{"sf1_id":2064382,"sf2_id":"GnDbPVGe","title":"A Lion's Broken Roar","author":"Amethyst Mare","words":7386,"posted_at":"2023-10-25T10:24:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Anal Sex","Anthro","BDSM","Bisexual","Blowjob","Bondage","Bondage pod","Bull","Canine","Cat","Chastity","Cum Milking","Dog","Domination","Domination/Submission","Equine","Erotic","Exhibitionism","Extreme","Extreme fetish","Feline","Forced","Forced Sex","Fox","Furry","Gangbang","Gay","Gay erotica","Gay sex","Group","Group Sex","Horse","Kinky","Lion","M/M","Male","Male milking","Male only","Male/Male","Milking","Multiple Orgasms","NC","Non-Consensual","Oral","Oral Sex","Orgasm Control","Orgy","Public","Rape","Rough","Rough Sex","Short Story","Stallion","Story","Submission","Tiger","Voyeurism","erotica","exhibitionist","fetish","force","kink","noncon","public sex","restraint","voyeur","warning"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2064382-a-lion-s-broken-roar","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/GnDbPVGe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/51/94/5194d33b-285f-4fc2-9cb1-48bf8c34d61e","description":"Yair is caught with his team and forced to betray his species by delivering his seed, finding dark lusts within even himself...\n---\nThis story has been available for early reading one to two months ago on SubscribeStar and Patreon (SubscribeStar contains extreme content while Patreon does not)! 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Hand stamped metal and resin products, also with customisable options! Furry and kink friendly shop!\nAmethyst Creations: https://amethystmarecreations.bigcartel.com/\nStory © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe\nCharacters © respective owners","content":" **A Lion's Broken Roar**\n\n**\u0026nbsp;**\n\n_Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_\n\n_Commissioned by Adagiodajiang_\n\n**_\u0026nbsp;_**\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_\n\n_An extension to Evolution Eradication, focusing on Yair the lion's side of the story._\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_\n\nYair growled, fighting the moment. He and the rest of the squad had been locked into strange bondage pods that secured his limbs behind him, as if he was bowed outwards, towards the centre of the circular room.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt had all gone wrong, so very wrong, even following Sandor. He'd thought he could trust the white fox, their leader, but they had been captured by the aliens, nonetheless. Frankly, they had all known it was a possibility but, well, there was only so much, even then, that they could get into. They'd thought the aliens would entrap them, try to steal their semen - as had been seen in their plans - so the chastity devices had been locked into place.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYet, as it was, there was little he could do as his mind drifted, pleasure overwhelming him. His arms were sucked back into the pod, something tightening around them, wrenching his shoulders. How could he, a proud lion, be so weak against a machine?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Nnnnggghhhh...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd that was not just the position Yair was in, no, his arse pounded by a mechanical tentacle-like cock, driving deep, even angling up against his prostate with every thrust. It had not been the kind of stimulation that Yair had at all been into before and yet that meant nothing at all in the grand scheme of things. Pleasure was pleasure, one way or the other, and he would be forced to take it, over and over again.\n\nThey would have used more on him too, at that time, if he had not had the chastity device in place, locking away his semen.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYet what was pleasure without that ultimate high? Yair panted and snarled, eyes going blank.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Nnnnoooooo...\"\n\nHe growled, losing his resolve, slipping through his fingers as if he was trying to hold on to two pawfuls of water. He couldn't keep it there, no matter how much he grabbed, his arse so tight around the device, clenching and squeezing, trying to get even more delight from the mechanical dildo. It rammed and pounded, grinding up even deeper than Yair could have imagined was possible, the aliens' words ringing in his ears - translated to a language he could understand, of course.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Your evolution was a mistake.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Praise to the re-creators.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Eradicate all anthros.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Give us your semen, your mission will be complete.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Your existence _is_ a mistake.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYair yowled and shuddered, trying to hold back - but he was not even afforded the liberty of clenching his fingers into fists when he was bound in that way. For all his muscle, the lion simply was helpless against him, the driving beat of his heart a din in the back of his heat, pounding on his eardrums. Every breath he raked into his lungs clawed at his throat and yet brought no more relief to it either, losing his will, even as the others slipped and slipped and slipped.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut he wouldn't... Or, at least, that was what he told himself. He was proud, a pride leader - even though he was under Sandor's lead in that squad, of course. He would be able to hold back and he _would_ be able to save his species.\n\nRegardless of what happened to the rest of his squad, the lion would _never_ give in.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Your existence is a mistake.\"\n\n\"Give in to us, it'll be so easy...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYair grunted, twisting viciously to the full extent that he could within his body, his muscular chest bristling against his bonds. To be trapped was not naturally for any creature and he had never been one for right spaces, heat crawling through his body, his cock aching - though still, of course, locked away by the chastity device.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Unnnfff... Nnnggghhhh...\" Yair blinked, not even knowing where he was, strange words ringing in his ears. \"Too...much... Mmmmmmnnnggghhhh!