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Evolution Eradication

The Ending Orgasms

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Part three of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

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A few days later...

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The white fox saw the Earth, an image before him as real as the day that he had first become aware of his surroundings, of what he was, of who he was. Anthros all across the globe, seeing scene after scene, thrived and prospered.

An office worker smiled and headed out on break.

A surfer, an otter, hopped off his board as he rode his board in to shore.

Another space jet took flight, running patrols around the planet.

Crops grew and spread, tended to by the farmers.

Anthros thrived.

And yet the land suffered.

They may have been living peacefully, just as the old Sandor would have wanted to see them, but there was nothing there that he wanted to see, not anymore.

The white fox reeled, his ears pinned, his mouth agape. A slackness lingered around the line of his jaw, his eyes slightly unfocused.

"No... No!"

They couldn't be down there, not on the planet, no! It was wrong, so wrong! The fox didn't know that he had been brainwashed, only that it was wrong down there! The anthros shouldn't have been there, they all needed to be exterminated! They were destroying the Earth, the planet!

In his pod, he thrust and ground, a tube around his cock that pulsed and rippled, the inside milking him as it added another layer of stimulation to his cock. The fox did not need to know, even then, that the extra tube locked around his cock was so that his seed could be milked and funnelled away, with a light drop of suction, pulled down the tube to one of many containment chambers.

He shook his head and howled, thrusting and grinding, another mechanical dildo under his tail, plugging his backside full as it thrust and thrust and thrust. It thrust harder than he could ever have slammed into anyone with his cock, though the overwhelming need to climax drew ruthlessly through him.

"Noooo, please!" He cried out, eyes open, wide and glassy. "Let me produce more semen! More for the cause! I must eradicate the anthros! Their civilisation should never have existed!"

He thrust and thrust, trying to fill the tube, the pressure around his cock immense. And yet it was not as great as the aching vibrations sinking into his nuts as they were contained in a soft, silicone bag of sorts, though it had been moulded so that it perfectly formed to his balls. It made sure that the sound of the vibrations was dulled, leaving everything to roll into his body, to tease him and, in a way, to please Sandor too.

His body, after all, was just a toy for them to play with. They could take anything they wanted from him, their brainwashed, helpless drone, only there to produce the seed that would eradicate every last one of their species.

And, the more that they all produced, the more semen could be used to eradicate species, re-worked like a vaccine, only, that time, it was to end civilisation as they all had known it.

A progress bar above him moved from red to orange to yellow and then, finally, green. Sandor whined and howled and bellowed, muscles straining, his shoulders pressed back, losing control. The fox finally yowled like a wild creature, like a fox of the times before anthro evolution, as he was permitted to cum. Ropes of semen splattered into the tube as it all streamed away down the thinner tube, funnelling every last drop into the container that was there to give.

Of course, the drugs that the aliens had given him reduced his refractory period, so his cock did not even need to soften when the bliss ended and he whined, seeking out orgasm all over again. Seconds felt like hours as he whimpered and howled, hanging his head as he ached to climax, to give them even more of his semen, to feed the cause, to give all that he had in his body to supply to the aliens.

It was his only purpose there, his only purpose in life.

"Please, please, help me," he begged, though Sandor didn't know who he was addressing, other voices joining his.

The progress bar moved up again - for it was not solely because of one orgasm, no. It had been added to, more and more, as the aliens collected the semen that they needed from him. Of course, they would take even more, just to make good and sure that they had everything they needed to replicate and spread the sterilisation virus, for want of a better word, across the entire planet.

He ground back, lusting for more. He panted, mouth lolling open, though the fox would have liked more of the sweet fluid that they fed him, the nectar that kept him going. He howled, his cock throbbing again and the dildo working furiously within his backside, forcing him to hump back onto it as if it was the only thing left that would ever give him a bare drop of pleasure ever again.

