FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Rendered Null

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

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A spin-off, and continued from, Evolution Eradication.

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Sandor groaned, the white fox hanging limply in a pod, which was attached to the wall. Slowly, he blinked, coming to a sense of reality, though the fox was not sure where he was at all. His shoulders burned and he grunted thickly in the back of his throat, something in his mouth he could not dislodge.

It looked like there were others around him, from a dog to a stag and a lion… Some part of the fox understood they were close to him but he couldn't tell quite what was going on there, their limbs all sucked back behind them into a pod, though their tails seemed to be left free, the front of every pod hooked into the wall remaining open so their bodies were accessible. It bound them and held them, quite securely, and Sandor grunted around the gagging tube in his mouth.

He was safe there, however, no fear in his heart, not as he rested and grunted, something flexing and pulling around his cock, though it stilled. His body bucked, tail wagging, trying to get something his mind was not sure of, thrusting forward…and getting nothing.

Although the fox was aware, somewhat, of his surroundings, he didn't know the wider scope of everything, not right then and there.

He couldn't. Not after the aliens had tampered with his mind, draining his balls of his seed, repeatedly, all so they could eradicate all anthros. However, some anthros had been created after the remaining anthros, trapped by the aliens, had been restrained and had their minds tampered with, losing their sense of who they were as the aliens toyed with their bodies and orgasms. Apart from that, the anthros were merely bio-computers, something the aliens could use to process data from the world they'd come from – and whatever else they needed, really.

“Initiating memory re-installation. Please stand by."

A digital voice rang through his mind and the fox howled as memories flooded back, painting a picture of his many, many years trapped in the pod, what had happened to his team, everything they had gone through together.

“Agh!"

The fox thrashed, heaving and panting, wrenching his head back and forth. Yes, that was all his team – Yair, Bytter, Jack, Isai, Carter, Lukas and Shamar. They represented all the anthro species, lions, wolves, horses, canines, deer and, of course, tigers too, which had wiped out all of anthro-kind. Yet that had been so long ago and he snarled weakly, trying to show his teeth as something new came into focus.

The room was circular, but his team had been moved so their pods only made a semi-circle across half of the room. On the opposite wall resided similar matches to his team: their offspring. He must have heard it said by the aliens at some point, his chest heaving as he pushed the tube from his mouth, though there was still a toy on a mechanical arm rammed under his tail and a cock-milking sleeve closed around his cock. But that failed to catch his attention, for he had already been dealing with that, whenever the aliens woke him up to inspect his mind, for thousands of years.

“The subjects are mature adults," one of the alien voices came through a transmitter directly into the fox's brain as he growled and thrashed, fighting his bonds. “And are now prepared to take over from their fathers."

What? No…

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Sandor didn't have a son and, still, the fox whined and snarled, his teammates blinking, coming back to themselves, though the fox could not even linger there in the moment. Once upon a time, as if it was so long ago he had lived in a fairytale, he'd lavished attention on the bodies of his teammates, where they were muscled and fit, their bodies primed for his gaze. Hell, they'd even been made to have sex with one another… Yet some of that was not all that bad, considering all Sandor had gone through.

It was all a blur, though he grunted and swallowed, pushing down his fear, as he tried not to look too closely at how they twitched and pulled at their bonds, how it made their muscles contract and bulge in a rather tasty way.

I shouldn't think like that…

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Yet thinking was all he had, when the aliens allowed it. Otherwise, the fox's only purpose was to be useful.

“The mature subjects will now replace the anthros," the alien voice said, though Sandor understood it after his brainwashing, as if the words were in his own language. “Original subjects have aged and their physical condition is deteriorating."

Sandor huffed, his eyes wide, lips parted. A silent scream tore from his mouth, but his throat was too sore, too raw, to even let it out.

What did that mean for them? Replacing them? Did that mean…the aliens were finally going to end their lives?

Not thousands of years, no… Tens of thousands of years had passed. And the aliens had created the next generation, matured to adulthood, to be milked of their seed, as the original team had been.