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis groan there was the loudest yet and the mecha-tentacle under his tail bulked up even more, though the lion did not need to know how that was possible. It stretched him out, his poor pucker aching around it, and the lion howled, his throat sore from just how the cry ripped itself from him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Aaaaaahhhhoooowwwww!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe had to hold back, he had to, though Yair had no concept of time passing, not as he was locked into the grip of the pod, straining against the mechanics to no avail. His muscles were no good against the power of the aliens as the chastity device prevented him from climaxing while his pleasure mounted and mounted.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut it never reached that peak. No... It never let him get there, no matter how much he bucked and twisted and cried out, his moans added to the mess of the others there.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAll he had to do was give his code, yes. Then it would all be over, the torture, his body free... But would Yair be free when he was dooming his species?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPleasure broke the edge into tension and then pain, though that should have been easy enough for the lion to bear through. In training to be a space cadet and squad member for specialist missions, he had had to undergo stamina training in that regard - but it had never been sexual. Pleasure was pleasure...but it was something else entirely when it mounted and burned at such a point that he _ached_ deeply for release, yowling and wrenching himself back and forth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Code... Ah... Code...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYair barely even knew what he was saying, even as he crumbled, but there was still a weak, shakily still standing part of his mind that knew he was dooming his species. If he finished what his lips wanted to send forth, there would be no turning back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYet his mind... He couldn't do it, couldn't hold on through everything, no matter just how much he wanted to. The lion heaved and panted, grunting wildly, his eyes wide, pleasure swamping him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was as if he was out in open water and it was trying to drag him under, his tongue sweeping roughly against his lips and the outside of his muzzle. The rasp of it was not enough to ground him in the moment, his triceps burning, aching deeply through his body. But he had to bear through it, yes... That was what he was there for.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe big mechanical tentacle under his tail, however, vibrated, sending another jolt of pleasure through him. If his cock had been out, it would have been so hard, aching viciously for release.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Unfff.... No... Code...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNo! He couldn't!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd yet...he needed a way to make it stop, blinking tears away, need burning through him. There was no end to the fire other than orgasm and he wrenched his head back and forth with a broken howl.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDimly, he was aware of the others calling out to him.\n\n\"Don't do it, Yair!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hold on!\"\n\n\"Nnnngghhhh!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"We've got to!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut the lion could not, not as he screamed what his body was desperate for and his mind reeled from.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"My code...is...thepridestandsstrong! Thepridestandsstrong!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Click!_\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_\n\nHis chastity device glowed, a bulb lighting up at the front as it fell away from him. Somewhere below where Yair was hanging on the wall, nothing more than a body, a living organism to be eradicated, to the aliens, it clattered to the ground. Yet that was not even something the lion could focus on at that time, howling as his poor, abused shaft was finally allowed to swell. The pulse of blood into it provided a different kind of relief and pain his head spinning, desperate to buck his hips and thrust. But he could not! The pod held him too tightly, simply not allowing him the range and freedom of motion that he ached for!\n\n\"Aaahhhhoooooo!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe yowled, snarling, spittle flying from his lips. He had to cum, had to cum, and, finally, the release that he had craved so desperately was there. A shock shot into his prostate and he screamed, orgasm finally upon him like a room flooding with water, hotter and higher with every passing second.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Nnnnnnoooooooooooo!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat was not a lion's yowl that broke his lips but a raw, ragged howl, a feral cry - like what his ancestors, perhaps, would have made. Yet it was not quite there, not yet, blistering and straining, taking his breath away, a tumultuous build that he had not even been able to get anywhere close to when the chastity lock was in place. His species... They were going to be eradicated! Yet the broken needs of his body had come above all else in the end, something that he could never have prepared for, regardless of all the training they had gone through.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mmmph... Nnngghhhhh!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was coming, even though he didn't have full control over himself anymore, his code supplied and...orgasm ripped through him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mmmmmmnnnnnoooooohhhhhhhh!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBliss. Pained bliss. That was the only way that the broken fragments of the lion's increasingly warping and twisting mind could put words to the bite of pleasure arcing through his body. He knew, intimately, that he was eradicating his species with the deliverance of his semen and yet there was a large part of Yair that didn't care anymore, no, not at all.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe relief was too great, like coming to the end of a long run and slumping over, muscles quivering as if they anticipated more stress and strain to be placed upon them. It was like stepping into a cold shower after being out in the heat of the day all day long, like sinking deep into a hot pussy when his need had been so great that he'd thought he was about to burst.