It was funny just how one's mind worked when they had been brainwashed. Little parts of Sandor remained, enough so that the fox would not feel a sense of unease about the turn that his life had taken. Yet the majority of him was strained, broken to producing semen, milked and milked and milked. He didn't even know that he was on the mothership, close to the planet that he had adored and yet so far away that he would never set foot down there ever again.

"Congratulations," the aliens said, in their language and yet the fox and all of the others in their pods understood the words perfectly. "You are the first to complete your contribution. Foxes will be the first anthro species on Earth that will no longer be able to produce offspring."

Sandor gasped, tears in the corners of his eyes. Oh, that was excellent, wonderful, so very wonderful!

"Oh, thank you... Thank you! Thank you ever so much! Thank you for letting me help cleanse the planet!"

Sandor whimpered, smiling, his lips wobbling faintly, so great was his level of gratitude.

"Our existence is a mistake."

That was why he was helping change it, to eradicate all that had come to pass. It should never have been, so he was merely setting things to rights once more, as things should have been from the beginning.

Sometimes, Sandor's words got all jumbled up in his mind, though the fox didn't know or recognise that. He only knew that he had to keep going, had to give his seed, every drop of it. If he had done it once, he could do it again, couldn't he?

"Please... Let me give more... More... I need to give more... Eradicate all anthros... Eradicate all anthros..."

Sandor, however, was not the focus of the aliens for the moment. Carter groaned and bellowed, sounding like a bull who was set to breed another, his thick, meaty length milked and milked and milked. He had a lot to give, spurt after spurt, rolling through one endless orgasm after another.

"Yes... Unnnggghh..." He grunted. "Yes... Give...seed... Give more...semen..."

How unfortunate for those who did not even know that they had been brainwashed, that their minds had been broken beyond all recognition. Thickly creamy cum poured down the tube, so much that it almost stopped up with the deluge pouring down it. There was almost no break at all between Carter's orgasms, need rising, throbbing through.

The bull groaned, licking his lips, needing more. That need was his life, desire throbbing.

Isai had held off for so long, the dog whining and trying not to allow them to brainwash him. And yet...his seed... The need to orgasm... He ached for it, so very desperately, his tail wagging and lifting, the slim, elegant length a blur as he wagged furiously.

"Ohhh... Please..." Isai moaned. "Let me serve... Please... Let me eradicate canines..."

He howled, head tipped back, his progress bar too moving to fully filled as he spent a longer, thinner stream of cum down the tube. The pulsing ripples around his cock pulled at his cock, massaging his length, and yet one drop of pleasure melded into another, leaving no distinction between sensations. He didn't even know what was making him cum, whether it was the e-stim against his prostate, sinking into his backdoor entrance, or the milking tube around his cock or the e-stim joining his balls. It should have been too much, all at once, though Isai didn't have the mental capacity to care.

All that remained was pleasure. It soaked into him like liquid joy, as if the dog had swallowed down far, far too much booze. And yet Isai threw himself into it as he howled through his final ejaculation to complete the eradication of his species. More and more cum was drawn from his nuts as he spilt it out, filling the tube, the container already at the brim, sloshing and spilling about, though not a drop leaked over the edge. It was sealed tightly, a cap on the container, though every anthro there had surpassed even the aliens' expectations for just how much cum they could produce.

Yet they burned with desire as they all, one by one, roared and ached to hurry up and exterminate their kind, every anthro, regardless of who they were and the lives that they had led. The driving, pounding need of ending their species curled deeply into them, wrapping around their cores, changing even the function of their organs. They didn't need a liver to be working at full function, after all, when the aliens would supply them with everything that they needed.

Bytter directly faced the cherry bay stallion, Jack, thrusting and grinding, his eyes fixed on the stud. He still hungered for him and he spent his seed as the final one to fill the container, his progress bar in the green and full, every fate sealed.

"Yes... Yesssss," Bytter hissed, the wolf's tail wagging furious, euphoria washing through him. "Yes... No more... No more wolves... No more... No more..."