No…

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Yet Sandor didn't see a fox there, though the young bodies of the fit adults seemed fetching. Although they twitched and tugged at their bonds, they didn't fight them as much as his team, perhaps as it had been all they'd known. But Sandor could not speculate on how they had been raised.

He hoped it was well.

Glancing at Shamar, the tiger's eyes wide and wild, Sandor took a breath, stilling the chill of fear freezing his lungs.

He couldn't just let them die, no… No, not after everything. He didn't want to see their end, not even after all those years. Some part of him, despite everything, clung viciously to whatever scraps of life he still had.

“No… Please… Save them, don't kill them, don't end me," he breathed, the words rasping from his throat, though it didn't even seem like his voice anymore. “No… No, don't! Ahhhhhhhh!"

He screamed that time, some of his teammates gagged and shouting through their bindings, others howling and wailing. A device emerged from the hood of the pod, which usually slid down over his front when he was “put away," and he reeled from it, seeing it only as a kind of weapon.

“No, please! Spare me, save me! Someone help me!"

Sandor had not known the true depth of fear as it sank into his soul right there and then, something vicious and humiliating slinking through him, like a predator stalking its prey in the dead of the night.

The fox howled and thrashed, but not even he could stop himself from releasing his bladder as the machines around him, coming from the wall of the pod, whirred and groaned with use, removing the dildo from his rump and the cock-milker from his shaft. He whined and sobbed, tears tracking down his cheeks, as he pissed himself, yellow urine soaking the white fur of his thighs.

It was a humiliation he had to bear and…well…it still wasn't the worst he'd gone through. True fear, having had his memories restored, brought out those primal instincts, his body seeking to relieve itself and lighten in case it needed to flee.

“You shall not be executed, fox."

Sandor slowed his struggles, though he wasn't sure whether the rest of the team could hear the alien voice too. It was too hard to tell with their tails lashing back and forth, Lukas the stag even rapping a weak rack of antlers violently against the inside of his pod. Yet none of them had the strength they'd used to.

“Me?" He whispered tearfully, lips quivering as his tail tucked down in fear. “I'll be spared? We'll be spared? Oh… Thank you… Thank you…"

It was embarrassing to be put in such a position before his team, but they'd seen worse, even as his body burned with searing humiliation, feeling like it was crawling under his skin even then.

“Your memory shall be wiped, fox," the aliens went on, though Sandor had never once seen the aliens, throughout all his time in captivity there. “Never to be restored. And you will have one final ejaculation."

Sandor howled and thrashed, twisting back and forth.

“No, no! Not my memories! Don't do that to me!"

Yet his panic was ignored, for they were well-used to his fussing after so many years. The front of the pod slid half-closed, allowing another device to come down over his head, a visor in front of his eyes he dimly remembered from his brainwashing, many, many years ago. Sometimes, it was hard to differentiate one memory from another, everything all tangled in a mess of twisted lust and abuse.

“Please, no, please… I can't do this! I want to live, but not without my memories! Please, just keep using me as a bio-computer! I'll do anything, please!"

His pleas fell on deaf ears and the fox grunted as the dildo slid back into his gaping tail hole, easily finding his place after he had been stretched for so long. The dildo thrust back and forth, reminding him exactly what it was to be filled, grinding in deep and vibrating against his prostate.

“Ah! Nnnngghhhhh!"

His tongue lolled out and, with the visor in place, he could no longer see his teammates, even if their cries echoed around the room. Even that was intoxicating, his mind broken to steal any scraps of pleasure it could find at any given moment, though Sandor didn't know what else to do. He didn't know that the device on his cock was programmed to edge him, to bring him off – all at any time. His heartrate, blood flow and more was fed back into the device over his cock to let it know how close he was or not, so it could adjust the stimulation accordingly.

“Mmmph!"

He howled, panting heavily, his pink tongue lolling out as electrodes were attached to his balls with soft pads – though it was not the softness he focused on as jolting, electric shocks rang through his nuts, forcing his body to flinch and jump. The e-stim bordered that line of pleasure and pain and, still, his body was so overly sensitive that, sometimes, it really did cross over into more pleasure than pain.

“Aaaaaoooohhhhhh!"