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOnly, Yair had never been edged before like he had in the pods, locked up on the alien mother ship. His cum flowed through him, the spurts long and thick, a containment tube sliding over the end of his cock as his freed shaft was entrapped within a mechanical fleshlight-like device. The lion's mind was too frazzled to really put a name to what was happening to him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nExactly as the aliens wanted. For, even though Yair thought he could go no lower, that there was nothing other than the rock bottom he had dropped to, there was always something more that the aliens could do to him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe brainwashing, intimately and terrifying tailored just for him, had only just begun.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith a screen in front of his eyes, closing his head within the pod so nothing else existed, the aliens spoke.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Lions are worthless as anthros,\" the aliens said, though the voice sounded different that time - where did he know it from? \"They do not need to exist. Non-anthro lions, the precursors of your kind, did all needed for the planet, a vital part of the ecosystem.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYair shuddered and twisted faintly, yet even he knew, vaguely, that he was trying to thrust into the sleeve around his cock, his semen being collected.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mmmmmppphhhh... Nnnnnoooo...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe moaned and groaned, yet the aliens didn't need him to talk back. That was just annoying. At his lips, a tube pressed in, forcing him to open his jaws wide and drool around it just to take it. The aliens didn't need him to speak, after all, since he had given his code. Besides his semen, that was all they needed from the lion in the squad.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt would feed him, though it had a muffling effect too on his cries, the lion humping and twisting, fighting even then.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHow broken was he? Ah, only the experience enough would prove enough to tell.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYair flinched and grunted, tonguing the tube in his mouth, yet nothing he did got it to budge from where his teeth were locked down around it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe'd been fighting for so long, however... Memories played in his mind of early jobs he had taken, when he had been scrimping and saving and scraping just to get by. Working hard labour. Not even getting three hours of sleep before heading to his third job. His younger brother begging him for more food, which Yair didn't have the money to give.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWouldn't it be better if he gave in? At long last?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNo one would no... The cause was lost.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Worthless._\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_\n\nYes, that was what he had always been told, though the aliens brought a new edge to it. Yair grunted, eyelids fluttering, not really seeing what was before him, though he knew where he was. The feline just didn't see any getting out of it anymore.\n\nHis cock ached and throbbed and his chest expanded sharply in a breath that didn't go anywhere as another orgasm clawed at him. Like an obedient milking slave, he filled the tube, his cream sent down into the small containment chamber attached to it, where it belonged.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhere it could be of _use_.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"There is nothing on earth for lions, not your kind,\" the words droned on, speaking, as he finally recognised, in his father's voice. \"The evolution of anthros was a mistake. There is only one way to rectify this and it is by eradicating every trace of anthros from the planet.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Yessss..._\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_\n\n\"Mmmmmnnnnn...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYair moaned around the tube, eyes closed. Yes... Maybe that was right. Everyone had said so before so it was nothing new at all to hear it from someone else. He would not be led astray... Look at how they had destroyed the planet!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs he was brainwashed, Yair's eyes grew blanker and more placid, dead behind them, as if there were no active thoughts left - only indoctrination. He juddered and thrust, his muscles tensing and straining. Yet, that time, he was trying to cum, trying to get more pleasure.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe had to please, after all, yes. All for the aliens.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_The aliens will fix this world._\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_\n\n\"Your evolution was a mistake.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_My evolution was a mistake._\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_\n\nOn and on and on, as if there was nothing at all left for the lion outside the world of the pods and his balls being drained, over and over again. There most likely wasn't, anyway. And maybe that was exactly why Yair fell, contributing his own semen more and more willingly to destroy the species of lions back down on Earth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis stomach, however, churned and roiled, fury rising. Yet not for his situation, of course, but for the anthros down on Earth. What did they think they were doing, destroying the planet as they were? The lions had taken so many natural resources away from true ferals, the wild creatures that had been chased out of their natural habitats! How could so much harm could anthros do in so little time?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe extent was horrific and he snarled around the tube.\n\nYes, yes... He had to give his semen! He had to stop the anthros! He had to do his part!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_My master knows best._\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_\n\nAnd his master was the aliens, wherever they were, whoever they were, for he had never seen them. He never would either, for that was not part of the aliens' plan.