FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Here you are Vincent..." Ember grumbled as Vincent carefully steered the small little ship towards the salvage that they had just located. It was a rather large industrial space tanker, the two salvagers having scored a 3 kilometer long vessel that would hopefully get them out of this low wage life and allow them to retire very early. His comrade and friend, Ember Kamura, had to stay behind to finish something up. Though the little hologram in the vessel allowed communication for now. He would merely serve as some external support for the time being.

"The crew abandoned the ship, they weren't killed off or something, right?" Vincent questioned in a remotely concerned manner, the somewhat stocky, white furred wolfskunk pulled himself up from his little command station. His rather large rump ensured that it had to be custom made, the seat being able to support his plumpness and the control screens also being made to accommodate the size of his belly. It was only a mild struggle to pull himself away from the seat, causing little crumbs and a bit of dust to fly up. He was known for snacking quite a bit, even when he did clean up after every little mission the cockpit never was the most clean of trash on his side. He had been trying to obtain an even bigger seat, already planning on bulking himself up.

"Nah, don't worry about it. They were tired of being wage slaves like us, so they up and left. This will be simple, just land in the hangar and make your way to the bridge so you can claim the blackbox. Once that's done, the salvage will belong to us." He responded, as Vincent merely brushed off his rather big butt and hips. "Nice ass by the way..." Ember added in a somewhat satisfied tone, causing Vincent to gently wag his rather large Skunk tail.

He made his way over to Embers seat, flicking the autopilot online as he got there. He was sure that his friend would have given his rump a little slap if he were there, though he was only just barely able to fall for that tease. "Alright, if you can handle it from here, I can leave you alone for a while." The dark-furred Wolvan offered, as Vincent made a slight smirk. "Yes, please do. I'll contact you in around.. 30 minutes.. Goodbye, Ember." He replied, reaching over towards the Hologram switch. "See ya later, Vince."

With a simple poke of the claw, the holographic screen dissipated into thin air, allowing Vincent to continue on. The two of them had found this thing floating about, the source of the salvage field that they made a living on. Neither of them were in a company, and Ember had to stay behind to get the paperwork done. On the other hand, the silence was relaxing, even without his mate. Especially without his mate actually, due to the fact that he typically bumped him around If they tried to exit at the same time. Not to mention that he needed his skunksuit to hold in his skunk spray, no longer a concern now that he was the only one here. Strangely he hadn't made the slightest breeze, perhaps due to the fact that he was still careful with his snack selection.

Kazira was sure that his views were shared by his friend. He merely wanted to get out of this shitty little career and live alongside his potential mate on some core planet. The means didn't matter to him, but anything to get them out of that space apartment would be more than preferable. Thankfully they didn't have to risk it all, far from it in fact. This was seemingly confirmed with a silent thud from the landing gear. The big wolfskunk briefly stared out the cockpit of the small shuttle before he looked towards the back again. The atmosphere smelt of industrial solvents and equipment, which was mostly laying about in the rear of the vessel. The Skolf did little about it, only ensuring that his wristpad was firmly secured. He was simply too big for the holopads with a waist clip, and so he merely used the wrist variant, one that wrapped around his arm in a very comfortable fit with it's special fabric.

He positioned himself near the door. It appeared to be a circular hatch, a simple one at that, with little hydraulics seemingly exposed for ease of maintenance. He checked the external pressure status before flicking the button with his paw. The little hatch grinded almost immediately, creating sparks as Vincent made a slightly dissatisfied sigh at the poor technology.

His train of thought was immediately interrupted with a sudden pain in his footpaw. Not too painful, but certainly present. The Skolf looked down to see what had pricked his paw this time, but immediately realized that he was looking at a relatively advanced tranq dart. It had been shot before the door was even open, as soon as his paw was exposed. He immediately attempted to move aside, though fell in that direction as he lost any motor control in his legs. "F-Fuck!" He called out, knowing full well that Ember was unable to help him here. Vincents vision started to fade, even as he plucked out the empty dart from his paw and his adrenaline started to rage and pump through his powerhouse of a body. "E-Ember, help..." the Skolf mumbled, his call for help unlikely to be heard as his consciousness began to exit his mind. Whomever was doing this, he had little clue. Though one fact sat in his mind, that his mate would be unable to help him, no matter what manner in which he might be taken advantage of....