He howled as the dildo rammed into his backside, forcing him closer and closer to climax, his tail squeezing around the dildo reflexively, his body wanting that pleasure, the only good thing he'd had in his life since his capture. His teammates whined and thrashed but Sandor knew what would happen as soon as orgasm took them, even if his mind refused to fill in the blanks of the ends they would face at that point of climax, hanging in their pods, their offspring to take their places.

And there was nothing they could do. Nothing even their captain, Sandor, could do as he bucked helplessly into the tube, his tail lifting as if he was even welcoming the dildo up under his tail. He needed it all, ached for so much more, his body hungry for orgasm despite him knowing it would be the end, that he would never again have the ability to be himself in the slightest after that moment.

The fox blinked down through eyes streaming with moisture, a beaker approaching his cock slowly, held by a mechanical arm that had emerged from a panel in the wall.

“Noooooo… Oh, no… Please… Guh!"

With his ejaculation would come relief and release, even as Sandor jolted in his pod, shoulders and hips burning from the strain he put on them. Yet he couldn't get away, not as he blinked away tears and stared down at the beaker, even if he didn't want to see his end. It had text on it, in the alien's language, but after so many years of being a bio-computer for the aliens, processing data, he had learned to read it. Or the ability to do so had been implanted in him, so he could be more useful still at his job.

“Guhhh… Nnnnggghhh… Noooooo… Please…"

He huffed as his cock throbbed and twitched, the end of the cock sleeve opening up to allow the head to poke on: his seed would be collected by the beaker that time, not a collection tube and chamber. The fox huffed and groaned, reading the beaker, yet nothing there reassured him.

Originating planet: Earth

Race: Red fox

Note: Final fox sperm collection

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“No… Please… Puh…leash…"

He sobbed, chest heaving, though groans still escaped him, his body overworked and overstimulated. Yet the aliens ignored him, as they always had, even if the fox hoped against hope his memory wouldn't be erased, that he could still cling to some semblance of the fox he had been years back.

“Your objections are amusing but ineffective, fox," the alien voice told him, though he'd never been able to tell whether it was multiple aliens speaking to him or just one. “Your end will be rendered the same regardless and you will serve as a reminder to races to come, even our own. We will remember our triumph over the anthros, who never should have existed."

“And you shall be null."

“Aaaaaaooooohhhhhhh!"

He howled, twisting as the visor and machine around and above his head vibrated, the fox heaving and fighting, though he didn't even have it in him to snarl anymore. Not even as the dildo slammed brutally into his tail hole, all but crushing his prostate, his need rising, more shocks running through him to leave him at the edge of orgasm.

The device sent his mind wavering, a buzzing sound gripping him, limbs juddering, though he didn't know what it was. The fox could only assume it was bad as he wrenched at his body and moaned, still thrusting uselessly, trying to get that last bit of pleasure for his body even as his mind screamed.

“Don't… No… Noooooooo!"

What Sandor didn't know was that the aliens had chosen him because he could not sire the next generation. So, there was no point in ending his life as there were no offspring to replace him, with the aliens continuing their experiments. They would have a far better use for him, even if their treatments and enhancements, over tens of thousands of years,

His orgasm was coming, but the devices held him there, only stimulating him enough so a trickle of pre-cum left his cock. Sandor flinched and whined as the strange waves pulled at his brain, a low hum emanating through him.

“Unff… No… Nnnggghhh…"

His mouth opened, tongue lolling out. It was wrong, no, he had to fight it… And yet his very will to do so was fading, out of his control, fear clawing at his heart as if a giant bird of prey was piercing the organ with the tip of a vicious talon. The chill of fear, even then, was not enough to chase off the heat of arousal, eyes wide and wild, straining with tears, behind the visor.

Were his teammates gone? He didn't know, couldn't know.

Actually, he knew little anymore, though the fox could not tell when memories were fading. That was up to the aliens to monitor, for the fox didn't have to worry about anything at all anymore.

“What is your name, fox?"

Sandor blinked.

“Uh… My name… My name… My name is… What is my name? I know my name, don't I?"

