FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Author's Note: Hai, this is my first time writing a story outside of an English lesson so please bare with me if I am a bit rubbish. I am hoping to spend as much of my free time as possible writing this although I have a feeling there will be some procrastination on my end which may mean slightly irregular posts in the future. Note from the future: Procrastination has made it so that I have stopped releasing parts, although I am still working very slowly on the new version of this story.

I decided to base the story on slavery, humans controlling anthros, etc. while trying to stay away from tonnes of sex as firstly, there aren't actually many stories out there based on slavery which don't involve sex of some kind. Secondly, because this idea has the potential for some different stories based on the major time periods of this idea and thirdly, I've not tried writing any grapic sex and although we can all agree that we do enjoy it most of the time, a whole story based on sex usually subtracts from the actual storyline and getting anything that isn't related to sex done. Therefore I may include some references and maybe a few experimental chapters, but I will try to keep the story as clean as possible.

Also if you think the intro is a bit cliche, you'll have to deal with it, the story starts developing more on the characters somewhat further on so dont immediately stop reading because you are mislead by the intro.

I hope you are all happy and enjoy what I am writing enough for me to continue, and also feel free to comment below about wishes for further plot developments as I haven't really thought about the story much further from where I have gotten right now in this part of the story.

So without further ado, let us begin :3 -

The 'Sanctuary'. It had a well-given name if you just looked at it from the right perspective. Most people would immediately associate a sanctuary with hope, happiness and safety, but here it was more like a sanctuary for death, darkness and despair.

It is the year 2514 a.d, twenty years after the assault which brought the Reklan, an anthropomorphic life-form, down from their god-like position as observers of the planet before them to being slaves of the human race.

They had originated in the UK, how it happened nobody knows, quickly using their greater intellect and physical attributes to take control of the government. Under their guidance the UK had flourished, their economies having the strength of all the other nations combined. Poverty was non-existent, the need for physical labour was practically halved and there were over twenty government-/private-funded research projects ranging from simple household applications to new technology for the BASI (British Academic Space Initiative), a space program aiming to expand above and beyond to set up colonies on the moon and eventually other planets in the solar system.

After half a year the citizens of the UK were presented with a choice - Take the chance to become a permanent Reklan through a painless injection or leave the county to live elsewhere. Of course some people protested about this being unfair as the choice was rather manipulatory, either to turn yourself into an alien race you only heard about 6 months ago or be forced out of your homes.

However, eventually people did realise that if they changed they could live a practically laborless and care-free life compared to the unforgiveness of life before the takeover happened, and nearly all of the population of Britain decided to turn into the anthro race with the results being immediately noticeable.

Crime rates were zeroed, the technology curve spiked and people could live a carefree life doing whatever they wanted to do. In 200 years the Reklan had out-teched the rest of the world and literally played overlord for the Humans' petty conflicts, helping to sort out fights diplomatically but never involving physical action.

A base on the moon was established and a giant coastal wall was built to protect Britain in the case of someone getting a bit 'jealous' of them. The UK was completely carbon neutral and actually helping to balance out the pollution the other nations were still making and metal and fuel resources were still abundant where the other nations had ran out of them hundreds of years before.

The British citizens were experiencing life as never experienced before with genetic perfection eliminating all possibility of disease and increasing the life expectancy to 500 years of age, with the only reason not to go higher being the fact that new people actually needed to be born to introduce the next generation of experimental youth, the source of many new technological breakthroughs.

Life was perfect although this was starting to draw the jealousy of other nations. In the beginning few select countries were offered the opportunity to become anthros themselves but the aptly declined stating that they 'knew' that the new race was going to fail with the only reason people accepted the statement being the xenophobic attitude of the humans.

Ever since the rising success of the Reklan however, the humans had been furious. They first tried to bottle up their anger, which worked for a few decades, but the humans' warmongering nature got hold of them again. They started to take it out on each other through the medium of the endless wars they had between them for the last remaining resources on the planet, with the Reklan just observing from their homes in the UK, occasionally putting in a few comments to try and calm the humans down and stop the inevitable hail of nukes which would happen if they weren't quick enough to stop it.

