FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The Lost One

Command: Begin Primary Log

OOOOO

"All hands prepare for Protocol Fifteen." The voice announced over the speakers. "Advanced teams be advised target is classified as a B-class freighter. Likelihood of high worth targets is at 85 percent. Expect appropriate levels of resistance and check your gear before we proceed. Team leaders, I want red/green status within ninety seconds."

The bridge was a hum of activity as various individuals moved about their stations. From the forward viewports the captain watched as arcs of solidified, white light rained down on the opposing space vessel. A smile curled his muzzle as he thought of all the treasures that would be found within. "Medical teams on standby. Prepare for minor injury cases. Processing teams at the ready for cargo arrival."

Releasing his communication tab the jackal turned away from the view port, having already seen that the opposite ship's engines had been disabled. The flames died out as quickly as they began from the atmosphere that had escaped into the vacuous void. He brushed off the black tank he wore as he passed by the captain's chair to the tactical station. "Team Leaders, red or green?"

"Team one green."

"Team six green."

"Team four green."

"Team ten green."

"Team nine red."

The captain frowned and depressed his comm tab again. "Nine, status report."

"Mal'rak's shield generator is on the fritz. Orders Captain Tanzir?" Came the growled reply.

Tanzir spat a curse at the fact another shield generator had gone down. "Gonna cut into the profit margin. Mal'rak to stand down, team nine advance as planned."

"Acknowledged."

"Med bay to the Captain." Came another voice over the comm.

Tanzir's ears perked. "Go."

"Please be advised that med bay is temporarily short handed. Personnel have been reassigned to the processing teams accompanying harvest teams.."

The jackal smiled. If there was one unit he could rely on it was the medics, they did what they needed to do and stayed within their bounds. "Understood med bay." Returning to the captain's chair at the center of the bridge he sat and watched as his raiding vessels approached the now listing spacecraft. His grin grew, as did the bulge at his groin, as he anticipated what would come next. A sentiment shared by many of the crew.

OOOOO

An hour or so later the raid was over and Tanzir made his way down to the adjunct medical bay. "I do hate this portion of the job though." The doors hissed open as he neared the new wing and that was when the assault began. Individuals screamed and cried, young and old alike. "Can't you do something about all the noise?"

"You know very well I can't Tan." Replied the chief medical officer. "The sonic dampers cancel all the sound, which I do need some of to give orders to my staff and assess new arrivals properly."

"Still don't know why you bother to check 'em at all." The captain leered at a white furred fox, at least where the fur had not been dirtied and burned, making the teenage girl cringe in her cell.

The wolf looked up and removed the glasses he wore. "It is precisely because of that sentiment of yours that I check them." Turning away from the cow he was examining, clearly in the grips of a sedative, he reached for a needle. "The reason we get as much business as we do is because I make sure that the prices we ask are appropriate to the merchandise we offer."

"We? You speak as if you were an operating partner in this Thorn."

The wolf grunted as he pressed the needle into the bovine's vein, injecting the luminous green fluid into her. "Of course sir, my apologies. The merchandise you offer." After seeing the needed shift in the color of the cow's eyes, Thorn followed the captain's gaze. "I feel I should warn you, she's a first timer. Quite profitable, which the advance teams are in need of seeing as we have several generators that need to be replaced."

Tanzir frowned. "How much of a reduction if I use her first?"

"Given the age and an unpunched V-card?" Thorn motioned for the aides to take the bovine patient away now that her eyes were glowing brightly green. "Eighty percent reduction after use."

"Damn, to steep for right now." The jackal moved closer to the cell, careful not to touch the energy field that kept the fox contained. "Your lucky day girl." He smiled as the vulpine charged at him, only to hit the force field and receive a massive shock that left her screaming in pain. "On second thought, leave the sonic dampeners off." He turned and walked towards the exit. "Send me the report when you're finished here."

"Of course Captain." Thorn turned to the nearest aide, a blue feathered avian that seemingly crossed a bluebird and an ostrich, and motioned to the fox. "Sedate her and get her wounds treated. I'd rather her not have complications before she's processed." He looked over to the young fox for a moment and sighed heavily. "So much work to be done, so little time to complete it." He rose from his seat and moved down to another bank of cells. "I suppose it really is true, no rest for the wicked."