But he couldn't remember, shaking his head. Was there something he was supposed to be thinking of? He wasn't sure. His cock ached, pre-cum streaming from his cock as the device wiped his memories, deleting them all, one by one. With his orgasm, the memory wipe and reprogram, for the aliens' use, would be complete.

It was out of the fox's hands.

“Please, tell me what's happening here…" Sandor said slowly, seeming to need to think of every word slowly and carefully. “What are you doing to me?"

“Nothing you need to worry about," the voice said again. “What species are you?"

He snorted, rolling his eyes, his heart rate coming down a bit as fear edged away, little by little.

“Silly question… I'm a… I'm a…"

But he couldn't remember. Much the same as him not being able to remember just what he was doing there. His fur was damp under the arms and around his groin, the reek of urine snapping at his nose. Had he been scared? But why?

“Where did you study?"

“Space academy," he answered, though the details eluded him. “Space academy… Space academy… No…"

“Can you remember the name of the academy?"

Sandor whined, twisting his head back and forth, arching back on to the dildo. It was too much! Why couldn't he answer their questions? He reached for answers that felt like they should have been present in his mind, but he just couldn't find them, a soft, fluffy cloud of nothingness stopping him from getting there.

He didn't know they simply didn't exist anymore. The fox didn't have to, for the memory wipe picked at his core being, unravelling his identity, as it worked backwards too, wiping his memories from that moment backwards.

“I'll do whatever you want…" He said, trying for any way out, breath hitching and catching. “Please… What do you want from me."

“Nothing more than to answer our questions, fox."

Sandor gulped, blinking at the beaker before his dripping cock, his balls aching fervently. A sense of holding back sank into the pit of his belly and he moaned, ears splaying out to either side of his head, tail lifting and wagging. Not even that felt as if it was in his control, however.

“What planet do you live on?"

Sandor blinked, shaking his head, his breath shuddering in his chest. It was a planet…like dirt…but not dirt…

“Dirt…"

“That is an answer, but not the typical name of your planet. How old are you?"

Sandor twisted, fighting weakly, though his leg jerked as if he wasn't managing to move the right limb at the right time. How was he even supposed to thrash, his tail lifting strangely?

“Think of your memories. Think of your time as a teenager. What did you do?"

Sandor squirmed. He didn't want to think of that!

“I remember… Anti-gravity ball… Playing games… Studying…"

As he said each thing, they slipped from his mind, the fox continuing back through his life as if he had not said anything at all.

“Kiss… Pretty doe… Friends… Nnnngghhhh… It… They…"

He blinked, staring, words fading from his lips. They didn't need to be there, not as he thrust, grinding his hips into the cock sleeve. Had he been asked a question? Ah, it didn't matter, no, not at all.

Sandor growled, his lips rippling along his teeth. He needed pleasure, why wasn't he getting more pleasure? In his mind, his world reduced to base needs, needs that an active, thinking mind, though hunger was not in the forefront of his mind, not even as he licked the outside of his muzzle. Sandor drooled, a strange feeling of detachment seeping through him.

“Bring us your early years, your youngest years, your earliest memories… Think back. Who was your best friend when you were a fox cub?"

Sandor stared. He didn't know, his mind emptying, drop by drop – just the same as his balls were going to be. He gulped hard but didn't manage to swallow the overdose of saliva in his mouth.

“Nnnnnggghhhhhh…"

“Who was your friend? Who was your teacher? What was your mother like?"

The questions came quickly and he pulled vague images and shapes into his mind, the notion of a red fox over him, patting his head, sending a sense of longing through him. But Sandor didn't know how to pull the memory back to himself, not after it was going, his chest heaving, shuddering with a need unlike any other.

“Have you lost the ability to speak, fox? Excellent. The memory wipe is progressing well."

Speak? What was speak? He faded quickly, humping and grinding, needing something. But Sandor didn't know what he needed, only that a good feeling swarmed him, dragging him under, his lips parted in a ragged howl.

“Aaaaaaoooohhhhhhhhhh!"

“Memory wipe, ninety per cent complete."

