Breaking the Breeder, Pt. 01

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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"I'm breaking up with you."

Alyssa blinked, her heart sinking. No... No, that could not be right. Her apartment was all the same around her, just like it had always been, but something changed irrevocably in that moment.

The doe-taur took a step back. The room was the same around her, on the second floor of the building...but nothing could or would ever be the same again.

"No... Sandor..."

Her partner, the white fox, turned away, his ears pinned and lips cruelly twisted.

"You don't deserve me anymore," he snapped, tail tight against his buttocks. "I've saved this city many times over, I'm the only one that can defeat the slimes. Everyone wants a piece of me -- I'm famous!"

"No... Sandor... Please..." Alyssa quivered, her lower lip trembling, wrapping her arms around her human half as her skin prickled with goosebumps. "No... I'll do anything, please! I'm sure we can work this out, I love you so much..."

"What -- you?"

He barked a laugh, wheeling back around. His fire superpower, so volatile, leapt from his fingertip, dancing and flickering.

"What do you think you can do for me?" He scoffed. "You can't even bear my child... What use really is a doe-taur? I only got with you because I felt sad for you. I still pity you, Alyssa, but that doesn't mean you have to drag me down with you."

She sucked in a sharp breath that he ignored. Sandor had to ignore it. They'd told him...

No. The fox couldn't think of that right now. He just had to do it. He just had to do it -- and get out.

"Please, Sandor."

Her voice curled around him, barely above a whisper.

"I don't... Please... Does having natural offspring matter that much to you? We can...adopt, have a surrogate... We can find a way."

The fox took a deep breath, steadying his resolve. It was now or never. Or else he would never be able to do it for her own good.

"Yes. I can't be with someone that can never bear me a child. It was never me that was the problem, Alyssa."

He turned on his heel, storming for the door. He'd never again enter that apartment.

The door slammed behind him, but it was not enough to silence Alyssa's wail.

The doe-taur fell to the floor by the window of her living room, blinking away the tears that just kept on falling and falling and falling. The red sports car, the model one that Sandor had told her about, a Guinevere, was parked outside and he got into it, whisking his white tail right in after him. He slid a pair of black shades onto his face, the glasses perching neatly on the top of his muzzle and hooking around the backs of his ears: very stylish.

Too stylish for Alyssa, at the very least. It belonged to Sandor, in part, for it was too expensive even for him and had been bought for him to use by a sponsor, one that wanted him, of course, to keep using his superpowers to keep the slimes at bay. Everyone wanted him to defeat the slimes, but his reach had not yet expanded beyond the city, even though there was talk of him doing more.

Alyssa's hands balled up into fists, though the tears kept coming. Did he think that he could just leave her like that? The sadness in her eyes brimmed over, spilling into hatred. The kind of hatred that seared through her body, curling up deeply into what was to become the dark pit of her soul.

"Never again, Sandor..."

Yet their trials were only just beginning.

*

The Paranormal Commission was behind it. Of course, they were behind it. He would never have broken up with Alyssa if not for them, known, in shorthand, simply as The Commission. They monitored all with superpowers and worked with the aim of keeping those in the city, and their control, safe from alien and supernatural influences, though, in recent years, it had been the slimes that had dominated. And, as the only anthro in the city with the power to defeat them, Sandor had become a figure of great importance.

He hadn't lied about that. But it was not something that the fox had ever wanted. Sure, yes, he'd wanted to do some good in the world and make sure that he used his powers for the greater good, but things weren't going quite the way that he wanted them to. He'd gotten big in the city and he'd made a name for himself... All in a bad way.

The Commission had taken him. They'd said that they would harm his family, send them to prison -- and do even worse to Alyssa.

The fox trembled, in the narrow corridor, his tail tucked down. For all his powers, he was still weak and he was still able to be controlled. He didn't know whether he hated that more or the fact that, ultimately, they had forced him to break up with Alyssa.

All to protect her. But it didn't feel all that much like protecting her when he would never see her again, not ever. He had seen the tears in her eyes, how they had streamed down her face, how she had collapsed to the floor. Well, he had heard that. But...he had to do it.

