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2026-06-27T17:04:39Z

Captain villain88:

[[Category:Anthroid]] [[Category:furry]] [[Category:Malfunction]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Broken]] [[Category:Helluva boss]]

It’s another beautiful day in the busy city of Krakton.

And today was a very special one indeed, for a certain wolf pushing de thirties.
John, a wolfman working for a delivery service, was on his way to one of the three red-light districts in town, as he had some spare bucks to burn here on his day off.

As he sat in the bus, looking out of the window all pondering, he mumbled to himself, pessimistically. “I wonder if there’s even gonna be anyone to my taste…”. With a sigh, he taps his lap to the tune of a song he likes, while waiting for his stop to arrive.

You see, John here was a bit of a… ‘''purist''’ for a lack of a better term. Not to say that he’s racist, no no, rather that he only fancied females of his own kind, or just any that were in the canid family. He has tried getting it on with a few other girls from other races, but ended up losing the drive half-way into the action of things, which for the most part resulted in the one he was balls deep in, calling him less than pleasant things… Or just outright slapping him across the face and calling him a ‘limp-dick bitch’.

It was only when he was doing it with another wolf that he would not only finish the fight, but also go Beyond that. A few times, he broke these ‘bitches’ in so good, that they wanted to be his girlfriend, or outright wanted to get married right there and then. Like they were bewitched by a spell.

Of course, he told them off. Most of them were just one-time flings, or fuck-buddys he had on speed-dail, and vies-versa. He didn’t know them well enough to have such commitment just because he gave them a good thraging.

Stepping off the bus and standing at the entrance to the district, John looked down through the lightly crimson colored street, which ran for a good km. Brimming with people of all shapes and sizes, and those who too were there for the same reasons as himself.

This was his first time in a place like this. A recommendation was it, by one of his co-workers. They kept on singing praises of how it was ‘the best hole of holes a man could dream of!’ and ‘The whores there suck like real succubi!’. The other guys just shuck their heads and rolled eyes whenever the guy pops off on that topic. Most of John’s co-workers were older fellas who were married, so they didn’t really wanna hear all that ‘promotional’ talk about a street of ‘top tier’ sluts that'd be more than happy to help get their willies wet… They had loving wives at home who could do that twice better than any whore ever could.

But John tho, he wasn't a married man… ‘Yet’. No, he was a horny man seeking his fix of the week. Hell, after he had asked about a few details about the place from said co-worker, he went and blue-balled himself up to this day… All he hoped for on this day of sinful conduct, was that he at least finds ‘A’ dog folk whore amongst the crowd of whores roaming the street… His balls would probably fall off on the way back home, if he didn’t get any kind of relief by day’s end.

Wandering on through, he sees a variety of scantily clad women, and even more so men, huddled up against various walls, buildings, and even a van or five. The stench of cigs was strong on some, while others were in the midst of enjoying one, as they waited for their next buyer.

A few gave him some teasing enticements as he passed by. One gave him a wink and a blow-kiss, another flashed him with their big pair of mellons, and then there was one of the male prostitutes who were extra bold, and flashed him with their flaccid dick. That last one was a wolf like him, and they seemed Very interested in John, as they had this look in their eyes, which John knew very well what it meant when it’s from a wolf, and therefore upped his speed a little extra…

An hour he spent, looking around the district for anyone of worth. And in this time, he also took a stroll into a few of the multitude of stores that made up this place. These few he entered, tho, were, as one would expect, ‘kink themed’ so to say. A BDSM store here. A ‘toy’ store there, where a girl could get all that she needed to do some proper pegging. And even one of MANY doll stores that plagued this street. And by whatever god there may be, those dolls they sold were the cheapest garbage imaginable, like, V1 or even V2 models from like 20-30 years ago!

But besides all that, all in all, this trip has only appeared more and more to have been a complete waste of his time.

However, After passing by a vigorously rocking van, with muffled moans to boot, he spots someone who catches his attention immediately.

Leaning up against the wall to a back alley, with a less than amused look on their face as they fiddled with their phone, was a prime subject of a white and black furred wolf girl. She, like all the other ‘workers’ here, was also skintly clad, and if John had to guess just from the trend going around in this place, she was a hooker no doubt.

Looking down further the street, John looks if he could spot any other wolf or dog-like person out of the hooker assortment patrolling the street, only to find none of the sort…

With a shake of the head, and a ‘hmph’, John moves towards the hooker in his sight, deciding to take a jab at the lady wolf and see what happens.

The woman doesn’t seem to pay his approach any mind, merely kept her eyes glued to the phone in her hand with that same angry-yet-bored look. Once he stands with only a long step between them, and, after a moment of still no reaction, clears his throat, does the wolf girl lift her gaze from her phone, and places it upon him. “The fuck you want, dickhead?” She vulgarly asked.

Taken aback a bit by the sodden insult, John lost his words for a moment as he tried to say something. “What? You retarded or something? If you wanna waste time, then go bother someone else you dumb fuck!” She growled, which only gave John more whiplash from the out-of-the-blue hostility.

“Come on, Get! Or i’ll get da- I mean Blitzs! to come and pop a cap in your…” The girl pauses for a sec, then blinks a few times, before her eyes shoot down for a moment, then looks up at him again and starts to slowly grin. “Aaaah, I see now… you're a horny bitch boy, ain’t cha?” She asks. John, still bamboozled, manages to get a “What” out, before her free hand flies down and starts grouping the bulge that has appeared in his pants. “You looking for a tight little hole to stuff your pathetic little dick into, ay? Some little slut that likes taking small gnome dicks like yours, hmm?~” She degradingly continues her inquiry, now all up in his face and squeezing his crutch more.

John squirms in her grasp a little, before shooting her a fierce, yet tempered look through narrowed eyes. “Ghk-It isn’t THAT small… Bitch” He growls back. Showing a little teeth in the process.

She lets go, “Hm! Prove it then, ‘''Bitch-boy~''’... Follow me” She ordered as she turned around, and headed into the alleyway around the corner. Her tail brushing across John’s face to further rail him up, which worked like a charm as he growled out of instinct, and followed suit shortly after.

Maybe this trip wasn't a waste after all…

Once they were alone in the vacant, damp alleyway. Hiding behind a dumpster so they wouldn’t be seen so much by a random stranger. The next ten seconds were like a blur for the wolf man, as he now stood leaning back-to-wall, with ‘Loona’ as she calls herself, sitting on her knees and with his half-erect, and growing, rod rubbing against her cheek. Staring up at him with a bratty look and a small grin, while squeezing his balls impatiently so the main event would come out faster.

When finally he was at full mast, Loona gave but a little ounce of impressment at his size, in the form of her eyes mockingly widening a small margin as she chuckled. “Well, well… Looks like you weren’t kidding. But i’ve seen better~” She teased, and grabbed his red-rocket fully before giving the tip a long, warm, wet, lick.

“Heh heh heh. Now then, I wonder if your virgin ass knows how to-” John stops her mid-talk when he grabs the top of her scalp, and slams her snout first into his crotch, and stuffing his cuck so far down her bratty throat, she lets out a shocked gurgle.

“This isn’t the first time I've tamed a bitch, but a ‘Sassy’ one will be the first for sure!” He growled. Loona glared up at him with what looked like anger, but was actually a challenging look that he could try. And try he certainly would… “Start sucking then, whore”

And suck she did, but not without adding a bit of teeth to the experience as retaliation for the rough handling. But John seemed to hardly mind the extra bit of wildness.

Bobbing back and forth on his rod, John lets out a satisfied growl as he slumps against the wall. But his grip on Loona’s head never loosened. He’s dealt with spicy bitches before aplenty, to know never to let go of the ‘leash’ he has on them. Last time he did so ended with him becoming the sub… And he would rather not find out what this slut has in store if he did it again.

However, soon after, he found himself at the edge of orgasm. ‘Already?’ he thought. It usually takes at least a few minutes longer than this before he blows. Maybe it had something to do with how ‘uncannely’ good Loona’s maw felt. Or maybe it was the warmth of it, which felt ‘different’ to any of the other girls he got a BJ from. Whatever the case, he was about to blow, and no manner of pondering was gonna stop that.

With gritted teeth and a throaty growl, John grabs Loona’s head with both hands, pushes her head back til the tip of his dick was on her lips, before not only ripping her back, but also thrusting his hips into her face at the same time. Resulting in an audible clap, followed by John’s moaning growl of ecstasy, as he fills her gut full.

He came so much and so hard in fact, that some of his seed spilled back out of Loona’s nose. But, if his eyes were not closed at this time, nor his ears deafened by the height of his release. He would have heard a low ‘Bzzt!’ and seen a few sparks ejecting out of the wolfes’s ear.

