fox will be extinct! Forever! All of them!"

Of course, far more than just their species would become eradicated if they climaxed, the aliens able to twist it to an even darker means. And yet they didn't know that, didn't need to know that, for everything had twisted out of their control the moment that they had made to attack the alien mothership.

Everything that went on in the ship...no matter how hard they struggled...had been pre-determined. But the anthros fighting for their survival and the survival of their species did not know that. It was present in every throbbing, heaving line of their bodies, how every fibre of their beings, every beat of their hearts, demanding that they fight for survival, at all costs.

It was a shame that the need to climax was stronger.

Sandor heaved and heaved and gasped for ait that simply wouldn't enter his lungs. And yet he was not to know that he was the one furthest along, that they had ploughed an overdose of stimulation into him, forcing him to bear through, more and more, straining, humping, gasping and keening. His backside strained as the mechanical tentacle swelled inside him, the metal plates expanding with a technology that was far from anything that they had ever experienced on Earth. It strained at his backside and he howled viciously, a long, forlorn note that spoke of despair.

Yet...he could cum. If he gave them the code. If he spoke the code to release his chastity lock and...gave them his semen.

Was that such a bad thing? The fox's thoughts were slow and dull, tangled amongst ardent lust, the kind of lust that could not have been satisfied with one orgasm, no. the fox ached to cum, over and over again, to twist and to buck in a trembling twist of debauchery, knowing nothing more than pleasure. As long as it passed that point of need into climax, the fox was happy.

"Don't do it...unff...Sandor..."

"Commander...you're...better..."

"Not our...seed... Mmmm..."

The fox didn't know who was talking to him, not as Isai howled, the canine's cry so very distinctive even then. He was the leader of the special forces in the space decision, so much more than just a commander in the moment, so much more than just that. He grunted, licking his lips, nodding resolutely. Yes, yes, yes... Yes, he would hold on, hold back, do everything that he could in that moment. And every moment longer.

Of course, the aliens didn't give him the chance to do so. Not as the dildo under his tail vibrated furiously, sending jolting, shocking pleasure directly up into his prostate. Such stimulation would have had him cumming on the spot if he had been free to do so, the inside of the chastity lock slick with pre-cum. The head of his cock pressed up, the slit slimy with pre, and yet his need rose and flowed, aching deeply, as his balls throbbed and throbbed. Every pulse of desire seemed to pool in them, the pounding drive making him thrust, heart pounding fervently to a beat that was no longer his own.

He didn't see the gas, invisible, flowing and sweeping around him as he inhaled deeply, trying to do everything that he could to keep going. And that meant also that he had to breathe. Yet the gas sank into his lungs, transported into his bloodstream, Sandor hissing through his teeth as his whole body went rigid. In that moment, he was more like a feral animal than an anthro fox, without the mentality of an anthro who had, supposedly, evolved to a higher state of intelligence.

"Unnnngghhhh... Mmmph... Nnnngghhhh... Puh...puh...puhleasth...Nooooooo..."

"Sandor, don't do it!"

"Mmmnnnhhhh... Code is... Alyssamydear - can't take it! Alyssamydear, Alyssamydear! Let me cuuuuuuuuum!"

He howled, the chastity device clicking loose, a small light flashing at the right hip. Even though there was no outward sign of how the thing came apart, it came loose. And then everything changed.

The fox felt rather than heard the click of the lock, a sense of freedom around his crotch, loose and light, air tickling his shaft. With a light, metallic clang, he was dimly aware of the chastity lock falling to the ground, dropping aside for the first time since he had put it on.

And yet the fox was not aware, not in the slightest, of all the eyes on him, how everyone was staring at him in horror, all as he howled. It was a ragged, raw sound, a sound that, perhaps, one day long ago, his ancestors may have made in the throes of mating passion.

With it, came a thick, drooling spurt of cum. It flowed forth from him in a creamy arc, shooting through the air, though there was a defined break between spurts, as if his body needed to contain every pulse. Sandor howled and howled, thrusting brutally, grinding forward, his arse clenching viciously around the tentacle as if he wanted to take it even deeper inside him. Maybe that was so. As long as the fox got his orgasm, his pleasure, he didn't much care what else happened.