Memory wipe? The words meant nothing to him, not as Sandor grunted and drooled, the fox's tail hanging, not even able to wag it anymore. His orgasm was coming, throbbing up thick and fast, his balls aching, though the fox did not even know it was to be his last orgasm ever. He didn't know anything much at all, not as he climaxed, the ripples of it flowing through him like a river racing towards its end, where it met the ocean.

Finally, the fox hissed through his teeth, his tail wagging mindlessly, for he had no mind left, not as he had embodied, releasing his orgasm with a stream of cum. It was almost a non-event, for the aliens had done all they needed to, the fox's hips pumping mindlessly, spending his seed without a thought in his mind for his wellbeing, not in any way.

There was nothing he could do to stop it, not even understanding, at that point, it was his final orgasm, the hot stream of cum splashing into the beaker as the mechanical arm moved it along with his dick, ensuring it was all collected.

“Aaaaahhhhoooooohhhhhh!"

The fox groaned, spending his semen, though it was all lost to him anyway, the electrodes forcing every last drop of it from his balls. His head lolled forward, his chin on his chest, moaning aloud, tongue hanging out as if the vulpine had forgotten even how to withdraw it back into his mouth.

“What is your species? What is your purpose? Speak aloud, fox."

“Guh… Nnnnffff?"

Sandor blinked, half picking up his head. But the words didn't mean anything to him, the language centre of his brain removed – or wiped clean. Hypothetically, it could be learned again, for he had only been wiped, but the aliens would have to teach and train him, of course. Perhaps that would be another fun experiment for them, in re-writing an adult fox for their own amusement and studies.

The aliens lifted the visor from Sandor's face when he was not able to say anything aloud, his tongue hanging out, a soft look on his muzzle. He laughed and swayed lightly in the pod, swinging back and forth, even though every drop of cum had already left his nuts.

His cum poured into the beaker, though he didn't see it as that. He no longer had any frame of reference that he could compare it with. He moaned and let his jaws hang open, tongue flicking in and out, though more as if he was playing with it, not trying to lick the side of his muzzle.

“Mmmm… Heh… Hehehe… Heh!"

He chuckled, his throat working, though it was not something Sandor would ever have recognised as laughter, not even when it came from his own lips. What he felt, on the other hand, was the tightness in his lungs, how his abdominal muscles clenched with the sound.

“Hee… Ahh-hee-hee!"

That was more of a giggle, a higher-pitch ringing through the air, but his teammates, well… Their time had come. They had faced their own terror from the aliens but their trials were at an end, their bodies having thrust and ground as passionately as they could in the peaks of orgasm. While their minds had not been wiped, the need for pleasure had overruled the fear in the end for them, trying and failing to hold back from their orgasms like they had the very first time.

Yet Sandor was left only with physical sensations, his body slumping in the pod, his mind wiped so he didn't even remember any of that. He certainly didn't recognise what the bodies in the pods were, even the ones that were still alive and squirming.

“Document vital signs."

The aliens took charge of the situation, recording the results of the mind wipe, though Sandor only swung back and forth, as if he was testing out the limits of a new body, trying to make sense of it.

“Hahaha… Ohhhhh-weeeee!"

Sandor reverted to a simpler mindset, a smile pulling at his lips, gleaming faintly with saliva. Everything was amazing! He couldn't stop looking around him, though there were funny things pressed against his body and he didn't seem able to move all that much.

It didn't bother him, however. It was just him, just his life.

After all, Sandor had never known anything different.

“Documentation complete. Completing nullification process."

The digital voice sounded different to the alien one, though Sandor could not have said how that was. He giggled and blew raspberries, his eyes wide and open, though there was nothing in the world the fox would have honestly wanted to take in. The world was not like the one he had known the last time his mind had been at that stage of learning, when he had been nothing more than a fox cub.

And the aliens would not teach him, no, not like that. Not to let him learn as a fox all over again.

Maybe for their own benefit… But that all remained to be seen as the happy fox swung and cooed, giggling and laughing, his tail hanging softly as his body tried to wag it again. The machines released his cock, though it was soft and ready to be tucked away forever.

No more orgasms for Sandor.