Falling back against the wall. His arms limply lets go of Loona’s head as his dick slides cleanly out from her frozen maw and body. Eyes still closed, he does not see how she sits before him, maw wide and eyes wide. But her eyes were not of shock, but rather calculation, as they ‘twisted’ a little in their sockets, before another spark shut out of their ear again, and their head twitched one-two times. Their maw snaps shut with a slight metallic cling, before their face morphs into an infatuated one, as she looks back up at John. Head doing one more twitch before the wolfman finally opens his eyes to look down at her.

“''Huff… huf…'' Heh, you look like you loved it, bitch… Was it really that easy to tame you?” he remarked.

Loona doesn’t answer at first before a few seconds later once a little, almost silent, beep, sounds in her head. “Hmmm, Only half, ‘bitch-stud’. Takes a bit more than cumming in my throat to make me submit~” She hums with that rebellious tone still lingering in her, as she gets off of the ground and starts taking her clothes off.

“''Oooh?'' So now i’ve been promoted from bitch-boy to bitch-stud. Ha! Must’ve really rocked your world for you to give me such an hon-” Now it was his turn to get shut-upped, as Loona, in all her naked glory, grabs him by the collar and pulls him up in her own face with a fierce look, and a strained grin.

“Less talk, more fucking, dickweed!” She growled, and practically ‘tossed’ him aside, before placing her hands on the wall he laid against a moment ago, and plop her thick bee-hind out in the air. Looking over her shoulder with an impatient look, she moves her tail aside to let John have the full view of her private bits, all wet and waiting for him to plow…

“''Peh…'' Don’t have to tell me twice, babe~” John tittered with a grin on his thin lips, before discarding his pants fully and taking up position behind her. Thoughtful to also grab her tail down by the base and yank it a magien, irking out a growled yelp from the female wolf, and a lustful glare. A reminder to her, of whos doing the fucking here.

With his cuck plopped between the crack of her fullmoon, he starts to saw his hips back and fourth. The tip of his crown, teasingling hitching on the edge of Loona’s pulsing entrance, only to repeatedly slide on pass with each stroke. Loona, as one would expect, was getting more and more restless with each teasing feint from the would-be tamer. Yes, she was only getting hotter and hotter for him, but not in the way one would think. If he were to place his hand up on her back and spine, he would find it to be inhumanly hot right there. And had he been more perceptive, he would note how her growls and moans sounded very… ‘Repeated’ so to say.

But none of that was his priority at this moment, no, it was to put this bitch in her place!. And what better way to do that, then to stuff her puppy cave with his thick and viral pride. Doing one final saw motion with his hips, he stops at half on the return to grab his dick and smack her crack with it a few times, before pulling back proper to line up with her clit, electing an impatient yowl from Loona, who in toe tries to engulf his prick then and there. A yank of the tail and a firm smack across her ass put her back in line. “Bad girl! You’ll get the bone when ‘I’ give you it! Got it?” He reprimanded her.

“''Yes daddy…''” She whispers something very quiet to not be heard fully.

*''SMACK!!''* “I didn’t hear that. Say it louder, whore!” He barked after giving her an extra hard hit on her left ass cheek.

“Yes, master!” She barked back in return.

“That’s better… Here’s your reward!” He exclaims, and slams his rod fully inside in one go. Forcing Loona to smash her face into the wall a bit. But that hardly mattered to her as she howled in bliss at finally getting taken.

John starts with a slow but hard rhythm. Pulling far back to then slam right back in, he made the bitch under him whine and growl like the dirty dog she was, and he loved every second of it!. “Aaah, Fuck yeah, stud~! Fuck me hader than that, and i might call you daddy~!” She teased, and held him in place on his next entry by squeezing her warm velvety pussy hard.

“*''Growl''* ''Oooh,'' you sassy little bitch-pup~! Your on!” He proclaims, giving her tail a hard jank while pulling her hips with him, it makes the sassy wolf go wide eyed and howl a little, which John takes advantage off and grabs her by the hair, before pushing her further against the wall when he slammed back again. “Time to show you who the alpha is~” He growled in her ear, and then gave it a nibble.

Letting go of her grip on his pride and joy, John went to town on her as he pleased. And now that he had a firm grip on her head, he let go of her tail in his other hand and gabbed onto her ass instead. Digging his fingers deep, he enjoyed foundling this pudding ass before him, in tandem with his rod rearranging her insides with éach quick and powerful thrust he made. Oh, and also giving that fine rear a good meaty crack periodically, just to enjoy her mind melted yelps and moans.

Pound and pound and pound away, John was like a jackhammer upon Loona’s rear. Wet claps, and Lusty mewls sung through the Alley for any a traveler that may catch the tune of their wild coupling.

But sadly, as the universe is a cruel lord, all good things come to an end eventually. And John’s breaking point was no different.

Taking the final few steps to his peak, John pulls harder on Loona’s hair, which in toe makes her crane her neck in such a manner it looks as if he’s about to snap her head backwards. His other hand was being firmly dug into her thick hip, as he had no intention of leaving this bitch without a pup or two, baking in the oven. And his maw, gritted with the same force as a savage wolf can bite, John could barely keep the howl of passion contained in his throat.

And so, in one final swift, powerful, and wanting thrust, John hilts himself inside Loona’s hound-cave. His knot inflated, it kept him there firmly as he deposited his viral load of swimmers deep inside her hungering womb.

However, he gets lost in the passion of their rumbuctures finally and, once he slammed into her for the last time, instead of pulling on her hair, he instead palms the back of her head and slams her hard into the wall by accident. A few muffled snaps and ‘bzzts’ emanating numbly from her, once her dome got introduced to the cold brick wall.

John does however midt-climaxing notice his blunder, and hisses in empathy while ripping his hand away from her head. “Ah fuck! sorry! You-Mmph good there?” He asks between stifled moans, still very much cumming inside the now stuck still wolf.

No response was given for the next moment, except silence. The only thing that did respond still was Loona’s weirdly ‘vibrating’ pussy around his cuck. But then, a few sparks eject out of her ear again, and this time, John sees it. “The fuck??” He muttered in confusion.

“''Ye-Ye''-Yeah, i-i-i’m fine! fine! fine! fine! You can-''ananan'' be rough with-th me, Maste-Dadd-’Bitch-stud~’ ” She ‘stuttered’, while faintly vibrating all over for a couple of seconds. “Com-Com-Come on and ''F-F-F-''Fuck me again, hot-''sssss-''stuff!”

“''Uuuuuhh…''” Was all he could say, before- ”You are ta-ta-taking ''toooo'' long! Mo-''momomomo''-MOVE Dickward!!” The wolfess barks, and rams her ass full force into John’s pelvis and sending him flying out of her and flat on his ass with a yelp.

“OOW! What the hell, bitch! that hur-''Gah!''” He was about to yell, but was stopped halfway by Loona descending upon him in the blink of an eye. One hand pressed down against his chest, the other groping a tit. And below, a leaking, hot, twat, grinding against his rock hard erection

“''Ma-Ma-Ma-''My ''tuuu-''urn, bitch boyboyboy-''booo-''oy~” She stutteringly growled. Her voice, taking on a shade of reverb through parts of her speech. Not only that, but hearts had now formed where her pupils should have been.

At this moment, John puts two and two together, as his eyes go wide. “W-wa-wait a minute! Y-you were a robot this WHOLE TIME?!?! Aaahh~! “ He barked in realization, only to be pushed down into the velvety bed of pleasure again, when the now revealed-to-be-robot Loona, engulfed his cuck once more and began riding him intensely.

“No, ''stu-stu-stu''-Kkk! Retard!-''ard!-ard!'' My name is- Name is '''[Loona]!'''” She barked again, her speed and force doubling for a moment, before slowing down again when her head does a few static jerky twists, coupled with her eyes glitching for a moment before returning to normal, none heart shaped, eyes. “Don’t fuck with mememememe!. ''I-i-i'' know a psycho ''imp-imp-imp-''imp who’s got a-got a-got an axe-''eeeeee-''Kssh!- I’m gonna''-na-na-gona-a'' fuck you up! Bitch ''booooooo-''Tzzt! Error!” She barked some more, as another handful of sparks shot out of her ears. Picking up the pace once again like before, but now doing so with seemingly no concern for John’s well being. Actively making him feel like he was getting hammered by an industrial hammer, and NOT in the good way.

Soo… John did what any man would do in that situation.

He tries doing everything he can from his pinned position, to get this malfunctioning whore-bot off himself.

But his attempts were stumped, as he just could not remove Loona's hand from his chest. In fact, these attempts only made it worse, as she would dig her claws deeper into him, actually drawing blood, and a pained yowl from John’s lips. Making him curse the foul machine harlot.

The clock was ticking. He felt, very well so, that he soon would lose his lower half, if he didn't do something, NOW.

Reading the room, he notes that the robo-dogo on top of him had a repeating pattern to their bouncing assault. And by every seventh lift-off from his pelvis, they would move up and away further, enough so for his legs to move just enough to bend them a bit.