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWho needed pride? No... Not him, not as he gave his seed, thrusting and grinding, trying to jam his cock desperately into the tube as his shoulders strained and his biceps bulged. He was the picture of physical prowess and yet not even Yair could make a dent in everything, heaving and panting, rasping his rough tongue against the feeding tube while something sweet squirted onto his tongue.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe aliens didn't even need the syrup for him, to make the lion more amenable and pliable to the brainwashing. That was why he proved to be one of the most important species of all there to them.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNot that Yair would ever know.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe didn't know that there was a progress bar above his head, showing how much of his semen he had delivered into the chamber so far. Yair grunted and groaned, thinking only of the aliens, the good that he had to do to the world.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe had to leave something good behind, yes, had to show that he was repenting for all the harm his species had caused, yes. Yair had to eradicate all lions, ensure that evolution did not repeat itself in such a way ever again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Unnngghhhh...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEven in his own ears, his groan sounded loud, deafening. Hatred consumed him. His species had done wrong - wrong! He had to put it right, all of it!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nToo swiftly, his progress bar filled with every load of cum that splashed down into the container, mixing with all that had gone before as he humped and groaned. Yet Yair would still have cum even if he had been doing nothing at all, for the pounding force of the mechanical dildo under his tail would have brought him off again and again, anyway. It was just better for him to give it \"willingly\" - if being brainwashed could have left anything at all considered voluntary.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHigher and higher, the progress bar filled. And then the screen before his eyes was removed and he blinked into the dimness of the room, seeing his squad on the wall, everyone trapped within their own pods.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBytter, the wolf.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nJack, the horse.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIsai, the German Shepherd.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nCarter, the bull.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLukas, the stag.\n\nShamar, the tiger.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd, of course, last but not least, Sandor, the fox.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhite, however, even though he was a red fox. Yair was one of only a few anthros who knew about that. Others had often felt complied to spill their secrets to him and yet the lion had never known why.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd yet he was the first to fill the progress bar above his head, glowing green and showing that he had delivered every drop of semen that the aliens would need to eradicate his species.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mmmmnnnngggghhhhhh...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe groaned, yet did not hang in his bondage, shivering with exhilaration. Yes! Yes, he had done it!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"The lion is the first to eradicate his species!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe others must have been in a similar state of brainwashing as he was, for they responded with grunts and growls, their cries muffled around similar feeding tubes to the one clasped within Yair's muzzle. They knew their job, they knew their purpose: and all they had to do was to ensure the mistake of them was never again repeated.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBy cumming over and over again, filling their chambers, every progress bar rising full. What could ever have been so difficult about that?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe lion's chest swelled and pushed out, proud of his achievement, even though it was not something that would have brought him any kind of thrill at all, if he had been in his right mind. Oh, how things had changed...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mmm... Mmmnnnppphhh?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe grunted, pushing urgently against the tube with his tongue. To his surprise and relief, for all Yair wanted to do was speak, it was removed, though remained just outside his lips.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe panted heavily, licking his lips, a little curious as to how they had fallen so sore. He should never have been biting into the tube, no. That could have damaged it. No, he had to be a good lion for the aliens, yes, pleasing them, delivering more semen so it could be modified to eradicate every anthro in the world.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNo more anthros. The notion brought a shiver of pleasure to his hide.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Please...\" He panted, though words seemed foreign to him in that moment, as if Yair couldn't get his tongue around them to send them forth from his lips. \"You need... I need...to serve. I need to do more. Praise to the aliens!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mmmm!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Nnnggghhh!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe others grunted their agreement, though their praise was muffled. Yair's long tail curled and twisted back and forth, agitated as he tried to get out the words that he so desperately needed to spill. The thick hair at the tip caught at the back of the pod, though the lion may have thought it strange that their tails had been left free to flick and lash and even wag throughout the whole experience.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNot ordeal, not anymore. Just an experience. Something to be longed for and lusted into, heaving and panting, letting his body become nothing more than what the aliens needed it to be.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mmmm...