Of course, there had been Jace too, as a wolf, but Bytter wasn't seeing him, not right then and there. He humped and thrust, his mind blank with brainwashing, snarling and snapping. And yet he wasn't fighting anymore, not after that moment that his chastity device had fallen off, having given the code to release it. No... All Bytter wanted was to cum again and again.

And yet it was Jack that he focused on, though it helped some that the deep, black of Bevan was right there next to him. The stallions were the apple of his eye before and then, for the aliens had not seen any need at all to wipe that from his mind. He could focus on them, using their glistening, chiselled, muscular bodies to fuel his orgasm, perhaps even more so than the machinery and mechanical toys pummelling him.

He could have been fucked with the thickest, longest mechanical tentacle that the aliens had and it still would not have been enough for the wolf, perhaps the most depraved of them all. Bytter growled lustfully, lips pulling and rippling along the lines of his teeth, need coursing through.

His thick, beautiful knot swelled inside the tube around his cock, though it was easier still for the device to lock down behind his knot, keeping it in place. The aliens appreciated that, however, Bytter would never know, no. His knot remained engorged, thick and fat, bulging into the fleshlight-like device, though it pulled and sucked at him, his flesh rippling inside. Yet Bytter only longed for Jack's cherry bay coat and tipped forward, growling, whimpering, grunting... Wishing all the while that it was the stallion's cock spreading the tight pucker of his tail hole and not the mechanical beast of the dildo ramming into him, again and again.

"Unff... Yes... Eradicate... Eradicate..."

Bytter howled, his voice devolving. He should never have really had a voice anyway, not as his species had evolved. Yes, yes, yes, it was a mistake, it had always been a mistake, they should never have been there. Their existence was wrong, they should have never existed, no, no, no...

The wolf arched his back and trembled as he spent his seed, glutes and quadriceps tense, even the muscles of his abs standing out as he contracted them hard. That was a difficult thing indeed to be seen through his fur at the best of times and yet the wolf tensed, his body aching deeply, though in a good way. As long as he was cumming and as long as he was supplying his seed to eradicate every anthro on Earth, everything was just the way that Bytter wanted it to be.

He would have been horrified if he had his old mental capacities left. But it was better for Bytter that way, fading into oblivion with his mind twisted and warped. He was left with his sexual desire, the need to have the stallions fuck him, to be down on his knees, drinking down their cum and having them deliver their seed into his tight backside too.

Of course, he didn't consider that they also needed to supply their seed to the aliens. That wasn't important, not to him, only that he gave every drop of his seed, that he fulfilled his purpose in eradication.

"Eradication..." Bytter heaved, hanging his head heavily, taking great, deep gulps of air as he recovered himself. "It... Eradication...is...the only way."

His cock stayed hard, throbbing desperately, his flesh strained and pink. Yet that was merely the effect of the tube, how it sucked his cum from it too, all the way down into the container for his seed. His light was green, every drop given to the aliens in just the way that they needed, every anthro there having given up and given in.

Yet the wolf's eyes remained on Jack and Bevan, the stallions aching and moaning, still begging to cum, still begging to spend their cream. All in service, for there was nothing more for them, their minds fading, slipping away. There was no sense of intelligence in the stallion's eyes as there had been before, shining and glassy, unknowing of anything besides the driving, throbbing need to cum, to serve, over and over again. He was mindless, seeing only servitude as the way forward, his cock obviously pulsing, the head thickly and widely flared within the device that milked him of his seed.

It must have been strange indeed for the stallions to take something up under their tails, Bytter thought dreamily, losing himself in the moment. There was nothing else for him. He was eradicating the anthros. And yet his lustful enjoyment of the stallions still remained at the forefront of his mind, tongue pinkly and wetly lolling out as the grey wolf openly drooled.

He couldn't hold a candle to their muscle, their might, not as he groaned and slipped down, more and more and more. Fading, his mind slowly dimmed to black with a thin trickle of cum still drooling into the tube.

As it was for all of them. Sandor had gone first, of course, head lolling forward, eyes dark and unseeing, their minds fading to black, like computers that had been turned off, shut down for the night.