Soo, counting down from the start of the new cycle, John readies himself to push with all that he can, once the seventh up-go comes.

When the seventh finally arrives, John snarls with a strained voice, as he pushes the wolfess back enough to get his shin and knee pressed up against her stomach, then a shove with said knee, to give him enough room and time to plant his foot under her ribcage, and forcefully kick her off him for good…

And even if it was by accident, once more, John manages to not only kick her away, but also makes her smash the back of her skull against the wall behind her… Man, he really does have bad luck today.

Sliding down the wall til she sat on her ass. Convulsing spasms running through her body, while her face was stuck in a neutral state. Jaw opening and closing like a broken animatronic, as corrupted voice lines play out of her unsynched lips in chaotic symphony.

John takes this moment of her incapacitated state to quickly roll to his side and push himself back on his feet. Hard, wet, cuck swinging down below, tho thankfully deflating due to the ‘danger’ he found himself in. “Bloody Clanker whore!” He barked while locating his pants. He, however, didn’t get further then a few cm, before Loona seemingly broke out of her stupor, and rose back up with a robotic stiffness. “''Shit!'' Stay your ass back, you tin-bitch! I don’t wanna fuck no more, you hear!?” He yelled at the other wolf.

Loona, however, did not adhere to his cancellation of their ‘fun time’. Instead, her head stiffly twisted to him, followed by a few rapid twitches. “''Naa-Naa-aa-''Naa bitch-''bo-bo-''Stud. We are far-far from ''dooooo''-one yetyetyetyetyet-Let me suck on that bone, daddy-''dy-dy-dy-diiiiiiii-''y~” She said, with a glitched smile, which’s features spasmed in it’s efforts to be kept ‘legit’. And following this ‘threat’, the rest of her body turned with the same stiffness as her head, towards him, before marching his way on unstable legs. Her body twitching and shaking more and more with each step she took.

In response, John retreated further into the alley for each step that the rouge android took towards him. Hissing and growling at her to stop and piss off, only for her to deject his words with claims that he wants her real bad, and that she can give him what he needs. At least, that’s what he could make out of her jumbled speech, as most of it was a corrupted mess of other dialogues for other situations and actions.

During his back-peddling through the now narrowing alley, he felt something bumping into his heel. Looking down, he finds the object in question to be a rusty bucket under a broken drainage pipe. The bucket was half-full with some nasty water, but the fact that there was liquid in it at all, gave him an idea… A stupid one, but it’s the best he had right now.

Ducking down he rips the bucket from off the ground, does a rising spin, and splashes the wolf girl with the dirty water.

Once fully drenched, she stops dead her tracks for a moment, then, a few twitches, before spazzing out like mad, as visible electricity dances all over her frame

“Error! Error! Major malfunction-tion''-shiiiii''! Major malf''uuuuuuu-''nction! System damage ''deeeee-''Kkk! -ss beyond ''self-self-self'' repair-''air-air-aaaaaa-''Bzzt! Pl-Please ''shut-shut-shut-shut-''shuSYTEMOVERLOOOO- Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck memememememememe-''Eeeeeeehhhhhh''” Blurted out from her open maw, as she did the dance of a breaking down machine

“E-E_e-E-EEErrriiIIEEee-Ejec-cec-ject-jectiiiiiiiii-ing!!” *''Psht-Bof!''* A rectangular shaped board ejects from her chest, and it came out sparking like a christmas tree. Catching a few glimpses through the crack between the board and her shell, it was as much a lightshow inside her as the board outside was, if not more severe.

Her face was no different from the rest of her bod. One eye wide open and spinning around in its socket, and the other being a glitchy lazy-eye that made her look as if lobotomized. Her voice, crackling and popping in un-hammonious pitch and volume, as line upon line and upon lines, fused together into a mesh of varying personalities that contradict one anothers’ parameters of self. A fact, that would seem to not go unnoticed by whatever control system that still ran, as each deviation from the persona that John had met them as, would cause sparks to fly out of one of her ears as the system tried to right the grammar leakage. But since she was going faster and faster, both her ears were close to becoming makeshift spark fountains at this point.

Then she stops wandering back and forth, and starts walking towards John again, each static step now having a 2-3 second interval between each other. John readied the rusty bucket in his hands, ready to smack her across the head with it, before a cascade of small pops and explosions ran across parts of the malfunctioning robo-dogo’s form a few seconds later. Making him recoil from the sudden implosions, and even make him drop the bucket.

Left hip blows open, as wires are exposed, and damaged hydraulic pipes spray their contents. Right side of her middle blows off together with bits and pieces of high-tech looking stuff and singed synth flesh. Chest board thing gets kicked out from its spot between her leaking tits by another explosion behind it, and now hangs by threaded wires on the verge of snapping. And then, up at her head, her eyes go to opposite corners, her maw opens to let out a digitized bark and woof, and then her whole face explodes.

John covers his face from the initial shrapnel, before looking back at the smoking canine before him. Once the smoke that was obscuring her head finally subsided, he got introduced to the unnerving, yet rather goofy looking thing, which was Loona’s scorched endoskeleton face.

One eye now hung by a wire, while the other still sat where it should, just now glitchingly trying to roll further up then it can. The cage-y looking rectangle that used to be the top of her mouth, was now warped by the explosion, while the jaw seems to have been blown fully off. But that didn’t stop the motor and platform that held it, from wriggling up and down slowly.

Said face sparked and squirted whatever lubricant it used as saliva, while the body itself spashemed now and again from the total system overload that transpired. A loose wire and another crossed at one point, as their right leg twitched for a moment, before doing one high kick, and then causing the whole simmering body to fall over from the sodden lack of support. Landing with a heavy ‘clunk’, while her ‘hard drive’ got flung off her chest upon her fall and landing, as it skittered along for a couple of seconds before falling flat and spitting out one last spark.

John looks down on the still twitching hound with bewilderment, then shifts his gaze to the rusty bucket. Silence reigned for a good minute, until John couldn’t help but say out loud his thoughts. “...Is everything in this district really ‘THIS’ cheap?”

A bucket of dirty water was really all it took to break a sex-bot here?. Now, given what just happened, he wasn’t gonna complain ‘half’ as much, but that kinda thing still just seems like the biggest kind of scam-move one can pull on people.

He didn’t ponder on the rotten morality of this kind of business practice for long, and instead goes to grab and thereafter put on his pants again.

“'''WHAT IN SATAN’S ASS CRACK IS GOING ON HERE!!!'''” A very pissed sounding fella yells from where he and Loona came from, while he was only half way into his pants

Spinning around once he had pulle them up fully, he saw a… Short, horned, red dude in a trenchcoat, with some kind of… ‘Card motif’ tattooed on his forehead?. And he did not look pleased at the scene before him, whatsoever….

''<nowiki>*GASP*</nowiki>'' “Lulu!! ''Oooh'' '''GAWD!'''” He cried out, before running over to the defunct Loona and falling to his knees before her. “''Aaahh!'' My poor sweet girl! what have they done to you! ''Waaaahaahaahaaaa!...''” He cried some more, holding up the dog’s glitched hand and rubbing his cheek against it, while bawling his eyes out.

John just looked on with a pinge of regret, and scratched the back of his head while looking away awkwardly from the grieving man… Sooo, not to bother the guy anymore, he decides to slowly leave the alley befor-”'''''YYYOOOUUUU!!!'''''” The red guy snarled as his attention snapped to John. “You motherfucking '''FUCKER!!!'''” He then bellows, before pulling out a gold crested flintlock of all things from his coat, and aims right at John’s face.

“OH-pf-Fuck! thssS-SHIT!” He yells in panic, before falling over something just in time to dodge the bullet, as it ricochets off the brick wall further down the path.

“'''''Waaaaaa!!'''''” John screams, as he scurries off the floor and books it outta there like a bat outta hell.

“'''YEAH!!''' You better fucking run you stupid bitch-mutt!! Hope to GOD that i never find your sorry ass again!! Or else i’ll tear your '''FUCKING BALLS OFF!!!'''” The Guy roars, before tossing the spent gun after the fleeing wolfman, only for it to flop onto the floor a couple of meters away.

[The End]

[Thanks for reading!]

Hellhound-Poundhound

2026-06-27T16:45:17Z

Captain villain88:

[[Category:Anthroid]] [[Category:furry]] [[Category:Malfunction]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Broken]] [[Category:Helluva boss]]

It’s another beautiful day in the busy city of Krakton.

And today was a very special one indeed, for a certain wolf pushing de thirties.
John, a wolfman working for a delivery service, was on his way to one of the three red-light districts in town, as he had some spare bucks to burn here on his day off.

As he sat in the bus, looking out of the window all pondering, he mumbled to himself, pessimistically. “I wonder if there’s even gonna be anyone to my taste…”. With a sigh, he taps his lap to the tune of a song he likes, while waiting for his stop to arrive.