His ears twitched as the machine churned, something covering his crotch – metal? He didn't know the name of it, but he could see it and peered down curiously, a loose smile on his lips, as a nozzle shot a stream of latex over his crotch. It stuck thickly to him, slinking over his crotch and melding to his body, so it made a null bulge with a red lock on the top of his loins.

“Ah!"

Information flooded him and Sandor's back arched as he pushed out from the pod, quivering in place, his brain processing data all over again as a bio-computer. His body shuddered, ripples wracking him, but there was no way for Sandor to escape it, no, not as he was finally removed from his “home" in the aliens' experimental facility and taken to one of their biggest museums.

Hung on the wall, in a similar pod but one that was clear so his body in its entirety could be seen at all times, the fox swung and swayed, giggling and cooing. He even yipped and tried to wag his tail, his mind trying to re-learn things, though the connection between thinking something and the muscle memory and use required to complete the action. There simply was no way for him to do it, not without practise and not without being allowed to move, to try new things and, ultimately, to play.

As an adult only museum, the dildo still rammed into his backside as he whined and growled, his jaws hanging open.

“Nnnnggghhhhh… Mmmph! Ruff! Ruff-ruff! Grrrrr! Grrrrfff!"

Strange creatures came to stare and point at him, but no matter how hard the dildo thrust, penetrating his ass deeply, the null bulge with the large lock symbol marked over it never allowed him climax. Pleasure, sometimes, yes… But no more than that.

A robotic arm would sometimes come out, massaging his null bulge, but the fox didn't know what to make of that, only moaning.

“Mmmmmnnnnnn…" He groaned again, his tongue drooling free of his muzzle. “Nnnnnggghhhhhh…"

The fox quivered as his bulge was stimulated, yet he never quite got what he thought should have been there, a sense of something missing lingering in the back of his mind. There was no room for his mind to grow, even as his body was kept alive, the sons of his former teammates flanking him on the wall.

His mind still rang with information, converting data and processing, though he understood little of it, only the language. All his learning, after all, had been stolen from him. They just made use of him in a way anthros had never made true use of everything in their world. If they had, perhaps the aliens would not have taken over and eradicated everyone. Or maybe the aliens would have done it anyway, for the anthros had always been unnatural.

A beaker beside Sandor on the wall close to his waist was a coveted display piece, the label reading: “The last fox semen from Earth." The fox may have been terrified if he had been able to see it, though one of the benefits of the mind wipe was the lack of negative emotion. Without being taught that and shown what to be afraid of, that life experience, there was no fear and there was no terror. He could not even learn to be horrified.

“Nnnnmmmm…" The fox couldn't stop the moans from coming or, more accurately, it was not even a notion in his mind to do so. “Mmmmmmnnnnnnn…"

The fox hissed and grunted, but did not feel bad about his fate, no. The others around him, well, they could still ejaculate while he was forever null, the need to relieve his body taken care of with alien technology. They were only different to him, yes, though his simple mind, to the extent it had been permitted to develop, did not know what, exactly, was different in the slightest.

“Guuuuuuhhhhnnnngggghhhhhh…"

The aliens stared up at the fox, how he growled and hissed and groaned, forever unable to orgasm. Some watched with rapt attention and others turned away quickly, more horrified by the strange creature from another world, his species wiped out while he was the last remaining member. Sometimes, the other anthros in pods on the wall were taken away for experiments, though the exhibit was always more popular when all were there at the same time.

He stood as a warning to all what their race and their people could do, how they had spread their might through the galaxy, overcoming all races, ruling and conquering. The anthros were just one species they had brought under their rule but, of course, they had needed to revert Earth to a natural state, eradicating them.

The null fox thrashed and moaned and the aliens backed away from him at the end of the day, when the museum was closing up for the night. Lukas' adult son, the stag, moaned and thrust, filling his cock sleeve and collection chamber with a hefty load of cum, his small tail twitching. Yet he didn't know who the fox was or where he had come from, only that they were all in it together, trapped in the pods on the wall of the museum, posing and lusting.

Rendered null, Sandor pumped his hips, seeking an orgasm that would never come.

But he'd still try.