\" Yair shook his head, struggling to clear it. \"I want... I have a girlfriend, back on Earth, a lioness with blue eyes... You need to capture her, study her... She could be useful to you...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe answer came immediately and Yair shuddered, quailing. All he'd wanted to do was to help - he had to help!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"We do not require female subjects,\" the aliens said, the language translated - or maybe that was something in Yair's mind that could now understand them? \"The lioness will die out with the rest of her species.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYair growled, licking his lips. His tail lashed back and forth, thinking too hard.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I... Please.\" Yair would have been down on his knees begging them if he had been given the chance. \"I want to do more, so much more! I've got to help eradicate lions, all species!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAcross the room, the white fox shuddered and grumbled something about the greater good into his muffling feeding tube. Yair ignored him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I could...\" Yair cast about for something... What about data? \"I could be made into a bio-computer, yes! I could be useful then, collecting data and processing everything for you, as every anthro is wiped out.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"This would erase your personality and memories,\" the alien voice came back only a moment later. \"And you would then be able to focus on alien affairs. This is a good use for a body left on board the mother ship.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYair yowled happily, his tail swinging back and forth, almost as if it was wagging. It did not cross the lion's mind that he was very much not of the canine persuasion but feline, every drop of his old pride moulded into something new - something the aliens could use for the greater good.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey did not tell him when they began adjusting his brain, nodules resting on either side of his temples. They did not even need to clamp him in place or inject him with anything; their technology, after all, was far beyond anything on Earth itself.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYair sucked in a breath, numbers flashing through his mind, code, data, everything. It moved too quickly for him to capture anything in the forefront of his mind - yet it was not Yair's place to do that either. He howled, arching and bucking in the bondage of his pod, though it held him firmly in place as his brain processed a vast stream of data.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPain lanced through him, biting, clawing, as if a ferocious beast was ripping the flesh from his bones. No, oh, no, that could not be so, however, howling viciously, head thrown back. Some part of his body bid him to go limp, trying to usher his mind away from his central nervous system, dulling the pain with adrenaline. It was just something the body did when it thought it was dying, protecting the brain of the victim in their last moments with that surge of adrenaline.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Aaaaaahhhhhoooooooeeeeee!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe was not dying, however, not even as he made an ungodlike shriek, his throat raw - yet that only added to the blistering pain aching through him. His body jerked back and forth, wrenching at both his hips and shoulders, a stream of unintelligible words passing his lips.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"??? ??? ??????? ???? ?? ????? ??? ??? ???????, ? ???? ??????? ???? ???? ??? ?? ????? ?????????.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n?????? ????????. ???????????, ??????. ??????, ??????. ??????? ????, ???-???????????. ???????? ???????? ?????.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n?????? ?? ??????? ?????????...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOf course, he spoke in the alien language, even if he did not understand a single syllable of what came out of his own mouth. He twisted and bucked, more and more pouring forth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"??? ??????? ???? ?????? ?? ????? ??? ??????????. ?? ?????????? ???????. ?????????? ?????????????? ?? ??? ???? ???-?????????.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n??? ??????? ???? ?? ??????????.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOn and on and on. His comrades stared at him, some with narrow, jealous eyes. They wanted to be in Yair's position, serving the aliens, too. Even Sandor, their once proud captain, the white fox dulled and broken down, even though his tail was wagging.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAll while the dildo pummelled into his backside and Yair was forced to cum still, the shudder of orgasm rippling through him just another way in which his body was to be used.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Please...\" Jack, the stallion, groaned, mumbling around a tube that was not quite wedged into his mouth. \"Use me too... I can be a bio-computer too... Unff...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe others grunted and groaned in agreement. All they wanted to do was to serve and they would have been even more vocal about that if they had been free to talk and communicate such in any way. But it was the lion who went first, the others chasing after him, trying to hump and grind into their cock sleeves just to speed up their multiple ejaculations and fill their progress bars.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter all, they may well have the chance to be turned into bio-computers too if they climaxed and eradicated their species, serving the aliens and the greater good.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBytter, the wolf, howled into his gagging feeding tube, sending a huge load into his collecting chamber, his body aching and thrusting. Even after climaxing, he kept going, just in case there was more cum left in him. The others were no better, though it was notable how Isai, the canine amongst them, ground back fervently on to two mechanical dildos filling his backside, twisting and grinding inside him and even shocking his prostate. E-stim was not something that the German Shepherd would ever have considered before but, well - his mind was no longer his own.