Sandor didn't know how else to keep her safe. There was, most likely, no good answer to it...

"Here."

The eagle leading him smirked, his eyes gleaming with wickedness. Just how he could smirk with a beak was beyond him, but Sandor didn't have to ask about that. No... Not as he was led to a small window in the corridor, everything bright and tunnel-like, with a rounded roof, though there was no outside light, only artificial.

The lighting strips above his head, only about a foot higher than Sandor's ears were, buzzed faintly. But he stared at the wolf beyond the window, how her violet eyes locked onto him.

Was she smiling? It was hard to tell. She was too neutral, hiding everything behind the thicker, fluffier grey fur of her muzzle.

"Sign here."

A pack of forms, with a line for his signature and the date only on the top one, was slid across to him, some of the pages sliding askew on the stack.

"What are these?"

The eagle shoved him between his shoulder blades.

"You don't need to know that. Sign this, or we'll bring your special little doe-taur here."

Sandor gulped. What, so him breaking up with Alyssa would be all for nothing?

"She's not my girlfriend anymore," he said, trying to seem cocky and dismissive, rolling his eyes. "So, what do I care about that?"

The eagle stared at him levelly and the fox, who would have been at risk of being harmed by the eagle, if they had been of their non-anthro forms and species. An eagle may not have been able to carry off a fully-grown fox like Sandor, but he could still pick from his bones and certainly land a killing blow. And Sandor did not feel as strong as he should have been, not then, not ever.

Maybe that was why it had been so easy, in the end, for The Commission to capture him. He was most certainly not free...

"Sign it," the eagle said, shoving him closer to the window and the desk. "Sign it, or every last member of your family and your girlfriend too will die. And we'll make you watch."

Sandor froze, heart pounding.

Fuck.

They were really serious.

"Can I at least read it first?" He said, trying to appear derisive, though there was still very much a shake in his voice. "There may be terms, still, that require negotiating..."

"Sign it!"

Sandor flinched. Hell... Why had he ever developed his powers? Why had he had to show them off so openly? If others had never found out that he was the one that had sent the slimes back, that first time... Well, it was too late for that.

A dull echo resonated through his skull, as if the fox was no longer present in his own body. He didn't know what was happening, why they wanted him, why they had resorted to such threats to make him sign.

It was serious. And yet Sandor had no idea why, still, they wanted him.

"Excellent," the eagle officer said, his eyes narrowing cruelly. "For the greater good."

He had not been permitted to review the documents. But he was dragged away all the same, forced to stumble over his own hind paws as he was bodily hauled down the corridor.

They passed door after door, some with names on them and some without. He didn't recognize any but that was not surprising. He also didn't recognise the more scientific descriptions on some of the doors either, perhaps letting others know what experiments or such were going on within. Every name or title on each door was on a piece of paper, which was then slid into a little holder to keep it in place.

He took a deep breath, trying to use his powers. Yet, as he stepped into a long room, set up with big pods with clear domes covering them, his heart sank.

The eagle turned to him.

"You just tried to use your powers." The officer said, though it was a statement and not a question. "I wouldn't bother again. This whole facility has been secured so that none of your superpowers will work. No one with superpowers, even those who have powers far less useful than yours, can use them in here."

That didn't stop Sandor from trying, even if the eagle seemed to know that he was trying and laughed at him, clicking the edges of his beak together in open mirth.

The officer stood before an empty machine. Some of them seemed dark, as if what was inside was not for his eyes, though he couldn't tell if there was nothing lighting the inside of them or if they were covered in a solid hood.

"Get in."

Sandor baulked.

"What? No!"

"You've signed away your life and body to The Paranormal Commission," the officer said, though his tone had taken on a distinctly bored edge to it, as if he had done it all before. "You have no rights."

Sandor reached for his powers again -- and was shoved in. The eagle seemed to know just when to catch the fox off-guard, though it was not much of a wrestle, on Sandor's side, to get him into the pod. It looked like a containment chamber of some kind, now that he had a moment in which to think about it, though he was forced backwards into it, so that he was facing outward, a fox-shaped hood sliding over his head.