However, eventually the humans did stop their wars with each other and started to focus on the Reklan. Apparently the Reklan were the cause of all their wars, the Reklans' 'mind manipulating powers' tricking them into warring against each other .They also were tricking people into thinking that the Reklan had all powerful technology, when really they had nothing, and were even further behind in technology than the humans were, with the moon base that was visible from the Earth being just a 'projection' from the Earth's surface (how they came up with that idea nobody knows).

The humans started to make their plans for war - training up troops, making weapons and sending in spies to scout out the defences. Meanwhile the Reklan just sat unaffected by the troubles outside their borders. Eventually, after hundreds of years of planning and hesitation, the humans finally decided to attack. Their tactic was simple. Using sheer numbers, they were to simply batter down or climb over the walls and destroy everything inside.

The conflicts were announced by the launch of nuclear missiles all over the planet, all of them pointed directly at the UK. If the Reklan really were as uncivilized as they were thought to be then that would have been the end of them. However their orbital point defence system and country-wide shield made short work of the little stones that the other countries were firing at them out of their homemade slingshots.

Now, after this the Reklan could have simply decided to eliminate all the other countries with their stash of orbital defences but instead, they opted for a non-aggressive tactic, deciding that they should just wait out the attacks until the aggressors gave up, realising that the Reklan really don't mean any harm to the humans. Unfortunately, this was the Reklan's downfall.

The next wave was about to kick off, line upon line of cattle charging into the slaughterhouses which were the Reklan's coastal defences. Millions upon millions of humans were thrown at the walls on all sides of the country, bouncing off the shields and getting shot down in seconds. Some were equipped with plasma rifles, but most only had ancient mechanical machine guns and rifles and there were many without a gun at all, going in with only a sword or knife to their name. The humans were getting mowed down one-by-one, the defenders not caring for age or gender, just the fact of keeping their country safe. It was going well for the Reklan, but the numbers were starting to become overwhelming, the amounts of people being thrown upon the walls bordering on billions.

It all collapsed when one of the human spies somehow managed to get into the inner systems of the wall and disabled one of the shield segments. This enabled the surges of humans to get up to and climb up the wall. Support was called in but the humans, realising one of the segments had fallen quickly started barraging the wall with artillery fire, quickly blowing it to pieces and enabling the soldiers to come flooding through.

This attack was swiftly followed by the disabling of eleven more shields at various points along the coastal wall, enabling more people to swarm into the UK. Although the Reklan military was well-equipped and highly trained, they were small in number and slowly fell to the onslaught of humans who came endlessly flooding through the holes in the wall and eventually the Reklan realised their mistake.

Peace came when the Reklan realised that they wouldn't be able to hold off the humans any longer and gave in to their demands. The humans immediately flooded in and looted everything, but not before the Reklan self-destructed all their advanced technology so that the humans couldn't get to it.

The humans demanded that all Reklan become slaves to the humans, manipulating the subordinate side of the Reklan psychology and the Reklan, realising that there wasn't really any room to compromise with a race that would rather have them dead, gave into their demands. Thus was the fall of the Reklan and the rise of humanity being the world's dominant race again.

That was the story he'd been taught by his mother ever since he was a kit, and now he was about to experience what it would have been like had he been a Reklan who had been forced into slavery. His mother was alive when the battle happened and was forced into slavery herself along with her husband. They were kept as slaves together and eventually after large amounts of begging and service were they allowed by their owner to have a child. That child was sitting here right now.

Although the owner allowed them to have a child, he didn't want to keep it. He let them raise the kit to sixteen years of age, teaching him all they knew of the world before taking him away to be sold off as a slave himself.

Now the Sanctuary was his home. It was a bleak, carbon-bulked metal box (pure metal having ran out long ago) centered in the middle of North America. It used to be the home for dangerous criminals along with the mental and racial 'inferiors' in the world. At the end of the war it was greatly expanded to hold the special inferiors as well and was used to hold all the Reklan who weren't sold off straight after the war. Once you were in the Sanctuary there were only two ways to get out, maybe a third if you were very, very lucky.