And then...light again. The return of some brain function, even if the underlying messages, the meaning of needing to eradicate the anthros, remained, ready to be awakened at a moment's notice. The lust and the sexual desire, the need to cum...well...the aliens left that alone for them.

A fun little surprise as they all returned to something akin to their normal level of consciousness.

Sandor groaned, his muscles aching, his neck sore, so very sore. He was the first to come around as he swayed his tail lightly, licking his lips, though his mouth was hot and fuzzy, as if he had eaten something that had left a funny aftertaste in there.

"Unff... Errrr..."

The fox grimaced and straightened up slowly, blinking as his surroundings came back into view, taking in the room, all of his teammates, how their cocks were trapped. As he watched, horror sinking into him, cold and snarling in the back of his mind, a dull roar, the machines retreated from their bodies, their cocks left free once more.

It felt strange, oddly so, to have his backside empty after so long, memories coming back, one by one, though they were not in chronological order at all. Bits and bobs came back to him.

Just how his cock had throbbed when he had shot the final load of cum to fill up his progress bar.

How Jace had thrashed and howled.

Being the first to reveal his code and let his teammates down.

The insatiable desire to cum, more and more.

"Unff..."

They knew what had happened, blinking and hanging their heads, tears gathering in the eyes of some. They had not only failed, they had contributed hugely, significantly, to the destruction of every anthro on the planet.

No more would they procreate, if the aliens had their way. They had already put out the basic workings of the anti-procreation shield around the entire planet, which had greatly hampered semen production in males, though their semen being used to eradicate every anthro... That was something else entirely. That was something even bigger, something that could never again be turned back.

It was not as if they could go anywhere, anyway, the pods holding all of their limbs fast, locked in place, though they were a little fainter than they had been, not glowing quite as brightly. Maybe the energy source sustaining them on the mothership had been depleted - yet it was hardly something that they needed to concern themselves with.

Bytter shook his head, licking his lips, though his mouth was dry, too dry for any real manner of comfort. He groaned, tipping his head back and trying to work the soreness from the back of his neck and upper back. Why was everything so sore? He ached like he had been in intensive training...for weeks.

It came back to all of them, the horror, the humiliation, the terror of knowing that they were the cause. Yet it was not on them to do anything about it.

Anthro civilisation was going to end. And they had helped the aliens, even against their will. The anti-procreation shield, with all that the aliens had taken from them to create their own formulas, would remain in effect, sterilising all anthros as they were wiped from the planet, one by one. It would just be rendered one-hundred-percent effective, which was just the way the aliens wanted it. Without their semen, the aliens could not do it.

Sandor, however, grunted and twitched, pushing away the unrest, the discomfort of holding that weight and guilt in his stomach. Something wasn't right, even after all that, twisting back and forth lightly, licking his lips, trying to work out just what was going on.

"Unff... You..."

Bytter cocked his head at him.

"Sandor... Are you okay?"

It was as if the wolf was afraid to ask the question, which was more than fair enough, considering all that they had been through. Sandor groaned, his jaw hanging slackly and his tongue lolling nearly all the way out, all strength suddenly seeming to pour from his body.

He was a vessel, just an empty vessel, his brain fuzzy and fading, panting heavily while his body strained to merely perform its usual functions.

"Unff... Unnngghhh..."

There was too much information, processing, too much going on in his brain. Numbers and code and calculations, image processing... Just like what would have gone on in a computer!

"Mm...nnggghhh...nnnggghhh...mmmm..."

He tried to talk but all he could do was mumble, his face hot, burning, searing from the inside out as if he was going to burn through the fur on his muzzle too. His small, fine whiskers quivered, what others didn't always notice on a fox's muzzle but were imperative to his kind, prior to evolution, when they needed to squeeze through small spaces. As an anthro, Sandor would have used his hands to feel gaps, having evolved.

Yet the aliens had no use for that - and neither did they have any use for any of them as the mere animals of their species either. He panted heavily, trying to release at least a little of the heat from his body, but there was too much information, one thing after the other racing through his brain, processing it.