Picking up a holo-pad as he walked he began to make notes on the different subjects and their stages of healing from recent events. He spent a bit more time with some to make more through investigations, but made his way on with a bit of haste. Thorn stopped as he came to several rows filled with cylinders. Within those cylinders were a number of individuals suspended in glowing fluids. Some were green, not unlike the injection the bovine had received earlier, while others were blue, red, or yellow. "Matrix status."

There was a brief burst of blue-white light and then a young squirrel appeared beside the wolf. If the sudden appearance of the waist high rodent was not enough to question the authenticity of the being, the translucent shimmering quality of the individual gave clue to its status as a non-living hologram. "Matrix containment at ninety-eight percent and holding sir. Subjects 73, 198, 34, and 22 are showing signs of rejecting treatment though, in sequentially greater order."

"Even subject 73..." Thorn rubbed at his chin and made a few notes on his holo-pad. "Unfortunate, I had high hopes for him. Other news?"

The holographic squirrel climbed up one of the vats and began to jump from pillar to pillar, an odd quirk that the program had assimilated through no effort on the wolf's part. "Tanks 45-62 are showing signs of degeneration. Cellular grafts are no more permanent with serum 522 than they were with 521."

"Though not what I hoped for, it was expected. Genetic damage?"

"Significant." Replied the squirrel. "All but subject 58 are unusable for further study."

Thorn's ears perked at this. "Well, that is new. Perri, save sample number 58 and run a full workup on him. Randomize a ten percent save of the other subjects for comparison, flush the rest to the furnace."

"Perri will do so sir." The squirrel's eyes lit brightly for several seconds as computer code and equations passed through them; a moment later the seventeen individuals in the marked tubes were gone as the canisters emptied. "Anything else sir?"

"Not for now Perri. Alert me when the analysis is complete." Thorn turned on his heel are began to make his way back to the waiting captives yet to be processed as the hologram blinked out of existence. A small smile curled his lips. It had been a very long road, filled with many trials and even more errors but now it appeared that his work might have born fruit.

OOOOO

"All right maggots, line it up!" Roared the lion as he brandished a rather fearsome looking rifle. "Clients coming in to see the new meat, make sure you're presentation ready." He grinned as he saw the spread of 'processed cargo' that was to be offered today. His eyes roamed over the different offerings, trying to decide if there was anything that perked his interests enough to spend his wages.

Tanzir watched from a small raised platform as clients began to move into the display room from a second entrance. With a trained eye he evaluated each of them, trying to predict their tastes based on which sale items they focused on. "Should be a good night, but not a great one." He scratched at his chin in thought. "You have a chance to read over those requests?"

On a separate platform Thorn nodded and took a drink from a dark glass bottle. "Indeed." He frowned a little as he crossed from his platform to Tanzir's, the holo-emitters humming as they constructed hard light to form the steps. "Not that I've ever held to a strict code in this line of work, but this idea..."

"I don't want to hear your bitching." Tanzir cut the medical officer off. "Can you do it or not?"

"I'll run some simulations." The wolf agreed as he looked over the now milling crowd below. "We may have to start slow and small..."

"That's what she said..." Tanzir snickered.

Thorn chuckled despite himself. "I have some ideas on how to make the work possible, but if we are to go forward with this it will be on my terms. I will not take needless risks and I will not excessively endanger..."

"Very well Doctor." Tanzir nodded as his attention was drawn to a white furred figure on the floor below. "Acceptance and completion of the orders will be up to you."

Thorn followed the jackal's gaze, coming to rest on the arctic fox girl from earlier. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly in a deep heavy sigh. "I suppose it's time to start isn't it?" The glass bottle once again touched his lips, and this time he drank heavier.

OOOOO

She strained against the cuffs on her wrists that were electro-magnetically locked to the collar around her neck, cringing as a stronger shock coursed through her body. "Still, that wasn't too bad..." She whispered as she straightened her completely exposed body. "Not as debilitating a shock like the med lab was." The guard, a lion with a large rifle, had his back turned to her. "If I move quick enough..."

"You'll be dead before you can move your wrists far enough from the mag-locks at your throat."