"Contain him!"

And then there were other footsteps, others running in, storming in close to him, grabbing at him, his body, ripping his clothes from him. The blade of a knife slipped under his shirt and ripped up, though the fox would never again need it, even if he tried to growl at the loss of it.

There were many losses that day. His body was no longer his, nothing within his control, snarling, heaving, grunting and snapping. He was useless without his powers! He'd never learned, not since they had emerged within him, how to defend himself in any other way. It had all been so easy when he had had his superpowers to reach for at any point.

His limbs sank into the machine, even his crotch exposed, his furred balls trying to suck back up to his body, his body doing all the little things that it could do to protect itself, even when there was no true way.

"Strap his head in -- to the hose!"

"Mmmm-hmmm-mmmph!"

Sandor flinched and pulled back, though the fox had been struggling all along. He didn't know what to do, what to think, fear clawing at him. It had been easy to push it back before, as his arms and legs sank into something that felt like encasing manacles, only they covered his fingers and toes too, stopping him from grabbing at anything. His arms and legs were tugged back slightly, leaving his chest shoved forward and his back bowed as if he was being put there in offering.

He snarled, snapping within the hood -- but he couldn't see! Panic dragged at his heart, clutching, his stomach turning over, yet there was nowhere for the fox to go, no, not at all. He should never have gone in!

Dimly, Sandor was aware that no one would have truly wanted him to go through with whatever it was that The Commission had in mind for him, but it was too late for any of that. And Sandor would have done everything that he could have to save them anyway, because that's how he was. Even if his methods weren't quite as they should have been, when it came to Alyssa...

He tongued at the inside of the hood, though he still seemed to be able to breathe, his breath drawing condensation on the inside of it. It felt too heavy, cloying, restricting -- though his tail had been left free.

"Commence milking."

Milking? What the hell? Sandor grunted, twisting and pushing, though there was something heavy on the front of the hood too, something that tried to drag his head forward. Already, his head ached. Yet there was something there, some relief in the blinding coverings that had been over his eyes sliding back to reveal the facility.

The eagle was no longer there, being handed over to a bulky, dominating bear with a dark look in his eye. The fox was not free, not by any means, struggling futilely, embarrassed to be naked in there as heat clawed at his skin and he blushed furiously. What the hell was he doing in there? Naked, used... Milking? What was it that they had said about milking?

He clamped his tail down, though it was not as if it would do him any good, not as he peered through the clear plastic covering his eyes, though he was well aware that he could be blinded again at any moment. Frankly, Sandor didn't know what was worse.

Something whirred, the bulky black bear with his lips pressed together making a note on a clipboard. He wore a white vest with buttons, leaving his arms free, though he still, somehow, gave the impression of being formal and studious. Was he a scientist? Were they experimenting on him?

"Mmmph! Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmmmph!"

"There's no point in fighting back," the bear said, surveying the prize of the captured fox. "Here, this will distract you, it most usually distracts our subjects..."

Sandor jolted. Something touched his cock! Sliding over his shaft, a cock sleeve -- though harder and firmer on the outside, with a squashy, soft interior -- pulsed, seeming to twitch and warm around him, his body instinctively hardening up. He couldn't help himself, his hips thrusting. Fuck, that rush of pleasure!

"There you go, it's not so bad now, is it?"

The bear didn't seem to speak at all as if he cared at all for Sandor's comfort, his words low and delivered in a monotone. Sandor whined and flinched, trying to hold himself back, but there was something else there, something shoving its way up under his tail.

"Unnfff..."

"Relax your sphincter now or else we will have to begin with the injections and no one wants that..."

Sandor wasn't sure that the bear would have cared either way with how he spoke, no. But it was hard to fight back, now that he had submitted for those first few moments, a dildo driving up under his tail, already lubricated as it ground into him.

It was a part of the pod -- attached to the machine! Too late, Sandor caught on to what was happening to him, squirming and fighting, muscles tensing and bunching, wrenching himself back and forth.