And his body was helpless, doing no more than trying to keep everything working, the flow of his blood and the pump of his heart, even his stomach gurgling faintly with emptiness after so long in the pod. None of them could have known what was happening, of course, not as their brains went off-line and the aliens turned them into little more than bio-computers: data processing units to tackle the redundant data that remained after they were done utilising them for their semen.

Undoubtedly, for a time, the anthros would be useful in processing the data from the changing landscape of the Earth below them, as long as feeds were supplied back to the bio-computers.

Sandor whined, snatching words from a mind that no longer had space for them.

"You... You tricked us! All of us! You lied to us!"

And yet the fox's rage was misplaced, searching for anyone to blame, something that he could place fault on, anything. For it had been the anthros, in the end, who had flown right into the aliens' trap without even considering that their chastity locks could be removed, that they were not the failsafe that they had all, so blindly, believed that they were.

The words that slipped from his lips, however, were not the fox's, speaking in an alien language that he had heard before, from their accosters, yet did not understand a word from. He didn't need to.

They had failed, all of them. Data processing units, semen dispensers: no more than that.

Bytter and Bevan fought the hardest to retain their minds, fearing the words, that they would never again be able to think, not while numbers and code ran through their brains. The barest shred of who they were was more important to cling onto than anything else and they snarled and neighed for that, the stallion even trying to kick and stomp within his pod. Oh, but it was a long-lost scrap of defiance that, truly, had no place there at all, no. The aliens would not stand for that and the bulk of the data streamed through Bevan, processed and filed, for that was the only use that the aliens would have for them.

The anthros, after all, should never have existed. So, why should they not be useful to a greater power, a higher power, after all that.

It was all for the greater good - of the galaxy and beyond, that was.

They knew no more, minds blank with information, things that they would barely recognise or remember when they blinked back to reality. And their new reality was filled with lust, desire that had been leftover from their time in the pods.

No one, after all, had ever expected to be released from the pods. Stars on fire - they had expected to die in the pods, from the very moment that they had woken up in there. But they had come around on the floor of the circular room, the pods open on the walls about them, as if to remind them all that they could be stuffed back in there at any time.

Yet the anthros were not free, oh no. The mothership was large but there were many rooms and corridors that were closed off to them, the anthros under constant surveillance. It was good to move and yet Sandor flinched from taking such simple pleasures for himself, constantly at war with himself over what he had done.

He had been the first. The first to give his code, to give in, to submit to supplying the first string of his semen to eradicate all foxes. He would have to live with that for the rest of his life, depending on how long he lasted.

They had a view from a long hallway connecting a canteen (food was generated with replicators, but it was good enough and nutritional for their needs) and a bathroom, of the Earth below them. Everything could have been normal down there, for all they knew, the continents green and cloud swirling across the planet, hugging the atmosphere. From up there, so far away, Sandor was struck by the absurd notion that the clouds themselves could drift away into space, that there could be a terrible natural disaster down there that spread over the entire planet. If that happened - then and only then would they not be responsible for orgasm and, ultimately, ending an entire civilisation.

Well, a fox could dream.

They couldn't always see the planet, however, for the mothership had been set to orbit the moon. So, sometimes, they could pretend that they had not betrayed and failed an entire planet, that they could take what they needed to, just to survive up there. Even if no one had any hope, as time went on, of reversing what had already been done.

It just wasn't possible.

The lust, mind-altering substances that forced their sexual needs to extreme levels, persisted, however, even as they tried to ignore it. Well, some tried to ignore it more than others. Sandor was not demoted - he just wasn't given a position. So, a sense of order was established by the aliens by putting Bytter and Jack as managers of their limited life up there, looking down on all that they had destroyed.

Bytter threw himself into lust, distracting himself. He did little to keep order, for there was no order to be kept when they had no avenue at all of escape, but he did get down on his knees at long last. Up there, the anthros only had each other and he finally sucked down Jack's cock as the stallion thrust hard, his tail flagging as he already spent a load of cum straight down the wolf's eager throat.