The white vixen turned toward the new voice, shock evident on her face, allowing her to see the red scaled reptilian now beside her. "How did you know..."

"What you were thinking?" The reptile smiled kindly, yet sadly. "You don't even realize you're whispering do you?" He nodded as understanding began to show on the vixen's features. "Part of our conditioning, even our thoughts are no longer our own. Our every idea, every thought is programmed to be spoken aloud."

The fox growled. "How?"

The red reptile looked up to the second level, where two canines were speaking. "The large one, he does something to us. I think maybe I knew at one time, but Master said I did not need to know, so I forgot."

She gaped openly at his words. As he turned to face her again she spotted the thin, black, band around his neck. "A control collar?" She murmured.

The lizard smiled and nodded. "Yes. It is one of the reasons Master lets me move freely during the auctions. I am able to search for Him while being unbothered by the other Owners."

"Then your reason to stop me from fighting is because you think your master would want me?" She growled again as her fur puffed up defensively. "I'd sooner bite off my tongue and die before I let myself be forced to your fate!"

"You are not the type my Master desires." The scaled boy informed her calmly. "He prefers males." He paused as his collar glowed. "My time is up. I can only offer you this, if you mean to make good on your threat do so now. Before..." His collar glowed again, more brightly and for longer duration this time. "Before further...conditioning..." His eyes glazed over and then glowed lightly green as he turned to shuffle off. "Makes...impossible..."

The fox shuddered as the now mindless drone slurred his warning before becoming lost in the crowd. She didn't have long to think as everyone in the room gave their attention to the center of the room. The girl was only able to swallow once in fear before shock prevented her from moving further.

OOOOO

"Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen, Owners and owned." Tanzir spoke in his normal tone, though the amplifier attached to his shirt collar made him loud enough to address everyone in the room. "Welcome to The Lost One, the greatest slaver ship the galaxy has ever known. Now, let's get a few preliminary bits and baubles out of the way. This should be well known by all present already, but in case you are new to this world, The Lost One operates on what could be considered 'dubious' ground."

He allowed a few moments for the chatter, and in some cases laughter, of his patrons to die down. "We do not harvest from 'No slave worlds'..." He smiled knowingly. "But we do fish in intergalactic space, which means we have some of the largest selection of cargo offered anywhere." He grinned as several guests hollered in support. "We also have the reputation for the highest quality slaves offer by any ship, but words are cheap." Tanzir snapped his fingers and the lighting shifted to show two individuals behind him.

The first was a collie locked into a stockade, his legs spread by a glowing red energy beam and cuff set. His muzzle was filled with a similarly tinted energy ball effectively gagging him, though he could still evidently drool around it. His eyes were cloudy, with a faint green tint just barely visible in the whites. However, it was the willingly lifted tail and hips that thrust at the empty air that gained most of the attention of the perspective clients.

The other individual was a long eared jerboa. Rather than being placed in a stockade and barred, she was suspended from several solid light chains at her ankles, mid body, shoulders and wrists. Those with preference to the female form were quickly roaming her long, spread legs up to her clearly exposed pussy. Her long ears hung down behind her head, trembling as she panted softly. Like her partner she was fitted with a red energy ball gag, though her saliva did not fall to the floor but instead dripped down to her just barely C-cup breasts to slowly wet her beige fur. Her head tilted up, revealing the same green glow exhibited by the other slaves. As she saw the crowd of Furres staring at her she seemed to convulse, the chains that held her clinking as she struggled. It was not lost on anyone that this particular slave was from world considered off-limits to harvesting. If The Lost One was willing to sample one such as her, it could only mean that there were others that would be for sale.

"As you can see, we've taken the liberty of warming them up just a bit for you all." Tanzir walked over and smacked the collie's dangling balls, making the trussed up slave howl into his gag. "The auction will begin in one hour. Until then these two are free to be used by the general populous here, a sampling of the wares as it were. As such, Guests are reminded to keep their paws off the other merchandise until you Own it."

From above Thorn watched as the crowd quietly jockeyed for who would make the first move. After only a moment more a large feline, Thorn wasn't sure what species at this distance, jumped up on the stage and all but ran towards the rodent girl. Without finesse or preamble the cat loosed his pants and shoved his cock into the waiting pussy.