For all he had done, trying to be the best of them, the strongest of them, he had been the first to break. It had all come from him, being the first to give his code, telling the aliens just how to get his orgasm, and setting the groundwork in place for every other depraved orgasm that was to come next.

So much cum splattered from him, though Sandor's mind softened, as if a soft spot had suddenly emerged in the middle of his brain. Of course, the fox was not privy to that, too caught up in his orgasm to even find a flitter of sense in him that cared. For that was the mental trappings of the aliens, begun by the visor and now using electrical pulses and electrodes, attached to his neck and spine, to begin his brainwashing.

His love: that wasn't needed.

His sense of pride: oh no, couldn't have that.

Foul anthros, evil anthros. The brainwashing fed into the spots that it cleared in his brain, even in his memory, re-writing what had already been written through the depth of Sandor's experiences. Eradicate all anthros. Bring death to all anthros.

_ _

Sandor blinked slowly, the seconds stretching out more and more as his orgasm seemed to go on and on and on. it was as if time had ceased to fully matter to him, all as he bucked and howled and let it rage through him, the orgasm that he had so vehemently fought off for so long. There was a dark, deep sense of failure, tucked away in the back of his mind, as if it had taken hold of the space around his spinal cord, but it was not all that important.

The eradication of anthros is the only thing that you need to think about. There is nothing more important.

_ _

Sandor did not acknowledge it, not fully, tongue lolling out, panting heavily, his chest tight with something that the fox would never have been able to describe. Even in orgasm, his muscles were drawn taut and sharply defined, a prime specimen of his species. Little did Sandor know just how easily he had delivered that prime fox specimen, one of the most important ones that they had needed to collect, right into their hands.

If they even had hands. But that did not matter either, not as that blissful high swept through him, the fox, only for a moment, forgetting that he was up in some kind of alien facility at all. He didn't know where he was, existing, at that time, in a reality that was not controlled by either aliens or anthros.

_ _

The anthros must go, the anthros must not live. The wreckage of the planet cannot be tolerated. Anthros must go. They have caused untold destruction. Anthros must go. Anthros were a mistake. Anthros should never have evolved.

_ _

"Unff... Ohhhh..."

Sandor moaned openly, gurgling as saliva pooled in the back of his throat and the nozzle re-entered his mouth to feed him something sweet. It would have been too sweet for the fox's liking, under normal circumstances, but he drank it all down eagerly. It soothed him on the spot and he whined, giving more and more cum, grunting and growling, his tail wagging more and more. He wagged harder than he ever had before.

My world will be nothing more than a peaceful zoo, where animals can roam, where they can be what they need to be. No evolution, not for the foul anthros. All anthros must be eradicated.

_ _

And he believed that too, his beliefs re-written with ones that would have never crossed his mind before. On the contrary, he believed that anthros should have been free to live, to make mistakes - just like any other species in the galaxy. Sandor humped and rocked his hips, wanting to cum, again and again, though...his ejaculation didn't seem to stop, not in the slightest. He didn't have words to spring to his lips, not as Isai snarled and Yair let out a blasting roar.

"Sandor! You couldn't!"

"This is the end of us!"

"He's...nnnnggghhhh...given up!"

And yet Sandor was not present in his own mind to hear that, no. It did not matter, not in the slightest, not when he was experiencing the best orgasm of his life. It may even have been the last orgasm he would ever give, just one, endless stream of cum flowing from him, fading to the existence of nothing more than a boar to be milked.

Dimly, he thought that he might have felt that before, in another time, in another life. Yet it was not important anymore.

They all went after that, one after the other, Carter first. The aliens fed words to Sandor, in the fox's language, and he spouted them back to the team.

"We were never meant to exist!" Sandor roared, his voice loud and clear. "Release your semen! The beauty of the aliens plan is perfect! Please, give your semen to the aliens! Eradicate your species, contribute your DNA! Complete their plan!"