"Mmmph!"

He didn't have anything in his mouth, but the hood seemed to have a muzzle on it too, closing over his snout and forcing him to keep his lips almost all the way closed. He tried to shove his tongue out against the front of it, but found a gap -- was that a hose connected to his mouth and lips? A tube of some kind?

But the fox was not to know, not in any way, not as he snarled and shuddered, trying his best to hold back as pleasure washed over him.

Maybe things would have been different if he had fought back harder, if he had used his superpowers, even on The Commission, before entering the facility. He would have gone rogue and done something drastic, surely, but...maybe it would have been worth it. Maybe he could have run away with Alyssa, his family and her family too, maybe they could have done something...

But pleasure overwhelmed him. He moaned, rolling his hips forward.

"Nnnngggghhhh..."

"That's right," the bear said, making another note on his clipboard. "You will give in to it, sooner or later. There will be others relieving me here too, so don't get too comfortable."

Sandor didn't know what that meant. The fox did not have to know what that meant, not as he moaned and lowered his head, the weight of the hood too much for him. He grunted thickly in the back of his throat, saliva pooling between his teeth and under his tongue.

"Unfff..."

Let me out...

Yet his cock was hard, so very hard, aching and throbbing, need trembling through him in a way that, even then, the fox did not think could be controlled. Yet he was controlled, made to thrust and grind, his glutes tensing, lines of strain running down the backs of his legs, his hamstrings and his calves.

"Mmmmph..."

He groaned into the gagging hood, tonguing the inside. He was thirsty, so thirsty, but the cock sleeve around him throbbed and vibrated. It had to be some kind of advanced technology, something that he would not have even known about if not for a little work that he had done, for The Commission, before. He should never have worked for them, but he'd thought that they were on the same side as him, that they all wanted to defeat the slimes, get rid of the monstrous, insidious things from another world...

"Mmmmmnnnnnn..."

The fox groaned, an orgasm rising. The dildo under his tail was not the first that he had ever taken, but...he didn't have to tell them that. The fox moaned, licking his lips the best he could, thrusting and humping, panting heavily.

Oh, how he needed it... To cum, that was. He'd never before felt like he was going to lose his mind if he did not orgasm, though that was the least of it, well and truly. The cock sleeve device rippled and massaged around his cock, likely AI, seemingly designed to simply bring him off into the throes of orgasmic pleasure as quickly as possible.

As the dildo under his tail vibrated too, grinding right up against his prostate as if the machine knew exactly what it was doing to him, he couldn't hold back.

He couldn't resist, but the fox was never meant to resist, no... Not then, not ever. He ejaculated hard, letting out a long, low groan into the gagging hood. He panted heavily, chest heaving, aching, even the muscles of his abdomen tensing and flexing. He didn't know what else to do, not at all, not as he grunted and groaned.

"Mmmm-nnnngggggghhhhhhh..."

"Give in, fox."

His cum streamed away from him, throb after throb and spurt after spurt. As much as Sandor wanted to keep his tail clamped down, he couldn't help himself from thrusting and wagging it, the traitorous limb wiggling back and forth as if he was really enjoying everything that was being done to him. He panted heavily, straining to reclaim breath that had been lost but no longer seemed like it was his to settle back into his lungs, yet was at least relieved that, in a way, it seemed to be over.

If they wanted his cum for some experiment then... He was sure he could have given that to them one way or the other beforehand. He could have jacked off in the bathroom or something, with a magazine, as if he was simply delivering a semen sample... As crude as the whole thing was to think about, there had been other options if that was all that The Commission had wanted from him.

The binds around his muzzle, which had forced him to keep his jaws close together, were loosened, if only minutely. He licked his lips, glad for the release. That was something, at least, even though his cock was still out, still tucked into the cock sleeve, which was big and bulky, now that Sandor had the presence of mind to glance down at it. Truth be told, the fox didn't all that much want to consider what his cock was jammed into, the twisted, sexual torture device (well, he couldn't think of it as pure pleasure under circumstances like that) that was locked around his dick.