The girl's head shot upright as the barbed flesh tore into her over sensitized opening. Even muffled by the gag her scream could be heard through the room. Her pain was short lived as her eyes flashed brightly, her brainwaves altered to experience pleasure instead. She pulled at the chains that bound her, not to get away from her attacker, but to piston herself against him.

The cat grit his teeth. Although this was clearly not a virgin, she was incredibly tight. His haste proved to get the best of him and after several more thrusts he felt his groin jump in warning. Determined not to break etiquette a second time he ripped his cock from her gripping hole and fisted himself quickly. In moments long, sticky, ropes of cum burst from his cock. The first two shots hit with enough force to skip off her well maintained belly fur and splattered on the underside of her tits. The remainder of his load settled onto her abdomen and lower belly just above her pussy.

No one moved. The entire room silent but for the sound of the heavily breathing cat, jerboa, and panting collie. Regaining his footing the cat supported himself by placing his paws on the jerboa girl's hips. He scraped a line of his cum from her belly and moved it up toward her mouth. Recognizing the guest profile the computer maintaining the holographic gag ceased. The girl's response was immediate as she took the offered digit into her muzzle and sucked hungrily, cleaning it of cum.

The slave looked up to her temporary Master. Her eyes pleading with him. She managed to get out one word before the computer rematerialized her gag. "More..."

The curtain broke as clients moved en mass toward the bound slaves. A muscular Draconian was the first to reach the collie. He, however, took his time with his captive toy. One clawed paw caressed the soft fur of the dog's rump, bringing a smile to the guest's lips. The other claw moved to the canine's fear shriveled sac, massaging gently until the flesh relaxed and became soft once more. As the Draconian paced himself he felt his belt being undone. He only barely looked down to see his slave, a red, male, salamander-like reptile freeing his cock.

The collie whined softly as his ass and balls were stroked, not that he had long to think on his pleasure as another figure made itself known before him. His headfur was pulled harshly forcing his eyes to meet the mare's, he could just barely make out that her skirt had been hiked up from his peripheral vision. His gag vanished in a burst of static as her wet pussy pressed against his nose. The command was not even needed as his tongue split the soaked cleft between her legs.

A husky watched for several moments as he considered the scene, as the obvious spots were taken. A sadistic smile played over his features as he made a quick hand gesture in the air. The motion sensors picked up the command and the energy condensers hummed to life, his paw sparking intimidating with purple electricity. With a single pointer finger he traced a line down the collie's side, drawing a pained whimper and a knee jerk reaction of useless strugle, from the bound male. He dragged his finger higher to paint a vivid line just parallel to the slave's spine before circling down to the chest. Making sure that the voltage was not to strong he added his thumb so he could pinch the collie's nipple, sending the jolts directly to the sensitive flesh. A groan of pleasure distracted the husky for a moment as he turned his head, spotting the red salamander with the dragon kin's cock down his throat.

The draconian met the husky's eyes and each seemed to catch an idea at the same time. Pushing his slave's mouth away the dragon let the entranced male guide his cock to the collie's now twitching anal sphincter. He paused only briefly to let the dog's fear mount at the thought of the large, diamond headed cock about to open him up before pushing in rapidly.

The mare laughed, sounding just a little crazed, as the collie cried into her pussy. She watched with rapt attention as tears streamed down his face, she frowned as his eyes began to glow. Her hand moved to the collie's temple and held there for a few seconds causing the glow to die away. Her grin returned as the slave realized she'd canceled the program that would have exchanged his pain for pleasure. She pulled his headfur harder and ground her snatch onto his muzzle with greater forced in response.

The husky watched, with a small amount of jealously, as the dragon fucked the squirming male faster and faster. Even so, he grinned as his voltage covered paw hovered near the slave's hard, jerking cock. The sheer anticipation of what was going to happen almost had the husky shooting his load.

The dragon was not far either as he motioned his slave behind him. He grunted as the long salamander tongue rimmed his asshole. With a nod to the husky the large clawed hand around the collie's sensitive orbs squeezed tightly shut.