There was nothing, however, quite like the beauty of a muscular, refined body fighting the urge to cum. They had to give their codes and yet their pleasure mounted as Carter spat out his, panting heavily, he bellowed in release.

"Mmmmoooooo!"

There was nothing more for it, exterminating the anthros. It was too much, all too much, his hide prickling and tingling, the release of orgasm, not even then, enough for him.

Above Sandor and Carter, a progress bar for each of them illuminated, showing just how much they had ejaculated as a tube slid over their cocks, adding another layer of stimulation. The tube, which suctioned around their shafts, forming a tight seal, fed into a narrower tube and down to a container, for they needed to collect their seed individually.

Not a drop would be wasted.

Shamar and Jace heaved and twisted, yet their eyes bulged at the moment that they could hold back no more. Oh, Sandor had given in - it was all lost anyway. Their babbling minds could try to make light of it all, one way or the other, but the end result would be the same. They twisted and contorted and Shamar's code came whimpered, even though the aliens caught it.

"IloveyouSera."

One by one, their chastity devices fell away, Sandor having started the chain reaction. Without their commander being able to hold on, they all fought and fell, progress bars appearing above each as their semen was collected. When the bars reached one-hundred-percent, they would have supplied enough for their DNA to be extracted, modified and replicate to exterminate their species and, then, all anthros. Then the real sterilisation wave would take effect.

Bevan snorted, his head held high and eyes wide after he gave his code, ejaculating without a word. He was too proud for that, horrified that he had given in like that.

"Noooooooooooo!"

Yair snarled and yowled as climax ripped through him, though the lion had willingly given his code. There was a question as to just how willing it all could be when he had been stimulated to the point of no return.

Again and again...and again.

Everyone who climaxed was brainwashed too, just like Sandor, spitting out lines from the aliens, preaching the right way, the good way, that they were a mistake, that they all deserved to be eradicated. The words were meaningless to them and yet they believed it, minds warped as they craved pleasure, always more pleasure.

Sandor grunted, thrusting harder and harder. His progress bar was in the first slot, with plenty of time to go, a loyal member of the alien forces. The fox moaned and wagged his tail as he shot another load of cum, filing the tube and adding yet another dose to the container.

Isai fought hard, next to Sandor. The canine, however, resisted furiously, the last of them. Even as the others preached and preached the virtues of serving the aliens, the eradication of all anthros, he had to hold back, he always had to hold back.

"No... No... I won't..."

He only had to keep his mouth shut, Isai thought. If he was quiet, he could not spill his code. Dogs would be safe. Some anthros would live. Everything would, in some small way, be okay.

It was a shame that his commander knew his code.

"Dog's code is..."

"Sandor - nooooooo!"

"Burythebone."

"Ahhhhhhh!"

With that, Isai climaxed, shuddering and heaving, his chastity device falling away and orgasm ripping through him as soon as it had left his body. He jetted out a stream of cum as his semen too was collected, but he had fallen and the aliens infiltrated his brain, taking over the functions that the canine should never have been trusted with.

Yet Isai, despite the beliefs in his mind, was not quite the last. One chastity device remained in place for the most important of all of them.

Bytter breathed heavily, blinking, his mind...somewhat there. But there was lust, so much lust, glancing back and forth between his teammates, the stallions that had been conquered, despite their brawn and power. He'd thought that he'd been looking at them directly across from him but...something was different. They were next to him.

He must have gotten something wrong, yes, all as the stallions murmured about needing to be exterminated, horse cocks shuddering within the cock sleeves adding to their milking desperation.

The pods in the room, unknown to the anthros, could be rearranged at will. Yet Bytter's mind was still twisted and broken as the aliens played with his psyche, all for their amusement. Some level of brainwashing had entered him, even though the chastity device was in place. The wolf didn't even know if he'd cum or not but...if it was in place that must have meant that he was still holding out.

"Unnngghhhh... Mmmmm!"