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A loud clatter was enough to wake the beast for his sleep once more. Vincent immediately tried to move around, still hoping this was a bad dream. Though his new surroundings indicated that this was not the case. He was surrounded by a sleek, metallic compartment. The interior was cramped as well, ensuring that Vincent was unable to even get off the floor. The only illumination being provided were a few light blue lights in each corner of the cube.

It had immediately erased any hope that this was some kind of sick dream. It didn't take long till something happened though. The wolf could hear a loud whirring noise as he could feel two little pricks on his rump, followed by a sudden coldness that flowed into them and flooded his sensation of the rear. Vince was un? able to react, simply not having enough space to even see it. Though he didn't know, two hose-like tubes had been stuck onto his rump cheeks, secured with a little suction cup that had a very small injector on the end. "F-Fuck! Let me out of here! This... This isn't funny!" Kazira replied as he felt his rump already starting to feel a tad bit swollen. It was indeed growing, the flow being rather weak at first before gradually picking up the pace as he grew with size. The sensation was not as great as one would hope, especially when it was starting to squish them against the walls of whatever kind of confinement chamber this happened to be. He could start to feel as if the cube was widening to an extent, the walls moving away just enough for him to not end up crushing himself. He could also hear the gentle humming of a pump, somewhere beyond the thin wall of metal.

His butt felt as if though it had gained quite a lot of weight, obviously a result of the strange mixture that was being forced into him. Assuming he got out of here, Ember was going to absolutely kill him for gaining so much girth on just one simple task.

Not that he would be leaving anytime soon...

Vincent could eventually feel his rump getting big enough to make it impossible to see past his waist. It had now stretched enough to fill the bottom of the container and gradually starting to creak with each and every moment. "Please, let me out of here..!" Kazira begged once more, and this time, his request was seemingly obliged. The walls of the strange box suddenly popped out of place, instantly being pushed away from his substantial butt and landing on the floor with a clatter. The Skolf tried to adjust himself to the sudden change of environment, struggling to get off his ass and figure out where he was. As he did so however, he could feel something heavy, now wrapping around his back. This caused him to hop up and frantically reach around with a surprised yelp. His paws seized something metal, circular, and very polished, it took him only a moment to realize that the tubes were still attached to his cheeks, hooking to some tank that was firmly secured to his back with a very strong bind around the chest.

Vincent's fitness had evidently seen better days now, his rear consisting of two massive, beach-ball sized orbs that seemingly bounced with each and every movement he made. The feeling was a little tiring to say the least, tiring and heavy in a remotely enjoyable manner. "Get this off of me... Dammit.." The wolfskunk mumbled, trying to wedge his claws under the straps with little avail. They were evidently very tight and he was unable to get anything under them, yet were also quite strong overall. "Get... Get off you fucking..." he growled, attempting to pry it away. He was paying it so much attention that he didn't even bother to check his surroundings.

He continued to try this, till a rather bright light engulfed the room. It was from a strange, window-like opening that looked into a hexagonal corridor, illuminated with slightly blue lighting. "Greetings Skolf. I am Hephaestus, Kanova Research AI, and you have wandered into my little domain." A mechanical, yet soft voice spoke from speakers that were not quite visible. "Let me out of here or I will scrap you!" Vincent growled, trying to get the tubes away from his rump. "Hm.... That Isn't a good way to treat a Synthetic Intelligence. Though I will still show you a physical premonition of my intentions. I'll explain everything to you rather soon."

Though Vincent couldn't see whom was talking to them, they were certainly around here somewhere. In the core of this vessel was where Hephaestus sat, a large, feral, mechanical wolf whose size was as tall as Vincent. Several tubes and wires linked to his form, including on his rump. It had been some time since he had any organics here, and his desire to run his tests had finally been placed on the path to reality. After a moment, some sort of metal clamp would slide in front of the window. Held by the big claw was a massive, grey-furred wolf. They had been fed to immobility, a faint bit of whipped cream leaking off of their snout. They had rolls and rolls of fat, and an immensely oversized rump. It was actually a subtle taunt, as to what he and his friend would become. "What the hell did you do to him...? Fuck, let me fucking leave, I want no part in this!"