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt took a few days for all to catch up, some producing less semen each time than others, though it was not helped along by the aliens experimenting with different serums, fed to them through the tube, and injections to change their production. It seemed that they were trying to make them cum more, though the experiments meant that some unfortunate souls sometimes had dry orgasms, which were far from ideal.\n\nStill, they were doing the bidding of the aliens, their masters and overlords, and they would eradicate all anthros.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Praise to the aliens!\" They all cried, not in unison but close enough, the tubes removed from their muzzles, yet ready in case they were needed again. \"Eradicate all anthros! Praise to the aliens! Awwwwooooooo!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey howled, twisting, bucking - yet it was not from stimulation that time. That was just them being turned into bio-computers too, the aliens having found that Yair was quite useful as one. It would have been a shame, after all, for them to waste the efficiency of using a living organism, so close to Earth. They did not care that being turned into bio-computers and forced to process more and more data - more even than they had initially fed through Yair as a test subject - caused them great physical pain, bodies overheating, tails lashing the air. It was just a good use for them.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSometimes, the data came as images, which was more understandable, at least to Yair, the one of them all who had got the most skilled at processing. Dimly, not in his right mind, the lion watched as the data of anthro lions filtered through his brain at incredible speeds, showing him what was happening on Earth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnthro lions dying naturally, at the end of their lives.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBloodlines coming to an end.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNegative pregnancy tests.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe added more and more to it for himself too, casting his mind to what he knew of his species. That was how he could help the aliens, thinking of lions, only lions, showing them how his species was strong but not great at stamina, where the weaknesses in their bodies lay. They may have had powerful teeth and jaws but they were susceptible to in-fighting, as anthros, and living in close quarters with so many different species had caused conflict, back when he had just been another anthro living on Earth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe aliens would have eradicated all anthros either way.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYair just sped up the process for them.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Decades later..._\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_\n\nYair blinked slowly, his body feeling slow and dull and heavy. He was restrained and, as he slowly came around as if he'd been in a very deep sleep, he found himself in the pod, all of his squad still there with him. They were not awake, however: just him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Here.\" The alien voice spoke in his head, though the lion did not know how much time had passed. \"The last lion anthro is about to die.\"\n\nHe grunted, trying to lick his lips but not quite managing the motion anymore, watching intently, his eyes shining with pride. On the screen that came down in front of his face, unique to his pod, he watched, enraptured, as the final lion faded in a hospital bed. They were old and their mane was grey, even the tawny sheen of their fur having faded. There was no doubt that it was their time, but them being the last one meant that, finally...his species was eradicated.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd then the last lion on Earth was no more as tears ran down Yair's face and he exhaled noisily in a rush of air.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh... Thank you, thank you,\" he said, fumbling with his words. \"Thank you for letting me watch! Praise to the aliens! All lions are eradicated!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt did not register with Yair that he was a lion too - but he was up on the mother ship, where he would be useful. And it was all he could ever have asked for to be there, watching the very moment that a species that should never have evolved was wiped out forever.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWithin a few months more, that very same decade, every single anthro on Earth disappeared. The squad was allowed down from the wall to become the toys of the aliens, though they did not see it like that. Yair even frequently climbed back into his pod, relishing in the tightness, the mechanical bondage that locked him in place with technology that his mind simply could not understand.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut that was okay. He was being useful. That was all he wanted - useful in the pursuit of eradicating all anthros from any form of existence.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe was good as a bio-computer, yes, even better able to handle the pain that it brought him while he was in use. It was as if his brain simply went offline when he was being used, which suited Yair just fine.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIf only they could find even more use for him...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith them being let down from their pods, they were free to roam a section of the mother ship, with plain recreational facilities and a place to eat, even though the aliens supplied all the sustenance required through the feeding tubes. It just allowed them a sense of some normal patterns, the aliens studying their behaviour even as they fed memories to them, allowing them to ensure that other planets where extreme evolution had taken place would not face the same trials as Earth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNo one wanted a replication of the anthro evolution incident, after all.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTheir minds came back online when they were not required to process data, though there was always a sense of change in the back of their minds, a stream of consciousness there that they could not understand. Yet it was not for any of the anthro bio-computers to understand in the slightest, no, for they were nothing more than cogs in a machine so much greater than they could have ever hoped to be.