The first was obvious. Death. This was probably the most common for any human convicts that were housed here. Death could come upon you via many ways. You could be killed immediately as soon as you entered the compound, via gas chambers or by shooting. That was the most common way for any unuseful 'inferiors' such as the very young or old, or the sick. Another way to die was via the executions. Every so often a random selection of both convicts and 'inferiors' would be rounded up to be executed. The executions were hosted live on prime-time TV with a variety of methods to choose from. There were electrocutions, beheadings, torturings and even burnings at the stake. The third way of death was a peaceful death, although that never really happened as the executioners usually picked out all the old ones before they died of a natural cause. Humans were really good at this whole 'cause as much pain as you can to people you don't like' lark.

The second way to get out is through being sold off as a slave. This was only a valid method for the 'inferiors' to leave. Many of the Reklan were sold of as heavy labourers or as house servants, with a few other races mixed in alongside them. Although other humans were sold, the Reklan were still the main source of slaves and more were being bred each day to produce more slaves for the eager masses.

And finally comes escape. It has been tried many times, failed many times and if it ever did succeed, it was quickly covered up by the institution responsible for the Reklan slaves' containment. It was entirely possible to make a quick run for it, but nearly impossible to get at least a hundred meters before being spotted and shot, and unimaginable to get past the ten kilometers of completely flat desert surrounding the complex, regularly patrolled by groups of soldiers.

He began tracing the bleak, metal walls of the cell with his finger, creating his mark which would eventually be caked over with dust again for another unfortunate soul to draw upon it again. The room was 3x4 metres in length, a paper-thin mattress adorning one corner of the room with a hole in the floor for waste in another. Positioned next to the 'bed' were two bowls, one for food, one for water which were remotely dispensed from metal pipes sticking out of the walls.

The day went by slowly, the only time you get let out of the cell being the one hour period of time where you are placed outside in the yard with a few others so you can run about and stretch your legs. The humans kept down the size of the groups, only letting out a few at a time and always having a guard of at least four heavily armed humans. The Reklan could probably overwhelm the guards and try to escape but they would never make it out of the compound alive, to one of the all-Reklan communities that everyone fantasised about.

He was woken up from his daydreams by a loud knock on the door, followed by a harsh shout of "Wake up!" coming from outside the cell. He quickly scrambled up to his feet and stood to attention, ready for the door that came swinging inwards that had caused the damage of many limbs in the past.

As usual he was confronted by a guard at the doorway, staring at him with the guards' default frown plastered over his face. There were two more guards behind the one at the door, both staring with the same expression as the first.

"Come" stated the guard at the door, obviously not in the mood for wasting time on speech, an attitude the Reklan had encountered regularly in his time in the Sanctuary.

He walked forward and initiated the same procedure that happened whenever a Reklan was taken out or their cell. The guard pulled out a set of metal cuffs and clasped them tightly onto the hands of the Reklan who had moved them behind his back. He was then led along the hallway in an eerie silence.

Yard time was usually later in the day than this, the Reklan thought. Either this isn't yard time or I'm going insane, probably the latter after being trapped in this place for two months. His speculations were corrected as they took a turn away from the normal route to the yard. They definitely weren't going to the yard, so where are they taking him? The young Reklan decided to voice his concerns,

"Where are we-"

His voice was cut short by a quick puch to the muzzle, eliciting a sharp yelp from the victim. However the yelp was not followed up by any remarks of 'stupid mutt' or 'wimpy bitch', but was instead returned with complete silence. This definitely wasn't the normal trip to the yard.

After a few turns down the stark metal corridors they entered a lobby-like area filled with humans and Reklan alike, the latter being escorted by guards. There was a circular desk in the center of the room where secretaries rapidly typed words into computers and talked on phones to people in different sections of the building. Men and women dressed in lab coats wandered around the place, hurrying to their desired destination while guards marched with purpose towards their assigned duties. He only had a brief time to observe before he was led down the path labelled 'Medical Ward'. This triggered all kinds of responses in the Reklan's mind, although the main one was fear.

As he was led down the wide, straight corridoor he was directed into a medium-sized room and sealed in there by himself. The room was all a clinical shade of white and there was a large, presumably one way mirror set into one of the walls, all lit by a bright fluorescent light attached to the ceiling. Another door was set on the opposite side of the room, presumably where he would be going once they'd finished with him in here. A femenine voice called out over the hidden intercom.