You see, John here was a bit of a… ‘''purist''’ for a lack of a better term. Not to say that he’s racist, no no, rather that he only fancied females of his own kind, or just any that were in the canid family. He has tried getting it on with a few other girls from other races, but ended up losing the drive half-way into the action of things, which for the most part resulted in the one he was balls deep in, calling him less than pleasant things… Or just outright slapping him across the face and calling him a ‘limp-dick bitch’.

It was only when he was doing it with another wolf that he would not only finish the fight, but also go Beyond that. A few times, he broke these ‘bitches’ in so good, that they wanted to be his girlfriend, or outright wanted to get married right there and then. Like they were bewitched by a spell.

Of course, he told them off. Most of them were just one-time flings, or fuck-buddys he had on speed-dail, and vies-versa. He didn’t know them well enough to have such commitment just because he gave them a good thraging.

Stepping off the bus and standing at the entrance to the district, John looked down through the lightly crimson colored street, which ran for a good km. Brimming with people of all shapes and sizes, and those who too were there for the same reasons as himself.

This was his first time in a place like this. A recommendation was it, by one of his co-workers. They kept on singing praises of how it was ‘the best hole of holes a man could dream of!’ and ‘The whores there suck like real succubi!’. The other guys just shuck their heads and rolled eyes whenever the guy pops off on that topic. Most of John’s co-workers were older fellas who were married, so they didn’t really wanna hear all that ‘promotional’ talk about a street of ‘top tier’ sluts that'd be more than happy to help get their willies wet… They had loving wives at home who could do that twice better than any whore ever could.

But John tho, he wasn't a married man… ‘Yet’. No, he was a horny man seeking his fix of the week. Hell, after he had asked about a few details about the place from said co-worker, he went and blue-balled himself up to this day… All he hoped for on this day of sinful conduct, was that he at least finds ‘A’ dog folk whore amongst the crowd of whores roaming the street… His balls would probably fall off on the way back home, if he didn’t get any kind of relief by day’s end.

Wandering on through, he sees a variety of scantily clad women, and even more so men, huddled up against various walls, buildings, and even a van or five. The stench of cigs was strong on some, while others were in the midst of enjoying one, as they waited for their next buyer.

A few gave him some teasing enticements as he passed by. One gave him a wink and a blow-kiss, another flashed him with their big pair of mellons, and then there was one of the male prostitutes who were extra bold, and flashed him with their flaccid dick. That last one was a wolf like him, and they seemed Very interested in John, as they had this look in their eyes, which John knew very well what it meant when it’s from a wolf, and therefore upped his speed a little extra…

An hour he spent, looking around the district for anyone of worth. And in this time, he also took a stroll into a few of the multitude of stores that made up this place. These few he entered, tho, were, as one would expect, ‘kink themed’ so to say. A BDSM store here. A ‘toy’ store there, where a girl could get all that she needed to do some proper pegging. And even one of MANY doll stores that plagued this street. And by whatever god there may be, those dolls they sold were the cheapest garbage imaginable, like, V1 or even V2 models from like 20-30 years ago!

But besides all that, all in all, this trip has only appeared more and more to have been a complete waste of his time.

However, After passing by a vigorously rocking van, with muffled moans to boot, he spots someone who catches his attention immediately.

Leaning up against the wall to a back alley, with a less than amused look on their face as they fiddled with their phone, was a prime subject of a white and black furred wolf girl. She, like all the other ‘workers’ here, was also skintly clad, and if John had to guess just from the trend going around in this place, she was a hooker no doubt.

Looking down further the street, John looks if he could spot any other wolf or dog-like person out of the hooker assortment patrolling the street, only to find none of the sort…

With a shake of the head, and a ‘hmph’, John moves towards the hooker in his sight, deciding to take a jab at the lady wolf and see what happens.

The woman doesn’t seem to pay his approach any mind, merely kept her eyes glued to the phone in her hand with that same angry-yet-bored look. Once he stands with only a long step between them, and, after a moment of still no reaction, clears his throat, does the wolf girl lift her gaze from her phone, and places it upon him. “The fuck you want, dickhead?” She vulgarly asked.

Taken aback a bit by the sodden insult, John lost his words for a moment as he tried to say something. “What? You retarded or something? If you wanna waste time, then go bother someone else you dumb fuck!” She growled, which only gave John more whiplash from the out-of-the-blue hostility.

“Come on, Get! Or i’ll get da- I mean Blitzs! to come and pop a cap in your…” The girl pauses for a sec, then blinks a few times, before her eyes shoot down for a moment, then looks up at him again and starts to slowly grin. “Aaaah, I see now… you're a horny bitch boy, ain’t cha?” She asks. John, still bamboozled, manages to get a “What” out, before her free hand flies down and starts grouping the bulge that has appeared in his pants. “You looking for a tight little hole to stuff your pathetic little dick into, ay? Some little slut that likes taking small gnome dicks like yours, hmm?~” She degradingly continues her inquiry, now all up in his face and squeezing his crutch more.

John squirms in her grasp a little, before shooting her a fierce, yet tempered look through narrowed eyes. “Ghk-It isn’t THAT small… Bitch” He growls back. Showing a little teeth in the process.

She lets go, “Hm! Prove it then, ‘''Bitch-boy~''’... Follow me” She ordered as she turned around, and headed into the alleyway around the corner. Her tail brushing across John’s face to further rail him up, which worked like a charm as he growled out of instinct, and followed suit shortly after.

Maybe this trip wasn't a waste after all…

Once they were alone in the vacant, damp alleyway. Hiding behind a dumpster so they wouldn’t be seen so much by a random stranger. The next ten seconds were like a blur for the wolf man, as he now stood leaning back-to-wall, with ‘Loona’ as she calls herself, sitting on her knees and with his half-erect, and growing, rod rubbing against her cheek. Staring up at him with a bratty look and a small grin, while squeezing his balls impatiently so the main event would come out faster.

When finally he was at full mast, Loona gave but a little ounce of impressment at his size, in the form of her eyes mockingly widening a small margin as she chuckled. “Well, well… Looks like you weren’t kidding. But i’ve seen better~” She teased, and grabbed his red-rocket fully before giving the tip a long, warm, wet, lick.

“Heh heh heh. Now then, I wonder if your virgin ass knows how to-” John stops her mid-talk when he grabs the top of her scalp, and slams her snout first into his crotch, and stuffing his cuck so far down her bratty throat, she lets out a shocked gurgle.

“This isn’t the first time I've tamed a bitch, but a ‘Sassy’ one will be the first for sure!” He growled. Loona glared up at him with what looked like anger, but was actually a challenging look that he could try. And try he certainly would… “Start sucking then, whore”

And suck she did, but not without adding a bit of teeth to the experience as retaliation for the rough handling. But John seemed to hardly mind the extra bit of wildness.

Bobbing back and forth on his rod, John lets out a satisfied growl as he slumps against the wall. But his grip on Loona’s head never loosened. He’s dealt with spicy bitches before aplenty, to know never to let go of the ‘leash’ he has on them. Last time he did so ended with him becoming the sub… And he would rather not find out what this slut has in store if he did it again.

However, soon after, he found himself at the edge of orgasm. ‘Already?’ he thought. It usually takes at least a few minutes longer than this before he blows. Maybe it had something to do with how ‘uncannely’ good Loona’s maw felt. Or maybe it was the warmth of it, which felt ‘different’ to any of the other girls he got a BJ from. Whatever the case, he was about to blow, and no manner of pondering was gonna stop that.

With gritted teeth and a throaty growl, John grabs Loona’s head with both hands, pushes her head back til the tip of his dick was on her lips, before not only ripping her back, but also thrusting his hips into her face at the same time. Resulting in an audible clap, followed by John’s moaning growl of ecstasy, as he fills her gut full.

He came so much and so hard in fact, that some of his seed spilled back out of Loona’s nose. But, if his eyes were not closed at this time, nor his ears deafened by the height of his release. He would have heard a low ‘Bzzt!’ and seen a few sparks ejecting out of the wolfes’s ear.

Falling back against the wall. His arms limply lets go of Loona’s head as his dick slides cleanly out from her frozen maw and body. Eyes still closed, he does not see how she sits before him, maw wide and eyes wide. But her eyes were not of shock, but rather calculation, as they ‘twisted’ a little in their sockets, before another spark shut out of their ear again, and their head twitched one-two times. Their maw snaps shut with a slight metallic cling, before their face morphs into an infatuated one, as she looks back up at John. Head doing one more twitch before the wolfman finally opens his eyes to look down at her.

“''Huff… huf…'' Heh, you look like you loved it, bitch… Was it really that easy to tame you?” he remarked.

Loona doesn’t answer at first before a few seconds later once a little, almost silent, beep, sounds in her head. “Hmmm, Only half, ‘bitch-stud’. Takes a bit more than cumming in my throat to make me submit~” She hums with that rebellious tone still lingering in her, as she gets off of the ground and starts taking her clothes off.