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe most entertainment that they could take was with one another, their bodies the greatest toy. None knew that the aliens injected them with serums to heighten their sexual desire, forcing them to seek out any partners near to satisfy their lusts when their paws were not enough. And with everyone in the same boat there, everyone faced with the same needs, it was only natural that they fucked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA lot, in fact. Yair snarled, pressing over Sandor's back in doggy-style position, the lion hunching forward more like a feral lion than anything else in that moment. As was right, for he should always have been born as a feral lion, never an anthro, his evolution a mistake.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Rrrrooowwwlll!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe let out a feral cry, lips pulling back from his teeth as he snarled, his teeth sinking into the join between Sandor's neck and his shoulder. Sandor was no longer their captain, no, just another toy for the aliens, no more and no less than that.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ahhhh!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox cried out under him, shooting a wasted load of cum over the floor, though Yair didn't care about that. There was a part of him, warped and twisted by his brainwashing, that would not have cared even if Sandor was not consenting to sexual activity. He would have kept going and going, like a wild lion of times long gone by that did not even have the cognitive ability to consider such things.\n\nAnd it was fine, the fox shuddering under him, on all fours, trying not to slump to the ground. He thrust and thrust, filling the fox again and again, losing control with every passing moment.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOrgasm was quick, like a wild lion, hunched and rounded down over the fox, bursting from him with wild fervour. He spilt his cream under the fox's tail, filling his rump, panting heavily as he finally released his hold on Sandor's neck.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat was the way of it, he thought dimly. He would fuck like his ancestors, a quick mating round.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Hundreds of years later..._\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_\n\nThe bodies of the anthros were maintained well, kept in good condition while the aliens completed their work on other planets in the solar system and galaxy as a whole. Yet they returned to the anthros who had served the prime purpose in eradicating their species on Earth, because they could.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey were there for the aliens' sole pleasure, no more than that.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYair blinked, looking at his paws, a sense of dull horror pooling in the pit of his belly. His brain, slowly and surely, came back online.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Oh no..._\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_\n\nHe knew what he had done and...why he had done it. Yair growled, licking his lips anxiously, though too much time had passed, an enormity of it, knowing that he could do nothing about it. They had all been complicit.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey awoke, however, in the pods, bound and locked up, limbs encased. A mechanical arm whirred out quietly, locking another chastity device around him - though that one was far higher tech, able to control his pleasure and stimulate him, leaving his arse and balls free to be teased and used. They didn't need to reach his cock, after all, to stimulate him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Unff... What...\" Yair groaned, warmth spreading through his crotch, cock trying to swell but not finding room to grow into, flesh bulging and straining. \"What are you...doing to me?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You said you want to be useful. This is being useful, to us.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe aliens spoke to him, yet it seemed so very far away for him, panting heavily, his own breath coming as if it was rasping against his eardrums. Pleasure mounted, another big mechanical tentacle grinding under his tail, though the lion was well-used to anal stimulation by that time. He bucked and moaned, grinding back, though Yair was too far gone already to understand why they left his mouth free.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Unff... Please...\"\n\nHe begged, but they shocked him and stimulated him, even sending pulsing vibrations into his locked-up cock. They didn't let him cum, not as the pleasure was toyed with, bringing him up and then tapering off. Sometimes the pulsing vibrations came in one long stream, with no break in the middle or at all for him to regain control of himself, and other time they followed a pattern and rhythm that the lion could not predict.\n\n\"Mmmm... Nnnngghhhh...\"\n\nYair squirmed and struggled, his body helpless, though there was still a vain part of the lion that was grateful that he had kept his physique. It was one, tiny thing that he had left as he fought the pod, straining and thrusting, though his restriction only tightened more and more, drawing him back into it so he could barely even thrust an inch with his cock aching and burning.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Please... I've got to...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe memory of his previous time in chastity, forced to give up his code for release, felt too fresh, as if the aliens were forcing it to the forefront of his mind. Tears streaked his face, though there was no way for the lion to track how much time was passing, or even what was happening to the rest of his squad.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey were all just toys for the aliens, broken and used, abused, taken...claimed... There was no more for them there.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mmmmph,\" he grunted, shuddering, shoulders bulging. \"Please... Got to... Cum... Yes...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut they wouldn't allow it, not even as he begged and howled for mercy. The pleasure increased, e-stim shocking both his cock and his prostate for the first time, overloading his mind.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Unff! No, please! Ggggnnngghhh... Can't...