"Strip!"

The Reklan readily obeyed, knowing that any objections would only increase the suffering on his end, and the entertainment on theirs. He took of his clothes, revealing a well-toned vulpine body. The mirror reflected a body that was around six feet tall and stood in a digitigrade stance. His feet were in the shape of large, spread-out paws but his hands were similar to that of a human, with the only differences being the fact they were covered in fur and the claws that were positioned where there would have been fingernails on a human hand. Red-orange fur covered his whole body, interrupted only by black 'socks' on his hands and feet and pearl white fur reaching from under his jaw down, covering his belly and curling up underneath his rear to form a 'love heart' shape underneath his tail, an aspect regularly mentioned by his mother, much to the fox's extreme embarrassment. Black fur also covered the tips of his ears and his luxuriously fluffy tail, as if he'd partially dipped them in a bucket of black paint. The fox had been standing there for some time before the sharp voice called out again.

"Turn around"

The fox obeyed, turning to face the wall while he felt the invisible eyes roam about his body. He wondered what theye were going to do with him. Were they going to use him for their experiments? Were they checking to see whether he was fit enough to continue living? FInally he realised the reason he must be here, he was going to one of the two things that happened to people here, slavery.

He was filled with momentary relief at the thought of not being a test subject but the feeling as immediately replaced with dread. He was going to be a slave. The rest of his 500-year-long life spent serving to another person's whim, a human's whim. Maybe he would get a nice owner, maybe he would not. Since he was a fox he wouldn't have to worry about any hard physical work, but being a house slave definitely wasn't the best either. Especially if you were one of those kinds of slave. And although females were usually picked for that job, there were always the kind of men who prefer otherwise, or women who wanted to have a bit of interspecial fun in their lives.

The fox was snapped out of his speculations when the same voice broke out over the intercom.

"Thank you for obeying, now we will need to have a closer examination of you, so would you step into the next room for us."

He felt a wave of pleasure wash over him as he realised he'd been thanked for the first time in almost a year, but before he could get too lost in thought the door opposite to one one he came in through slid open, revealing another room similar to the first, only this time with a kind of examination table and various surgical implements littered on a stand next to where a man was standing.

The man was dressed in a plain white lab coat and had a surgical mask covering his mouth. He had short black hair and a look in his eyes suggesting a slight bit of sympathy as the fox walked through. The man gestured to the table and the fox sat down while the man began performing various checks on him. After a variety of examinations that the fox could only guess the purpose of the man called out.

"Fine as always madam, these things never have anything wrong with them."

"Good", stated the voice from the intercom. "We can get him ready then."

As the voice stopped, the man gestured towards the next room whose door was already hissing open. The fox obediently entered with the man following closely behind. He could hear the door hiss shut again as he looked around the new room. Again it was like the previous rooms although this time there was no observation window. Inside there was a table in one of the corners and an open shower in another. On top of the desk the fox noticed a set of plain white cotton clothes and next to the desk two more people, one male one female, presumably those who were observing him for the previous two rooms.

However this lack of a wall between the observers and the fox wasn't left uncompensated for as two guards stood either side of the observers. The black-haired man walked over to them and talked for a bit before eventually coming back and telling the fox to get in the shower.

The fox readily obeyed, savouring the feeling of warm water running down his body. However the fox realised they wouldn't let him stand like this forever, so he quickly grabbed the soap and cleaned himself with it, leaving no part of his body dirty, especially his precious tail. Once finished he exited the shower and when he opened his eyes he was confronted with a towel held out by black-hair. THe fox readily accepted the towel and started drying himself and only stopped once everywhere was dry.

When he placed the towel down he was handed the cotton clothes which he pulled on, relishing in the feeling of clean, normal clothes instead of the rough prison attire he'd gotten used to over the months. Once ready he was brushed down and then led towards the far door again which instead of leading to another room like before, it led to a long corridor along which people similar to the ones he was with escorted Reklans to various doors spaced along the opposite side of the corridor.

He was escorted along the pathway by black-hair and the two guards while the other two humans stayed in the room the fox had just left. The fox followed black-hair down the corridor until he was stopped and guided through one of the doors parallel to the 'preparation' rooms.

"We're here"