“''Oooh?'' So now i’ve been promoted from bitch-boy to bitch-stud. Ha! Must’ve really rocked your world for you to give me such an hon-” Now it was his turn to get shut-upped, as Loona, in all her naked glory, grabs him by the collar and pulls him up in her own face with a fierce look, and a strained grin.

“Less talk, more fucking, dickweed!” She growled, and practically ‘tossed’ him aside, before placing her hands on the wall he laid against a moment ago, and plop her thick bee-hind out in the air. Looking over her shoulder with an impatient look, she moves her tail aside to let John have the full view of her private bits, all wet and waiting for him to plow…

“''Peh…'' Don’t have to tell me twice, babe~” John tittered with a grin on his thin lips, before discarding his pants fully and taking up position behind her. Thoughtful to also grab her tail down by the base and yank it a magien, irking out a growled yelp from the female wolf, and a lustful glare. A reminder to her, of whos doing the fucking here.

With his cuck plopped between the crack of her fullmoon, he starts to saw his hips back and fourth. The tip of his crown, teasingling hitching on the edge of Loona’s pulsing entrance, only to repeatedly slide on pass with each stroke. Loona, as one would expect, was getting more and more restless with each teasing feint from the would-be tamer. Yes, she was only getting hotter and hotter for him, but not in the way one would think. If he were to place his hand up on her back and spine, he would find it to be inhumanly hot right there. And had he been more perceptive, he would note how her growls and moans sounded very… ‘Repeated’ so to say.

But none of that was his priority at this moment, no, it was to put this bitch in her place!. And what better way to do that, then to stuff her puppy cave with his thick and viral pride. Doing one final saw motion with his hips, he stops at half on the return to grab his dick and smack her crack with it a few times, before pulling back proper to line up with her clit, electing an impatient yowl from Loona, who in toe tries to engulf his prick then and there. A yank of the tail and a firm smack across her ass put her back in line. “Bad girl! You’ll get the bone when ‘I’ give you it! Got it?” He reprimanded her.

“''Yes daddy…''” She whispers something very quiet to not be heard fully.

*''SMACK!!''* “I didn’t hear that. Say it louder, whore!” He barked after giving her an extra hard hit on her left ass cheek.

“Yes, master!” She barked back in return.

“That’s better… Here’s your reward!” He exclaims, and slams his rod fully inside in one go. Forcing Loona to smash her face into the wall a bit. But that hardly mattered to her as she howled in bliss at finally getting taken.

John starts with a slow but hard rhythm. Pulling far back to then slam right back in, he made the bitch under him whine and growl like the dirty dog she was, and he loved every second of it!. “Aaah, Fuck yeah, stud~! Fuck me hader than that, and i might call you daddy~!” She teased, and held him in place on his next entry by squeezing her warm velvety pussy hard.

“*''Growl''* ''Oooh,'' you sassy little bitch-pup~! Your on!” He proclaims, giving her tail a hard jank while pulling her hips with him, it makes the sassy wolf go wide eyed and howl a little, which John takes advantage off and grabs her by the hair, before pushing her further against the wall when he slammed back again. “Time to show you who the alpha is~” He growled in her ear, and then gave it a nibble.

Letting go of her grip on his pride and joy, John went to town on her as he pleased. And now that he had a firm grip on her head, he let go of her tail in his other hand and gabbed onto her ass instead. Digging his fingers deep, he enjoyed foundling this pudding ass before him, in tandem with his rod rearranging her insides with éach quick and powerful thrust he made. Oh, and also giving that fine rear a good meaty crack periodically, just to enjoy her mind melted yelps and moans.

Pound and pound and pound away, John was like a jackhammer upon Loona’s rear. Wet claps, and Lusty mewls sung through the Alley for any a traveler that may catch the tune of their wild coupling.

But sadly, as the universe is a cruel lord, all good things come to an end eventually. And John’s breaking point was no different.

Taking the final few steps to his peak, John pulls harder on Loona’s hair, which in toe makes her crane her neck in such a manner it looks as if he’s about to snap her head backwards. His other hand was being firmly dug into her thick hip, as he had no intention of leaving this bitch without a pup or two, baking in the oven. And his maw, gritted with the same force as a savage wolf can bite, John could barely keep the howl of passion contained in his throat.

And so, in one final swift, powerful, and wanting thrust, John hilts himself inside Loona’s hound-cave. His knot inflated, it kept him there firmly as he deposited his viral load of swimmers deep inside her hungering womb.

However, he gets lost in the passion of their rumbuctures finally and, once he slammed into her for the last time, instead of pulling on her hair, he instead palms the back of her head and slams her hard into the wall by accident. A few muffled snaps and ‘bzzts’ emanating numbly from her, once her dome got introduced to the cold brick wall.

John does however midt-climaxing notice his blunder, and hisses in empathy while ripping his hand away from her head. “Ah fuck! sorry! You-Mmph good there?” He asks between stifled moans, still very much cumming inside the now stuck still wolf.

No response was given for the next moment, except silence. The only thing that did respond still was Loona’s weirdly ‘vibrating’ pussy around his cuck. But then, a few sparks eject out of her ear again, and this time, John sees it. “The fuck??” He muttered in confusion.

“''Ye-Ye''-Yeah, i-i-i’m fine! fine! fine! fine! You can-''ananan'' be rough with-th me, Maste-Dadd-’Bitch-stud~’ ” She ‘stuttered’, while faintly vibrating all over for a couple of seconds. “Com-Com-Come on and ''F-F-F-''Fuck me again, hot-''sssss-''stuff!”

“''Uuuuuhh…''” Was all he could say, before- ”You are ta-ta-taking ''toooo'' long! Mo-''momomomo''-MOVE Dickward!!” The wolfess barks, and rams her ass full force into John’s pelvis and sending him flying out of her and flat on his ass with a yelp.

“OOW! What the hell, bitch! that hur-''Gah!''” He was about to yell, but was stopped halfway by Loona descending upon him in the blink of an eye. One hand pressed down against his chest, the other groping a tit. And below, a leaking, hot, twat, grinding against his rock hard erection

“''Ma-Ma-Ma-''My ''tuuu-''urn, bitch boyboyboy-''booo-''oy~” She stutteringly growled. Her voice, taking on a shade of reverb through parts of her speech. Not only that, but hearts had now formed where her pupils should have been.

At this moment, John puts two and two together, as his eyes go wide. “W-wa-wait a minute! Y-you were a robot this WHOLE TIME?!?! Aaahh~! “ He barked in realization, only to be pushed down into the velvety bed of pleasure again, when the now revealed-to-be-robot Loona, engulfed his cuck once more and began riding him intensely.

“No, ''stu-stu-stu''-Kkk! Retard!-''ard!-ard!'' My name is- Name is '''[Loona]!'''” She barked again, her speed and force doubling for a moment, before slowing down again when her head does a few static jerky twists, coupled with her eyes glitching for a moment before returning to normal, none heart shaped, eyes. “Don’t fuck with mememememe!. ''I-i-i'' know a psycho ''imp-imp-imp-''imp who’s got a-got a-got an axe-''eeeeee-''Kssh!- I’m gonna''-na-na-gona-a'' fuck you up! Bitch ''booooooo-''Tzzt! Error!” She barked some more, as another handful of sparks shot out of her ears. Picking up the pace once again like before, but now doing so with seemingly no concern for John’s well being. Actively making him feel like he was getting hammered by an industrial hammer, and NOT in the good way.

Soo… John did what any man would do in that situation.

He tries doing everything he can from his pinned position, to get this malfunctioning whore-bot off himself.

But his attempts were stumped, as he just could not remove Loona's hand from his chest. In fact, these attempts only made it worse, as she would dig her claws deeper into him, actually drawing blood, and a pained yowl from John’s lips. Making him curse the foul machine harlot.

The clock was ticking. He felt, very well so, that he soon would lose his lower half, if he didn't do something, NOW.

Reading the room, he notes that the robo-dogo on top of him had a repeating pattern to their bouncing assault. And by every seventh lift-off from his pelvis, they would move up and away further, enough so for his legs to move just enough to bend them a bit.

Soo, counting down from the start of the new cycle, John readies himself to push with all that he can, once the seventh up-go comes.

When the seventh finally arrives, John snarls with a strained voice, as he pushes the wolfess back enough to get his shin and knee pressed up against her stomach, then a shove with said knee, to give him enough room and time to plant his foot under her ribcage, and forcefully kick her off him for good…

And even if it was by accident, once more, John manages to not only kick her away, but also makes her smash the back of her skull against the wall behind her… Man, he really does have bad luck today.

Sliding down the wall til she sat on her ass. Convulsing spasms running through her body, while her face was stuck in a neutral state. Jaw opening and closing like a broken animatronic, as corrupted voice lines play out of her unsynched lips in chaotic symphony.