Wild horse neighs burst from them, nickers and whinnies. They didn't have any sense of themselves, no. Bytter gulped, shaking his head. It was as if the pleasure that the devices had been supplying him with had diminished but...the visor flickered too. Was he the only one there awake?

He squirmed and wriggled, wrenching at his left arm. It moved, just a little.

Bytter had to try, had to do something, ignoring the preaching of the others and the deep grunts of the stallions. Worming his arm out, his heart surged.

He could escape!

Maybe, just maybe. One by one, he pulled his limbs out of the pod, working them free, hoping that there was no one observing him. His stomach churned sickeningly and he dropped to the floor with a heavy thud, cramps shaking his limbs. Yet he had to struggle up, ignoring the bite of pins and needles in his limbs, Jack thrusting hard, eyes blank and mindless as a jet of cum filled the cock sleeve with a loud "sploosh."

"Unnnnnnggggghhhhh!"

The cherry bay stallion thrust without thinking, losing himself. Well, maybe he was already lost. Bytter's heart leapt and a part of him almost turned to the stallion, wondering if he could take a look, linger a little. The stallion's pecs gleamed with a hint of sweat, highlighting his muscle definition.

Yet the wolf could not linger, his tail drooping as exhaustion lined his body. No, he had to go, had to get to the shuttle, wherever it was, getting back down to Earth with the terrible information that he had to deliver.

The wolf did not get far, his hope short-lived. Yet that was one thing with the anthros, just how tenacious they were. Despite everything, they always fought to survive. The system sensed his escape and the pods released, allowing three others to follow him out into the hallway.

The Vice-Commander was swiftly surrounded out in a bare, barren hallway, no windows to be seen. It curved so that he could not even see the door that he had left through and there was no way ahead but a seemingly endless hallway. The wolf growled, backing up, his tail stiff and aggressively positioned.

Jack, Bevan and Carter.

"Back to your stations!" Bytter snapped, though fear trembled through his tone. "Return to your pods - or the aliens will be displeased!"

Yet he could not order them around and there was no authority in his tone.

"Our masters have given us our instructions," Bevan said, though it didn't sound like the stallion's voice anymore. "We must help our comrade with his transformation."

"Yes..." Jack grunted, the stallion's tail swishing hypnotically. "Release your semen. Give everything to the aliens. All of your semen."

"All of your semen."

The next thing Bytter knew, he had been tackled, struggling, flailing, though his limbs were still heavy and cramped. Yet it was still intoxicating to have Jack against him, the horse's body so firm and muscular, Bytter's dream. It was the first time that he had been able to press in close to him, his flutter of hesitation noted, and relish in that carnal contact.

And that was just what undid Bytter.

Carter lay down, positioning himself as the wolf was pressed over him, pinned there as if he was nothing more than an object. Behind him, Bevan closed the gap, sandwiching the wolf between them both, his back to the stallion's chest. The wolf fought and snarled and even snapped at them, yet Jack held order.

Carter grunted, Jack helping to position his shaft up against the wolf's tail hole. Bytter couldn't even resist, letting out a long moan as he was penetrated, Bevan doing the same. The stretch was incredible and, if Bytter had been in his full mind, he would have feared the strain of his backside. And yet it all fit, even though he felt like he was about to burst, that he was stuffed to his breaking point, trying to arch back, losing his sense of self.

"Ohhhh..."

Someone tapped his head and he looked up. Of course, it was Jack, and the stallion smirked as he offered a mottled cock in those rich, deep hues to his mouth. Bytter licked his lips and shook his head but it was a meagre defence in the face of those who had already decided that he was going to give up his code.

All of them had, after all. All for the greater good of evolution eradication.

"Mmmph-hmmph!"

Bytter moaned and grunted, drooling thickly around Jack's cock as the stallion thrust deep, working his member hard and fast over the wolf's tongue. It was nothing like what Bytter had imagined, being fucked by the big, burly anthros, and yet he drank it all in regardless, that traitorous part of him succumbing, even then.