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnother shock lanced into him, his tail sticking out straight, hapless and useless. All he could do, when his muscles were permitted to relax, was drool and twitch uselessly, mumbling.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhat could he do? He'd already given them his code? He had to get them to\n\n\"PIN...six...three...seven...eight,\" he mumbled, throwing out random details in the hopes that they would give him what he needed. \"Please... Take everything, absolutely everything... Nnggghhh... Sandor is a red fox, not an Arctic fox. Bytter cheated on his partner. I never...mmmm...finished school.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Tell us more.\"\n\nIf he had been in his right mind, he would have realised that they were not helping him, though they were amused by him. In a way, his begging showed them another part of anthro minds.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Unff... The girl... The cat... I had a crush on her... Amelia...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat was a long time ago, back before he had dropped out of school.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mmmph... Please... Need to cum...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe squirmed, thrashing, yet barely even flopped to the side, his balls aching. Something burned into them, though that was just his mind trying to make sense of all the different sensations, even the electric shocks grinding up into his nuts. What should have stimulated him only brought him despair, flopping about weakly, no more than a doll and a toy for the aliens to play with.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe should never have tried to fight back against them in the first place. But it was not as if they were ever going to give him any relief anyway, regardless of how he acted.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Unff... Amelia... Cassie...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis girlfriend was long gone but, in his mind's eye, she was alive. Amelia and Cassie, a crush and a love, lived on in his heart.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA pity the aliens didn't care about that, the lion devolving into mumbles that went ignored. The aliens did not care for him trying to throw out any information, not anymore, just to get them to stop.\n\nThey'd continue either way.\n\nBut they would not show mercy to him, not as the pleasure and stimulation were ramped up increasingly to a point where no anthro brain could handle it.\n\n\"Gggnngghhh...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYair's eyes rolled back, his body twitching. Still awake, extreme pleasure wracked him, a drop of saliva gleaming at the corner of his lips, not even able to hiss anymore.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut he was pleasing the aliens and that was all that mattered.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe lion was not aware that the overstimulation lasted over a month. The others, of course, had their own fun and sexual tortures to endure, though Yair's was his and his alone.\n\nDark tear tracks marked his cheeks, jaw hanging slack as he hissed brokenly, chest juddering. It was more like a death rattle than a hiss, truly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Tttthhhhhhh...\" He tried to cry out. \"Sssssssmmmmmnnnnnssssss...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTears dropped to the floor, though he could not even buck anymore, lost in extreme pleasure that never quite crossed the point of ecstasy. When his release finally came, the chastity lock dropping away without any warning at all, he gasped breathlessly, a rancid hiss breaking his lips.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mmmmpppphhhhssssssss...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis cock twitched, out and swollen, the flesh a shade that it should never have been. But Yair didn't care about that as his cock finally released what he had been holding for a month, lumpy, yellow-ish semen spurting forth in thick, gooey clumps.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was not even relieving as his body ached and burned, sagging in the restraints of the pod.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe aliens spoke, words translated from their language to what he could understand.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You have fallen so far, proud lion,\" they mocked, speaking as if with more than one voice at once. \"The once high noble lion...fallen, broken, used.\"\n\nThe tentacle under his tail ground back and forth, though he mewled plaintively, still wanting to cum after all that. The need was still there, overpowering and clawing at him, but Yair had to bear through it all, one way or the other. He was going to be alive through every sordid moment of it, after all.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Your family would be ashamed of you,\" the aliens continued. \"Such weak willed and weak bodied specimen. You could not even break from our bonds. We are impenetrable. You were always the ones who would fall. Now, you are only a dumb, unthinking lion, your brain reduced to the state in which it should always have been in.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe grunted, rocking his hips. Yet Yair was barely present in his own mind as his cock twitched again, the head gleaming with sticky pre-cum, jetting off a slightly cleaner, more white-ish load that time, splattering to the ground. The cleaning robots of the spaceship would take care of it, though the aliens did not technically need to milk any more semen from the anthros. They only did it because it was fun to play with their experiments, to use them and abuse them, to take some good from the creatures who should never have evolved.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey were a mistake.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey had always been a mistake.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOf course, any semen that he spent went nowhere. He thrust and ground, yet his sperm had no eggs to find.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTrapped there, in the pods, everyone facing their own brand of torture, though they would be let back out to fuck in a mass orgy gangbang eventually, they had plenty of time remaining.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLucky them.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}