John takes this moment of her incapacitated state to quickly roll to his side and push himself back on his feet. Hard, wet, cuck swinging down below, tho thankfully deflating due to the ‘danger’ he found himself in. “Bloody Clanker whore!” He barked while locating his pants. He, however, didn’t get further then a few cm, before Loona seemingly broke out of her stupor, and rose back up with a robotic stiffness. “''Shit!'' Stay your ass back, you tin-bitch! I don’t wanna fuck no more, you hear!?” He yelled at the other wolf.

Loona, however, did not adhere to his cancellation of their ‘fun time’. Instead, her head stiffly twisted to him, followed by a few rapid twitches. “''Naa-Naa-aa-''Naa bitch-''bo-bo-''Stud. We are far-far from ''dooooo''-one yetyetyetyetyet-Let me suck on that bone, daddy-''dy-dy-dy-diiiiiiii-''y~” She said, with a glitched smile, which’s features spasmed in it’s efforts to be kept ‘legit’. And following this ‘threat’, the rest of her body turned with the same stiffness as her head, towards him, before marching his way on unstable legs. Her body twitching and shaking more and more with each step she took.

In response, John retreated further into the alley for each step that the rouge android took towards him. Hissing and growling at her to stop and piss off, only for her to deject his words with claims that he wants her real bad, and that she can give him what he needs. At least, that’s what he could make out of her jumbled speech, as most of it was a corrupted mess of other dialogues for other situations and actions.

During his back-peddling through the now narrowing alley, he felt something bumping into his heel. Looking down, he finds the object in question to be a rusty bucket under a broken drainage pipe. The bucket was half-full with some nasty water, but the fact that there was liquid in it at all, gave him an idea… A stupid one, but it’s the best he had right now.

Ducking down he rips the bucket from off the ground, does a rising spin, and splashes the wolf girl with the dirty water.

Once fully drenched, she stops dead her tracks for a moment, then, a few twitches, before spazzing out like mad, as visible electricity dances all over her frame

“Error! Error! Major malfunction-tion''-shiiiii''! Major malf''uuuuuuu-''nction! System damage ''deeeee-''Kkk! -ss beyond ''self-self-self'' repair-''air-air-aaaaaa-''Bzzt! Pl-Please ''shut-shut-shut-shut-''shuSYTEMOVERLOOOO- Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck memememememememe-''Eeeeeeehhhhhh''” Blurted out from her open maw, as she did the dance of a breaking down machine

“E-E_e-E-EEErrriiIIEEee-Ejec-cec-ject-jectiiiiiiiii-ing!!” *''Psht-Bof!''* A rectangular shaped board ejects from her chest, and it came out sparking like a christmas tree. Catching a few glimpses through the crack between the board and her shell, it was as much a lightshow inside her as the board outside was, if not more severe.

Her face was no different from the rest of her bod. One eye wide open and spinning around in its socket, and the other being a glitchy lazy-eye that made her look as if lobotomized. Her voice, crackling and popping in un-hammonious pitch and volume, as line upon line and upon lines, fused together into a mesh of varying personalities that contradict one anothers’ parameters of self. A fact, that would seem to not go unnoticed by whatever control system that still ran, as each deviation from the persona that John had met them as, would cause sparks to fly out of one of her ears as the system tried to right the grammar leakage. But since she was going faster and faster, both her ears were close to becoming makeshift spark fountains at this point.

Then she stops wandering back and forth, and starts walking towards John again, each static step now having a 2-3 second interval between each other. John readied the rusty bucket in his hands, ready to smack her across the head with it, before a cascade of small pops and explosions ran across parts of the malfunctioning robo-dogo’s form a few seconds later. Making him recoil from the sudden implosions, and even make him drop the bucket.

Left hip blows open, as wires are exposed, and damaged hydraulic pipes spray their contents. Right side of her middle blows off together with bits and pieces of high-tech looking stuff and singed synth flesh. Chest board thing gets kicked out from its spot between her leaking tits by another explosion behind it, and now hangs by threaded wires on the verge of snapping. And then, up at her head, her eyes go to opposite corners, her maw opens to let out a digitized bark and woof, and then her whole face explodes.

John covers his face from the initial shrapnel, before looking back at the smoking canine before him. Once the smoke that was obscuring her head finally subsided, he got introduced to the unnerving, yet rather goofy looking thing, which was Loona’s scorched endoskeleton face.

One eye now hung by a wire, while the other still sat where it should, just now glitchingly trying to roll further up then it can. The cage-y looking rectangle that used to be the top of her mouth, was now warped by the explosion, while the jaw seems to have been blown fully off. But that didn’t stop the motor and platform that held it, from wriggling up and down slowly.

Said face sparked and squirted whatever lubricant it used as saliva, while the body itself spashemed now and again from the total system overload that transpired. A loose wire and another crossed at one point, as their right leg twitched for a moment, before doing one high kick, and then causing the whole simmering body to fall over from the sodden lack of support. Landing with a heavy ‘clunk’, while her ‘hard drive’ got flung off her chest upon her fall and landing, as it skittered along for a couple of seconds before falling flat and spitting out one last spark.

John looks down on the still twitching hound with bewilderment, then shifts his gaze to the rusty bucket. Silence reigned for a good minute, until John couldn’t help but say out loud his thoughts. “...Is everything in this district really ‘THIS’ cheap?”

A bucket of dirty water was really all it took to break a sex-bot here?. Now, given what just happened, he wasn’t gonna complain ‘half’ as much, but that kinda thing still just seems like the biggest kind of scam-move one can pull on people.

He didn’t ponder on the rotten morality of this kind of business practice for long, and instead goes to grab and thereafter put on his pants again.

“'''WHAT IN SATAN’S AS CRACK IS GOING HERE!!!'''” A very pissed sounding fella yells from where he and Loona came from, while he was only half way into his pants

Spinning around once he had pulle them up fully, he saw a… Short, horned, red dude in a trenchcoat, with some kind of… ‘Card motif’ tattooed on his forehead?. And he did not look pleased at the scene before him, whatsoever….

''<nowiki>*GASP*</nowiki>'' “Lulu!! ''Oooh'' '''GAWD!'''” He cried out, before running over to the defunct Loona and falling to his knees before her. “''Aaahh!'' My poor sweet girl! what have they done to you! ''Waaaahaahaahaaaa!...''” He cried some more, holding up the dog’s glitched hand and rubbing his cheek against it, while bawling his eyes out.

John just looked on with a pinge of regret, and scratched the back of his head while looking away awkwardly from the grieving man… Sooo, not to bother the guy anymore, he decides to slowly leave the alley befor-”'''''YYYOOOUUUU!!!'''''” The red guy snarled as his attention snapped to John. “You motherfucking '''FUCKER!!!'''” He then bellows, before pulling out a gold crested flintlock of all things from his coat, and aims right at John’s face.

“OH-pf-Fuck! thssS-SHIT!” He yells in panic, before falling over something just in time to dodge the bullet, as it ricochets off the brick wall further down the path.

“'''''Waaaaaa!!'''''” John screams, as he scurries off the floor and books it outta there like a bat outta hell.

“'''YEAH!!''' You better fucking run you stupid bitch-mutt!! Hope to GOD that i never find your sorry ass again!! Or else i’ll tear your '''FUCKING BALLS OFF!!!'''” The Guy roars, before tossing the spent gun after the fleeing wolfman, only for it to flop onto the floor a couple of meters away.

[The End]

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2026-06-27T16:33:43Z

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[[Category:Anthroid]] [[Category:furry]] [[Category:Malfunction]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Broken]] [[Category:Helluva boss]]

It’s another beautiful day in the busy city of Krakton.

And today was a very special one indeed, for a certain wolf pushing de thirties.
John, a wolfman working for a delivery service, was on his way to one of the three red-light districts in town, as he had some spare bucks to burn here on his day off.

As he sat in the bus, looking out of the window all pondering, he mumbled to himself, pessimistically. “I wonder if there’s even gonna be anyone to my taste…”. With a sigh, he taps his lap to the tune of a song he likes, while waiting for his stop to arrive.

You see, John here was a bit of a… ‘''purist''’ for a lack of a better term. Not to say that he’s racist, no no, rather that he only fancied females of his own kind, or just any that were in the canid family. He has tried getting it on with a few other girls from other races, but ended up losing the drive half-way into the action of things, which for the most part resulted in the one he was balls deep in, calling him less than pleasant things… Or just outright slapping him across the face and calling him a ‘limp-dick bitch’.

It was only when he was doing it with another wolf that he would not only finish the fight, but also go Beyond that. A few times, he broke these ‘bitches’ in so good, that they wanted to be his girlfriend, or outright wanted to get married right there and then. Like they were bewitched by a spell.