"Unff... Ungghh..."

"Fuck, Bytter..." Jack spat out, though the stallion's nostrils flared and the long, silky hairs of his tail still swept ardently against the backs of his legs, need flowing through. "I never though...mmmph...I'd be doing this with you..."

But what did any of them care about that? They had tried satisfying themselves alone but not even the showers were private, a communal affair, and the bedroom they had been allocated was set up like a large dorm room for all of them. The aliens didn't need to allow them anything more than that.

So, as lust had built and spending his cream in whatever private corner he'd been able to find hadn't satisfied Jack, the stallion had turned to the one most willing to suck down his cock.

Bytter.

The wolf did not care who saw him, kneeling on the hard, metal floor, his knees aching fiercely. Finally, even in the most terrifying of circumstances, he had what he craved. He grabbed the stallion's buttocks, dragging him to him, not willing, yet, to relinquish that beautiful, mottled cock from his muzzle, cradling the thick, flared head on his tongue. Oh, he could lose himself in that cock, spending day and night adoring it, sweeping his tongue around the medial ring and drinking in the rich aroma of stallion musk, so oaky and earthy. He had never thought that Jack would smell quite like that, up close, but Bytter got to savour every moment as he took down a second load of slick stallion spunk into his throat and belly.

Everyone there fucked, regardless of their orientation. It was just sex, just a way to make good on their need, in some small manner. It didn't even help that much, though it became their norm, to find one or the other of them bent over in the canteen, fucking on the tables, or multiples having sex in the dorm-style bedroom at any time of day or night. Day and night didn't have much meaning, anyway, for them anymore, so they made the most of all that they did care for.

Sandor snarled, the fox trying to take back some power for himself, even if that was impossible. He ground deep into Lukas' backside as the stag leaned over the back of a sofa in the recreation area that they had been allowed to use, though the aliens seemed to have forgotten to add any recreation items to it, bar the seating and a window that looked out from the spaceship. It was just one more reason why all of them had turned to sex, to having their needs met, to looking for that desperate high of orgasm, again and again. It was the only thing left for any of them to chase.

Of course, they still had to complete their data processing daily and that was where Bytter and Jack came in. If the others were too wrapped up in sex and each other to focus on the processing, sometimes freezing in the middle of sex for the program to force itself through them, they were there to ensure that they were sat down, that they completed their duties. It was what they all had to do, after all, so it was better that they were safe doing it too, of course. No one wanted a fall to happen or any kind of accident, considering that there was no medical bay up there that they had access to.

Presumably, the aliens would treat them if they were injured or sick, merely so that they could continue processing data as the Earth crumbled - at least the anthro populations - below them. But they did not and would not know, not until things changed.

Sandor thrust and thrust and thrust, grabbing Lukas' rack of antlers and yanking his head back with both hands as the stag bellowed. His tail flagged up, showing the white underside, as they both climaxed together, sending out spurt after spurt of their thick semen, even if they no longer needed to supply their cum in service of the aliens. Maybe then it was an act of worship to orgasm and show the aliens just how far and how easily the anthros had fallen.

Maybe.

Bytter had the best of it, of course, a wolf in his element, though Jace struggled more. He caught Jace watching him from the sofa while he lay on his back on the floor of the rec room, his legs kicked in the air for Bevan to plough into him. The black stallion was all gleaming muscle and power, snorting heavily, dominatingly, as he took him with long, desperate strokes.

"Mmph, oh..." Bytter moaned, the wolf's head spinning, his hard cock bouncing off his lower abdomen. "Yes, fuck! Harder!"

He snapped his demand and it was something that Bevan was only too happy to give him. The black stallion tipped forward a little more, grabbing the wolf's legs and spreading them wide, so that he had a clear route to his tail hole. Every inch rammed up in there, the sheath softening back with every stroke, just so Bevan could get that last little bit of dick right up where it belonged. There was nothing like the stretch and spread that a horse's cock provided, even though there was a part of Bytter too that wished that he had been able to get his heart's desire under different circumstances. Who knew what could have been possible if they had never even gone on the mission?