At the same moment that collie felt his most precious anatomy being crushed, another paw closed behind his knot and lightening struck his rod. His ass filled with liquid fire as his Master came within him. The combined sensations, along with the scent of mare pussy in his nose and on his tongue, overloaded his system as he came violently with a throaty scream. He was vaguely aware of Furres clapping, and pointing to a white spot between and beyond the mare legs in front of him. The taste of pussy cream in his mouth intensified and the pain from his head fur lessened. For a few seconds everything stopped. His ass felt empty and his cock started to soften. As he heard the wail from the jerboa, new clients stepped up to sample his body.

The slave girl's restraints had changed as more visitors moved around her. Those using the jerboa were less creative than those using the husky, instead overwhelming her with numbers. A dozen or so new cum stains on her fur were testament to just how popular she seemed to be. A fox male lay on the floor beneath her pistoning his cock into her now sloppy pussy, while a hawk took her now equally messy anal entry. With each thrust more cum from the previous donors ran down her legs and their balls alike.

Her mouth moved between the cock of a stallion, which could barely fit her tiny mouth, and the cunt of brown furred lapine. She groaned into the bunny's muff as a rough claw tugged at her clit, following it back she saw a crocodile who leered at her before catching her nipple between his sharp teeth hard enough to draw blood.

The hawk released a screech and the jerboa felt her ass fill once again. At the same time the girl felt something warm and wet hit her large ear. It tickled immensely as it slid copiously down her sensitive inner skins. The fresh load of spunk under her tail didn't even have time to escape as the hawk made way for the large bear who would be her next patron.

Her head was turned roughly as the stallion gripped her chin. Her world seemed to explode into white as his climax hit her between the eyes. In her mind something clicked and she struggled to move her mouth over the gushing tip, but the horse held her firm as he coated her face with several blasts of potent horse seed. The girl's entire body trembled as she was marked and she let out another shriek of pleasure as she came. The fox on the floor grunted as her climax milked his cock, forcing him to the end of his turn as well as another deposit of sperm was made to her womb even as he was soaked in her juices.

OOOOO

From his seat Thorn watched from above as clients continued to moved towards and away from the free gifts even as the auctions continued. "They'll be useless husks after tonight." He sighed as he took another drink. "Maybe we can reprogram them. Give them to the crew for a week or two?"

Tanzir shrugged. "Hell, give 'em to the crew even if you don't reprogram them. Fuck holes don't need personalities." He took in the entertainment with much more enthusiasm than the wolf did. "How do you get them so compliant anyway?"

The medic shook his head and laughed low in his throat. "I've explained the pico-tech to you too many times. You never understand and you never remember. It works, leave the brainy how to stuff to me and you do the heavy lifting. Ok?"

"I'll drink to that." Tanzir nodded as he took two more dark glass bottles from one of his passing servants, passing one to Thorn. "To the working tech and big profit margins."

Thorn clinked his bottle against Tanzir's, but didn't drink. His focus diverted by a movement of white fur on the sales floor. He watched as the vixen was lead out, her eyes glowing bright neon green and her muzzle stained slightly pink. "Poor girl..." He whispered as he recognized the buyer. His stomach tightened for a brief second and quickly drank heavily from the bottle in his paw. "At least her suffering won't last long."

The captain frowned at his friend's actions, but ultimately shrugged them off. "When do you think you can start on those special orders?"

Thorn sat back in his chair and let his head tilt back, eyes closed as he thought. "There's some work that I have to finish for the crew first, but I'll at least start prioritizing them. See which ones are most feasible to do first." He sat back up again and drained the bottle he held as a small smile crossed his muzzle. "Who knows, maybe they'll be just the inspiration I need."

OOOOO

Command: End Primary Log

OOOOO

A/N: Having a bit of writer's block on other stories, so, some random thoughts put to paper. A bit darker than my usual fare, but some times dark can be fun.

Now for the important stuff, that bit about "special orders" just above. This story has a "silent partner" element to it. That is, if readers post a suggestion in the comments for a theme and I find it interesting I'll might try and build it into a future chapter. Think along the lines of the old "choose your own adventure books" in that you point in a certain direction but the details are ultimately left to the writer.

It's not a commission or a cameo (way to much effort to try and keep true to someone else's character). Also, just because something is suggested does not guarantee that it will be used. As I said, this is mostly a writer's block alleviation piece.

'Till the next, live well all.