Of course, he told them off. Most of them were just one-time flings, or fuck-buddys he had on speed-dail, and vies-versa. He didn’t know them well enough to have such commitment just because he gave them a good thraging.

Stepping off the bus and standing at the entrance to the district, John looked down through the lightly crimson colored street, which ran for a good km. Brimming with people of all shapes and sizes, and those who too were there for the same reasons as himself.

This was his first time in a place like this. A recommendation was it, by one of his co-workers. They kept on singing praises of how it was ‘the best hole of holes a man could dream of!’ and ‘The whores there suck like real succubi!’. The other guys just shuck their heads and rolled eyes whenever the guy pops off on that topic. Most of John’s co-workers were older fellas who were married, so they didn’t really wanna hear all that ‘promotional’ talk about a street of ‘top tier’ sluts that'd be more than happy to help get their willies wet… They had loving wives at home who could do that twice better than any whore ever could.

But John tho, he wasn't a married man… ‘Yet’. No, he was a horny man seeking his fix of the week. Hell, after he had asked about a few details about the place from said co-worker, he went and blue-balled himself up to this day… All he hoped for on this day of sinful conduct, was that he at least finds ‘A’ dog folk whore amongst the crowd of whores roaming the street… His balls would probably fall off on the way back home, if he didn’t get any kind of relief by day’s end.

Wandering on through, he sees a variety of scantily clad women, and even more so men, huddled up against various walls, buildings, and even a van or five. The stench of cigs was strong on some, while others were in the midst of enjoying one, as they waited for their next buyer.

A few gave him some teasing enticements as he passed by. One gave him a wink and a blow-kiss, another flashed him with their big pair of mellons, and then there was one of the male prostitutes who were extra bold, and flashed him with their flaccid dick. That last one was a wolf like him, and they seemed Very interested in John, as they had this look in their eyes, which John knew very well what it meant when it’s from a wolf, and therefore upped his speed a little extra…

An hour he spent, looking around the district for anyone of worth. And in this time, he also took a stroll into a few of the multitude of stores that made up this place. These few he entered, tho, were, as one would expect, ‘kink themed’ so to say. A BDSM store here. A ‘toy’ store there, where a girl could get all that she needed to do some proper pegging. And even one of MANY doll stores that plagued this street. And by whatever god there may be, those dolls they sold were the cheapest garbage imaginable, like, V1 or even V2 models from like 20-30 years ago!

But besides all that, all in all, this trip has only appeared more and more to have been a complete waste of his time.

However, After passing by a vigorously rocking van, with muffled moans to boot, he spots someone who catches his attention immediately.

Leaning up against the wall to a back alley, with a less than amused look on their face as they fiddled with their phone, was a prime subject of a white and black furred wolf girl. She, like all the other ‘workers’ here, was also skintly clad, and if John had to guess just from the trend going around in this place, she was a hooker no doubt.

Looking down further the street, John looks if he could spot any other wolf or dog-like person out of the hooker assortment patrolling the street, only to find none of the sort…

With a shake of the head, and a ‘hmph’, John moves towards the hooker in his sight, deciding to take a jab at the lady wolf and see what happens.

The woman doesn’t seem to pay his approach any mind, merely kept her eyes glued to the phone in her hand with that same angry-yet-bored look. Once he stands with only a long step between them, and, after a moment of still no reaction, clears his throat, does the wolf girl lift her gaze from her phone, and places it upon him. “The fuck you want, dickhead?” She vulgarly asked.

Taken aback a bit by the sodden insult, John lost his words for a moment as he tried to say something. “What? You retarded or something? If you wanna waste time, then go bother someone else you dumb fuck!” She growled, which only gave John more whiplash from the out-of-the-blue hostility.

“Come on, Get! Or i’ll get da- I mean Blitzs! to come and pop a cap in your…” The girl pauses for a sec, then blinks a few times, before her eyes shoot down for a moment, then looks up at him again and starts to slowly grin. “Aaaah, I see now… you're a horny bitch boy, ain’t cha?” She asks. John, still bamboozled, manages to get a “What” out, before her free hand flies down and starts grouping the bulge that has appeared in his pants. “You looking for a tight little hole to stuff your pathetic little dick into, ay? Some little slut that likes taking small gnome dicks like yours, hmm?~” She degradingly continues her inquiry, now all up in his face and squeezing his crutch more.

John squirms in her grasp a little, before shooting her a fierce, yet tempered look through narrowed eyes. “Ghk-It isn’t THAT small… Bitch” He growls back. Showing a little teeth in the process.

She lets go, “Hm! Prove it then, ‘''Bitch-boy~''’... Follow me” She ordered as she turned around, and headed into the alleyway around the corner. Her tail brushing across John’s face to further rail him up, which worked like a charm as he growled out of instinct, and followed suit shortly after.

Maybe this trip wasn't a waste after all…

Once they were alone in the vacant, damp alleyway. Hiding behind a dumpster so they wouldn’t be seen so much by a random stranger. The next ten seconds were like a blur for the wolf man, as he now stood leaning back-to-wall, with ‘Loona’ as she calls herself, sitting on her knees and with his half-erect, and growing, rod rubbing against her cheek. Staring up at him with a bratty look and a small grin, while squeezing his balls impatiently so the main event would come out faster.

When finally he was at full mast, Loona gave but a little ounce of impressment at his size, in the form of her eyes mockingly widening a small margin as she chuckled. “Well, well… Looks like you weren’t kidding. But i’ve seen better~” She teased, and grabbed his red-rocket fully before giving the tip a long, warm, wet, lick.

“Heh heh heh. Now then, I wonder if your virgin ass knows how to-” John stops her mid-talk when he grabs the top of her scalp, and slams her snout first into his crotch, and stuffing his cuck so far down her bratty throat, she lets out a shocked gurgle.

“This isn’t the first time I've tamed a bitch, but a ‘Sassy’ one will be the first for sure!” He growled. Loona glared up at him with what looked like anger, but was actually a challenging look that he could try. And try he certainly would… “Start sucking then, whore”

And suck she did, but not without adding a bit of teeth to the experience as retaliation for the rough handling. But John seemed to hardly mind the extra bit of wildness.

Bobbing back and forth on his rod, John lets out a satisfied growl as he slumps against the wall. But his grip on Loona’s head never loosened. He’s dealt with spicy bitches before aplenty, to know never to let go of the ‘leash’ he has on them. Last time he did so ended with him becoming the sub… And he would rather not find out what this slut has in store if he did it again.

However, soon after, he found himself at the edge of orgasm. ‘Already?’ he thought. It usually takes at least a few minutes longer than this before he blows. Maybe it had something to do with how ‘uncannely’ good Loona’s maw felt. Or maybe it was the warmth of it, which felt ‘different’ to any of the other girls he got a BJ from. Whatever the case, he was about to blow, and no manner of pondering was gonna stop that.

With gritted teeth and a throaty growl, John grabs Loona’s head with both hands, pushes her head back til the tip of his dick was on her lips, before not only ripping her back, but also thrusting his hips into her face at the same time. Resulting in an audible clap, followed by John’s moaning growl of ecstasy, as he fills her gut full.

He came so much and so hard in fact, that some of his seed spilled back out of Loona’s nose. But, if his eyes were not closed at this time, nor his ears deafened by the height of his release. He would have heard a low ‘Bzzt!’ and seen a few sparks ejecting out of the wolfes’s ear.

Falling back against the wall. His arms limply lets go of Loona’s head as his dick slides cleanly out from her frozen maw and body. Eyes still closed, he does not see how she sits before him, maw wide and eyes wide. But her eyes were not of shock, but rather calculation, as they ‘twisted’ a little in their sockets, before another spark shut out of their ear again, and their head twitched one-two times. Their maw snaps shut with a slight metallic cling, before their face morphs into an infatuated one, as she looks back up at John. Head doing one more twitch before the wolfman finally opens his eyes to look down at her.

“''Huff… huf…'' Heh, you look like you loved it, bitch… Was it really that easy to tame you?” he remarked.

Loona doesn’t answer at first before a few seconds later once a little, almost silent, beep, sounds in her head. “Hmmm, Only half, ‘bitch-stud’. Takes a bit more than cumming in my throat to make me submit~” She hums with that rebellious tone still lingering in her, as she gets off of the ground and starts taking her clothes off.

“''Oooh?'' So now i’ve been promoted from bitch-boy to bitch-stud. Ha! Must’ve really rocked your world for you to give me such an hon-” Now it was his turn to get shut-upped, as Loona, in all her naked glory, grabs him by the collar and pulls him up in her own face with a fierce look, and a strained grin.

“Less talk, more fucking, dickweed!” She growled, and practically ‘tossed’ him aside, before placing her hands on the wall he laid against a moment ago, and plop her thick bee-hind out in the air. Looking over her shoulder with an impatient look, she moves her tail aside to let John have the full view of her private bits, all wet and waiting for him to plow…

“''Peh…'' Don’t have to tell me twice, babe~” John tittered with a grin on his thin lips, before discarding his pants fully and taking up position behind her. Thoughtful to also grab her tail down by the base and yank it a magien, irking out a growled yelp from the female wolf, and a lustful glare. A reminder to her, of whos doing the fucking here.