They'd never know.

So he got to lie on his back and howl as he released jet after jet of cum across his belly, lustfully streaking his fur in such a carnal display that Bytter, truly, should have been ashamed of producing that much. Their semen production had still remained high after their time in the pods, which was not entirely a bad thing. With how often they were all having sex, to relieve the burning need within them, it wouldn't have been good at all to have dry orgasms. They wouldn't have satisfied them at all.

Bevan pinned his ears, grunting and thrusting, eyes narrowed. If he focused on every stroke of his cock disappearing into Bytter's tail hole, the wolf's soft tail sweeping back and forth against his thighs, he could forget about everything. That was why he was really having sex: for the escapism. That wasn't something, of course, that anyone would have advocated, but Bytter was just so tight around him that it was too intoxicating and inviting to ram his cock inside, cumming again and again.

One orgasm was never enough, undoubtedly, and the stallion thrust for his second in that session, his lips quivering and nostrils shuddering as a whinny threatened to rip itself from him. Yet he held on, thrust after thrust, his flare thick and throbbing with the desire to cum. Whenever his dick was out, the flare was engorged. That had never before been the case for Bevan but times had changed and there was little else that he could do there, thrusting, grinding, moaning long and low as he trembled on the precipice of orgasm.

It was partly their time in the pods that had made them long for sex and climax as much as they did. For being denied that release - even if it was through the chastity devices - for as long as they had been meant that they never again wanted to edge, never again wanted to not have that release, that high that made everything worth it. For it had been worth it, to their bodies, to give the codes and let everything change, the nuances of their lives as they had known them devolving into depravity in the blink of an eye.

He thrust and thrust and the wolf howled right along with him as he juddered all the way up to Bytter's backside, flagging his tail proudly as he, once again, unloaded inside the wolf. The wolf had to have been a mess of cum by that point, every drop flowing deep, his tail hole sloppy from so much sex. Of course, their bodies recovered swiftly and it was not as if a gape, however alluring, was going to be anything more than temporary. He leaned over the wolf and exhaled heavily, his cock throbbing in the wolf's tightness. Even then, Bytter clenched around him, as if the wolf was trying to strip out every last iota of pleasure that he could.

They all did the same.

So, the rampant sex continued, swapping pairings, Bytter often fucked from both ends, in the muzzle and his tail hole, by the stallions at the same time. Sandor submitted to Shamar, the tiger snarling and yowling as he ploughed him in missionary on the bed that the fox had claimed for his own. Carter, the bull, took Bytter's tail hole, testing out what the stallions seemed to have become enamoured with. Bytter went around everyone, sometimes topping, sometimes bottoming, though he was more interested in getting big, meaty cocks rammed into him than being a top. There was some pleasure to be had in it too, however, even if his personal inclinations differed.

Jace came around, slowly. He had held back for so long, masturbating while watching them - it just became the thing that he did. He worked his cock and jerked off more than any of them, though no one paid him any mind. It was not up to any of them, after all, to force the wolf to do anything at all that he didn't want to do. They had already been forced more than enough.

In the end, however, Jace had come around and sucked off Isai, the silver Labrador whining plaintively as he unloaded down the wolf's throat. Jace closed his eyes and drank it down, jerking off his dick with a "fwap" noise, his hand sliding urgently against his turgid length. When the knot bulged, fat and begging attention, he squeezed it between his fingers and thumb, spending his seed over the floor, wasted where it was not wanted.

No one didn't partake in the sexual activities going on. Sometimes they swapped partners, but everyone ended up having their favourites. The biggest, strongest males were Bytter's favourites but the horses would always come out top for him, regardless of how many days passed. Somehow, the bodily fluids spilt were always cleaned up after a session, the cleaning robots going around to take care of the worst of it, but it was always sterilised by the morning, after they had slept. Similarly, there was a period during the day where no one went into the dorm-style bedroom - not because they didn't want to go in there but there was something in their brains that didn't allow them to.