He wanted it... He wanted them. He wanted to cum and he didn't want to cum, both at the same time. Their cocks ploughed into him, aching up into his backside, and the wolf whined plaintively, his vision unfocused. Yet he did not need to see while they were fucking him, ramming in hard, both cocks in unison so that the got that terrifyingly divine double stretch each time.

"Mmmmmmm..."

Bytter moaned around the cock in his mouth, jerked back and forth, two cocks in his arse and one in his mouth, all that he longed for. His skin burned, hands flexing, jaw trying to gape - anything to release the overdose of heat in his body. Every stroke seared through him and he squirmed, though not even Bytter could have said whether he was trying to get away or get more from them. Maybe it was a bit of both.

The power of them was irrevocable, even though Bytter would have, before, considered himself to be quite well-built and muscled too. The wolf's tail tried to lift but all it did was come up against Bevan's lower stomach, the muscled abs popping out there, nicely defined. He would have spent hours adoring them, if he had been free to do so, worshipping the stallion's body as the others were already worshipping the aliens and preaching the greatness of their plan. There was even a part of his mind, which had fallen prey to the faulty brainwashing, that agreed with them too.

Yet Bytter was not in control, not even then, aching for a backside full of semen, drooling and dripping out around those cocks stretching him massively open, forcing his body to submit to them. The rich aroma of stallion musk twined with the bull's scent under him, something coarser, kind of - still earthy but spicy too. He inhaled deeply, yet every scent mingled with every other, swirling into one delicious concoction that could be gulped down into his lungs repeatedly.

The stallion's dick ploughed over his tongue and he tried to keep his tongue out of the way, even if Jack didn't seem all that cautious of his teeth. He snatched a breath, infused with Jack's aroma, a crisp flare of sweat mingling.

Oh, it was so delightful, so intoxicating... He dragged in needy gulp after gulp, his eyes going unfocused.

But he had to hold on. His cock tried to push out, though the chastity device kept it tucked away, kept it as soft as possible. And yet the wolf held himself back, straining through the overwhelming stretch of two cocks in his arse, whining and whimpering around the meat in his mouth.

"Mmmmph... Ohhhhh!"

His groans were muffled, though the wolf was right where he wanted to be. Maybe he could have their cum and not cum himself? Would that be enough for him?

He swore he could feel the stallion and the bull creaming in his tail hole even then, even when it should have not been something that he could feel. Maybe when it was trickling out over his pucker, the sensitive nerve-endings there better able to tell things like that...

But none of it mattered, not as the teasing high pulled at him, edging him, pressing against his mind with a fervent push and weighing on him. It was as if there was a physical weight in his head, not even the pressure of Jack's hand on his head, though that was pretty delightful too.

Bytter groaned, eyes watering. It was too...much! Then and only then did he realise just what the others had gone through with the brainwashing, exactly why Sandor had given up his code. Most likely, he too would have given his code if he had been strapped into the pods and properly brainwashed, though the avenue that had been afforded to him with the studs fucking him... Well, it was better. If Bytter could have had any choice in the matter, that was exactly what he would have gone for.

Even if it meant, ultimately, betraying every anthro, betraying even his own kind. Yet they had Jace's cum and his would only help spread their sterilisation across the entire planet... They needed his cum to complete everything, to bring him fully under their control.

On the verge of orgasm, his eyes rolled back, balls aching, every fibre of his being screaming at him to cum.

"If you are willing to provide your semen," an alien voice said, seeming to come from everywhere around him all at once, "I can make you mate with these two horses every day. The bull too... Every last one of them."

Bytter groaned, Jack pulling his cock out of his mouth as he gasped. Pre-cum trickled and smeared over his lips, although what he really wanted was their actual cum dripping from him, overstuffed and overfilled. And his own orgasm too, but, well...wasn't that all a part of it?

"Unff..."

No...

_ _

"Mmmm..."

I have to.

_ _

"My... My code... My... Mmmmnnngghhh!"

The bull and stallion rammed in, letting their cocks throb against one another, grinding into his prostate. Bytter howled.

"Aaawwwwoooooo! Code! My password is..."