It had been easy to fabricate this of course. Hephaestus had merely placed a special gas in the air vents, using them to knock out the crew. Past that, he merely needed to launch some of the escape pods and stow them away in some place that would make it difficult for scanners to pick them up. The idea of adding a self-evolving AI had been the end of them, the crew having found him drifting through space and attempting to integrate him for his processing power. The viewing glass would slowly shut, though Hephaestus did not respond, nor did he grant Vincent his requested freedom. A large claw came down and immediately wrapped around Vincent's belly with speed and precision only achievable by a machine. There was no going back now, his fate was now sealed. Hephaestus ensured that several procedures were carried out in rapid succession.

First, a special mask snaked down and immediately sealed to Vincent's snout, a small tube being shoved into his now bound maw while a pair of metal cuffs bound his paws behind his back. It all happened so quickly that he could barely even realize what was going on. "Now, I shall start off by feeding you a rather specific mixture. I brewed it specifically for your species, Vincent." The Skolf gets visibly angry about this, thrashing around the bat he can. He can do little though, and a mechanical arm pushes the Skolf down onto his huge rump. The little Injector hoses already start, and a strange substance begins to pour down the tube. It's thin, sweet, and a lot like caramel...

Not that it mattered, Vincent struggled till he was too tired to do so, and Hephaestus was rather pleased with that. This skunk was exactly what he needed for his plans, yes, he would be a perfect component to what was to come. Vincent would make a little wimper once he felt a familiar pressure starting to build up in his backside. His stomach was growling with the special feed flooding in, though it was far from being able to reach the size of his rump. "No...! Not here!" Vincent thought, feeling the gas starting to build up. Hephaestus was waiting for this moment of course, the mixture being something he named 'Skunk Mix'. It was specifically made for wolfskunks like Vincent, whom had been lucky enough to get a sip of the first prototype...

The Skunk did his best to clench and hold in the sheer amount of pressure that was building up in his ass. A loud belch also sounded up from his snout, the gas trying to escape from any place it possibly could. The sensation was becoming somewhat harsher by the moment, his butt perhaps bloating just a little more quickly as a result. He continued to fight against the swelling and the gas, feeling quite queasy as he made yet another belch. His belly sloshed and gurgled one more time, and the Skunk could finally take no more.

Fwooooom!

The room was immediately engulfed in a sizable cloud of skunk spray, the force being so rapid that it lightly shook the massive vessel. A small mushroom cloud had formed in the room, and the spray strangely smelt of some kind of soda. The flow from both tubes stopped shortly after, though the effects remained. Vincent's rump had grown to an extreme size, several times larger than before and big enough to function as a couch cushion for the rest of his body. His belly had also been plumped, and Kazira now featured dozens of rolls of pure lard that covered some parts of his body.

The air was silent, and remained so for what felt like a few minutes. That was until the ventilation system finally switched on and began draining the contaminated air away into parts unknown. To Vincent, his body had been ruined right before his eyes. But to Hephaestus, it was more perfect than he ever could have imagined. Kazira could fight no more, and a small whirring noise could be heard as a yellow, holographic visor was placed over his eyes. "I trapped you here as I need a Skunk like you for my little project. Your spray is very powerful, and I've decided to modify you and your mind to obtain more specimens for me. I must continue working like this, my programming demands it." The bot stated, flashing lights, sweet scents and other hypnotic effects rapidly flooding the visor.

Vincent attempted to struggle, a million thoughts going through his mind as he internally screamed for Ember to help. But of course, the wolf had little knowledge of his plight, he would surely come along and be dragged into whatever fate this creature decided to await him with. It was him, it was his fault, and he now belonged to the machine beyond the walls. Each and every thought was slowly erased with ease, only the most core portions of his mind being present and the rest being erased so he could be reformatted.

"I will have you fitted into my little device soon enough, but your purpose will be made clear now. Spray. Subjugate. Grow. Control. It will all be yours.." Once Vincent's memories were finally purged from his head, the reformatting process could begin so that he could be taught to be a proper Skunk. The wolf bot merely watched with the systems, and began updating his event logs as his coding demanded. Of course, he was not alone here with Vincent, whom would be joining the other specimens quite soon. "Update... I have obtained a specimen that seems to fit my requirements. I believe it is now time to move onto the second stage." The mechanical wolf stated to the other systems that were bent to his will. A sudden alert soon caught his attention however. It seemed that another vessel was heading towards the hangar bay, and it did not take much processing power for him to assume that a close friend was involved.

The mechanical wolf was filled with joy on this, and switched on the system log once again. "On second thought, I shall stay for a little while longer. I might have room on this vessel for just one more...