It was a distraction - and they all needed a distraction. For they were forced to watch species being wiped out. Even though that had managed to continue procreating with the anti-procreation shield hampering their efforts... Well, all that had gone to waste.

First, there was no more procreation, the world sterilised. Anthros could mate as much as they liked and they got nowhere.

One by one, they passed away. So simple, so quiet. Some went of old age, others of natural causes, some of accidents and injuries. Without a future ahead of them, seeing no new generations to continue after them, surprising things went to ruin - like the economic system. Cities crumbled, anthros ran wild.

What was the point in anything, after all, if nothing was ever going to change? If there was no future, they all had nothing to live for themselves, no longer needing to work for a system that had not served them all that well otherwise.

Sandor tried to focus on how the world flourished, forests replenished, years after years passing. It was good that the planetary recovery was sped up, though the foxes were the first to be eradicated. As was right.

And it was his doing.

He knew it was his doing even as he huffed and panted under Carter, the bull slamming in ruthlessly, his muscled brawn knowing, by then, exactly the kind of strong, dominating thrusts that the fox enjoyed. Sandor needed it, as if every driving stroke cleansed him, panting and heaving, rounding his shoulders forward as he tipped his head down on all fours, relishing release.

They'd process data, for the aliens, later. Until then, he could forget his troubles and relax as his tail hole was spread wide under the might of a big dick.

*

15,374 years later...

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Hooves clip-clopped lightly across the floor, bare and cloven. She reached up her hand and entered the Specimen Room, marked accordingly, though she was still surprised to enter into a circular room when she came across them.

"Oh..."

Every teammate, from that time, were in pods, on the walls, which appeared dormant. And yet they were still alive, of course, kept so for many, many years. They remained as living proof that the aliens had conquered a planet, once, and retained the male specimens that had led to the downfall of that very planet. After enough semen samples were gained, at that time, they had become nothing more than objects for the aliens to play with as they pleased.

They didn't serve any other purpose, after all.

After fifteen-thousand-three-hundred-and-seventy-four years, it was a day of celebration in the calendar, all players awakened as the screens of their pods slid back to allow access to them. All anthros moaned and bucked and twisted, roaring with orgasm.

A fox.

A horse.

A bull.

And more. Their species was not important to the aliens, only that they were there, that they could, once again, spend their seed in celebration of their alien conquering. The white fox snarled and growled, his tail wagging as the fine, soft hairs brushed back against the rear side of the pod, his limbs encased. Somehow, after so long, he had still retained his muscle and powerful physique. The aliens, however, saw that as a small feature of their tech, something that would not cause them to even break a sweat when it came to retaining their captured victims in exactly the way that they wanted to.

Their sperm, however, had no eggs to seek out. There was no procreation, not for the anthros, not any more. Every orgasm that they delivered to the aliens congratulated the aliens on their conquest of Earth.

Snarls and howls and bleats and neighs all bounced off one another in the circular chamber, the pods set a couple of metres off the ground. It was not as if their occupants, after all, would ever need to come down again. The aliens cared for the base needs of their bodies, worshipping the aliens, again and again.

"All anthros eradicated," they bellowed with what breath they had between climaxes, words slurring and running over one another. "All anthros eradicated. Rectify the mistake. Rectify the mistake."

Their orgasms were their worship. Giving the aliens all that they had never done before. There was nothing there for them, besides praising and worshipping the aliens, their brains re-written so that they no longer knew of any inhibitions that would have prevented them from doing so. They didn't have a past and they didn't have a future.

All they knew was...

"Our evolution was an accident. Our existence was a mistake."

The hooves shifted again, the doe-taur walking into the centre of the room, her lips pressed into a soft line. Her eyes were fixed on the fox, his orgasm, his ejaculation, watching him intently as if she was seeing him for the first time. Yet, it was not the first time that the deer-taur had seen him.

Things had changed. But she could still watch him moan and praise the aliens that had broken him.