He gasped, lungs burning.

"Inserviceofearth!"

He'd thought he was in service of the planet...and yet he gave in. Too easily. As he said his code, the chastity devices fell away, revealing his crotch as his shaft swelled freely, jetting out a relieving load of cum. He howled brokenly, lost in the delight of climax, how it throbbed through him, spurt after thick spurt, pouring out.

He needed it and...and that was all that he craved, everything still. He heaved and gulped, licking his lips, tears streaming down his face, though they were from relief and not fear or pain. He'd wanted to cum, to finally have his fantasy made real with the stallions - Carter was just a bonus! And it was hardly even something that Bytter had ever thought would happen, no, not in a million ears.

He panted heavily, lowering his head, dimly aware of the thick, heady slop of cream filling his rump, the other two cumming together. His belly swelled softly, squashy with the sheer volume of cum that was poured into him, but Jack's orgasm pouring down his throat, drooling out of the corners of his lips, was the prime event. He could gulp that down, the stallion's dick pressed all the way up into the back of his throat, feeling just how the flare twitched with every pulse of cum.

He languished in that sensation, cum dripping from him, as they carried him back to the room with the pods. The mechanical tentacle was not used, for he was already producing semen, but the pod had been repaired to lock in his limbs, the visor sliding into place over his eyes.

"You have fought well, but now it is time to submit and live in servitude to us."

Bytter moaned, his whole body quivering with need. Yet the spirals entered his brain as the aliens brainwashed him, bringing him over to their cause.

"Anthros... Yes..." Bytter said, minutes passing, dragging in a ragged breath. "Extinction... Us... Our land... A mistake... We are all a mistake..."

The cock sleeve slotted over his cock to feed the container and Bytter howled as he willingly provided the aliens with his semen. He had to fill the container, of course, just like all the rest. The wolf bucked his hips and gyrated, thrusting, humping, losing himself. What little was there left of his self, after all, to give away? He only had his cum and he needed to show the aliens that he too believed that their existence was a mistake.

There were other ways, of course, to collect his semen too. Dimly, the wolf was aware of being lowered to the ground, on all fours, though he was as stiff as if he was trapped in bondage. Just another effect of the brainwashing, however, it made things even easier as the stallion, Jack, lined up behind him on his knees.

Jack posed there, pressing his flat cock-tip to Bytter's tail hole. And nothing else needed to exist as Jack thrust into him for the first time, slamming in deep, using the creamy lubrication that had been left inside him from the first two to slide his cock in more roughly. The mottled rod of horse meat rammed in as Bytter froze there, grunting and trying to press back, even though he was just a toy for Jack to use.

A tray under him slid into place, ready to collect his seed, Jack thrusting and grinding, the heady slap of his hips on Bytter's arse rising to fill the room. Even as the others moaned, up in the pods, being milked, even Bevan and Carter back in place. They knew where their place in the order of things was, after everything, and Bytter submitted to that too.

Their existence had been a mistake. They should never have evolved.

Bytter moaned. It was time to put it all right.

Jack wasn't privy to any of that, thrusting into him more and more roughly, balls swinging and bouncing off his rump, though they almost touched Bytter's. Even though he had a nice sized cock, the wolf's dick was nothing in comparison to Jack's - and he didn't want to match up to his size, oh no, not at all. He just wanted to take stallion dick in every hole for the rest of his life, moaning out his desire, trapped in place, letting himself be fucked like nothing more than a toy.

Willingly, he gave his seed, moaning through climax, his ears softly splayed, releasing his cream, every drop. More and more... He had to give more! All for the aliens, all for their will.

Bytter groaned, tongue lolling out while Jack stayed hard inside his rump. The stallion would still need to fill up his own progress bar, everyone returning to the pods on the wall, but...there would be plenty more fucking where the prisoners came from. After all, they weren't going anywhere, even though there was something of an agreement between Bytter and the aliens.

He was going to have the best sex forever...for the rest of his days.

And there was nothing anyone could do, not ever, to change that.

Continued in part three of three...