With his cuck plopped between the crack of her fullmoon, he starts to saw his hips back and fourth. The tip of his crown, teasingling hitching on the edge of Loona’s pulsing entrance, only to repeatedly slide on pass with each stroke. Loona, as one would expect, was getting more and more restless with each teasing feint from the would-be tamer. Yes, she was only getting hotter and hotter for him, but not in the way one would think. If he were to place his hand up on her back and spine, he would find it to be inhumanly hot right there. And had he been more perceptive, he would note how her growls and moans sounded very… ‘Repeated’ so to say.

But none of that was his priority at this moment, no, it was to put this bitch in her place!. And what better way to do that, then to stuff her puppy cave with his thick and viral pride. Doing one final saw motion with his hips, he stops at half on the return to grab his dick and smack her crack with it a few times, before pulling back proper to line up with her clit, electing an impatient yowl from Loona, who in toe tries to engulf his prick then and there. A yank of the tail and a firm smack across her ass put her back in line. “Bad girl! You’ll get the bone when ‘I’ give you it! Got it?” He reprimanded her.

“''Yes daddy…''” She whispers something very quiet to not be heard fully.

*''SMACK!!''* “I didn’t hear that. Say it louder, whore!” He barked after giving her an extra hard hit on her left ass cheek.

“Yes, master!” She barked back in return.

“That’s better… Here’s your reward!” He exclaims, and slams his rod fully inside in one go. Forcing Loona to smash her face into the wall a bit. But that hardly mattered to her as she howled in bliss at finally getting taken.

John starts with a slow but hard rhythm. Pulling far back to then slam right back in, he made the bitch under him whine and growl like the dirty dog she was, and he loved every second of it!. “Aaah, Fuck yeah, stud~! Fuck me hader than that, and i might call you daddy~!” She teased, and held him in place on his next entry by squeezing her warm velvety pussy hard.

“*''Growl''* ''Oooh,'' you sassy little bitch-pup~! Your on!” He proclaims, giving her tail a hard jank while pulling her hips with him, it makes the sassy wolf go wide eyed and howl a little, which John takes advantage off and grabs her by the hair, before pushing her further against the wall when he slammed back again. “Time to show you who the alpha is~” He growled in her ear, and then gave it a nibble.

Letting go of her grip on his pride and joy, John went to town on her as he pleased. And now that he had a firm grip on her head, he let go of her tail in his other hand and gabbed onto her ass instead. Digging his fingers deep, he enjoyed foundling this pudding ass before him, in tandem with his rod rearranging her insides with éach quick and powerful thrust he made. Oh, and also giving that fine rear a good meaty crack periodically, just to enjoy her mind melted yelps and moans.

Pound and pound and pound away, John was like a jackhammer upon Loona’s rear. Wet claps, and Lusty mewls sung through the Alley for any a traveler that may catch the tune of their wild coupling.

But sadly, as the universe is a cruel lord, all good things come to an end eventually. And John’s breaking point was no different.

Taking the final few steps to his peak, John pulls harder on Loona’s hair, which in toe makes her crane her neck in such a manner it looks as if he’s about to snap her head backwards. His other hand was being firmly dug into her thick hip, as he had no intention of leaving this bitch without a pup or two, baking in the oven. And his maw, gritted with the same force as a savage wolf can bite, John could barely keep the howl of passion contained in his throat.

And so, in one final swift, powerful, and wanting thrust, John hilts himself inside Loona’s hound-cave. His knot inflated, it kept him there firmly as he deposited his viral load of swimmers deep inside her hungering womb.

However, he gets lost in the passion of their rumbuctures finally and, once he slammed into her for the last time, instead of pulling on her hair, he instead palms the back of her head and slams her hard into the wall by accident. A few muffled snaps and ‘bzzts’ emanating numbly from her, once her dome got introduced to the cold brick wall.

John does however midt-climaxing notice his blunder, and hisses in empathy while ripping his hand away from her head. “Ah fuck! sorry! You-Mmph good there?” He asks between stifled moans, still very much cumming inside the now stuck still wolf.

No response was given for the next moment, except silence. The only thing that did respond still was Loona’s weirdly ‘vibrating’ pussy around his cuck. But then, a few sparks eject out of her ear again, and this time, John sees it. “The fuck??” He muttered in confusion.

“''Ye-Ye''-Yeah, i-i-i’m fine! fine! fine! fine! You can-''ananan'' be rough with-th me, Maste-Dadd-’Bitch-stud~’ ” She ‘stuttered’, while faintly vibrating all over for a couple of seconds. “Com-Com-Come on and ''F-F-F-''Fuck me again, hot-''sssss-''stuff!”

“''Uuuuuhh…''” Was all he could say, before- ”You are ta-ta-taking ''toooo'' long! Mo-''momomomo''-MOVE Dickward!!” The wolfess barks, and rams her ass full force into John’s pelvis and sending him flying out of her and flat on his ass with a yelp.

“OOW! What the hell, bitch! that hur-''Gah!''” He was about to yell, but was stopped halfway by Loona descending upon him in the blink of an eye. One hand pressed down against his chest, the other groping a tit. And below, a leaking, hot, twat, grinding against his rock hard erection

“''Ma-Ma-Ma-''My ''tuuu-''urn, bitch boyboyboy-''booo-''oy~” She stutteringly growled. Her voice, taking on a shade of reverb through parts of her speech. Not only that, but hearts had now formed where her pupils should have been.

At this moment, John puts two and two together, as his eyes go wide. “W-wa-wait a minute! Y-you were a robot this WHOLE TIME?!?! Aaahh~! “ He barked in realization, only to be pushed down into the velvety bed of pleasure again, when the now revealed-to-be-robot Loona, engulfed his cuck once more and began riding him intensely.

“No, ''stu-stu-stu''-Kkk! Retard!-''ard!-ard!'' My name is- Name is '''[Loona]!'''” She barked again, her speed and force doubling for a moment, before slowing down again when her head does a few static jerky twists, coupled with her eyes glitching for a moment before returning to normal, none heart shaped, eyes. “Don’t fuck with mememememe!. ''I-i-i'' know a psycho ''imp-imp-imp-''imp who’s got a-got a-got an axe-''eeeeee-''Kssh!- I’m gonna''-na-na-gona-a'' fuck you up! Bitch ''booooooo-''Tzzt! Error!” She barked some more, as another handful of sparks shot out of her ears. Picking up the pace once again like before, but now doing so with seemingly no concern for John’s well being. Actively making him feel like he was getting hammered by an industrial hammer, and NOT in the good way.

Soo… John did what any man would do in that situation.

He tries doing everything he can from his pinned position, to get this malfunctioning whore-bot off himself.

But his attempts were stumped, as he just could not remove Loona's hand from his chest. In fact, these attempts only made it worse, as she would dig her claws deeper into him, actually drawing blood, and a pained yowl from John’s lips. Making him curse the foul machine harlot.

The clock was ticking. He felt, very well so, that he soon would lose his lower half, if he didn't do something, NOW.

Reading the room, he notes that the robo-dogo on top of him had a repeating pattern to their bouncing assault. And by every seventh lift-off from his pelvis, they would move up and away further, enough so for his legs to move just enough to bend them a bit.

Soo, counting down from the start of the new cycle, John readies himself to push with all that he can, once the seventh up-go comes.

When the seventh finally arrives, John snarls with a strained voice, as he pushes the wolfess back enough to get his shin and knee pressed up against her stomach, then a shove with said knee, to give him enough room and time to plant his foot under her ribcage, and forcefully kick her off him for good…

And even if it was by accident, once more, John manages to not only kick her away, but also makes her smash the back of her skull against the wall behind her… Man, he really does have bad luck today.

Sliding down the wall til she sat on her ass. Convulsing spasms running through her body, while her face was stuck in a neutral state. Jaw opening and closing like a broken animatronic, as corrupted voice lines play out of her unsynched lips in chaotic symphony.

John takes this moment of her incapacitated state to quickly roll to his side and push himself back on his feet. Hard, wet, cuck swinging down below, tho thankfully deflating due to the ‘danger’ he found himself in. “Bloody Clanker whore!” He barked while locating his pants. He, however, didn’t get further then a few cm, before Loona seemingly broke out of her stupor, and rose back up with a robotic stiffness. “''Shit!'' Stay your ass back, you tin-bitch! I don’t wanna fuck no more, you hear!?” He yelled at the other wolf.

Loona, however, did not adhere to his cancellation of their ‘fun time’. Instead, her head stiffly twisted to him, followed by a few rapid twitches. “''Naa-Naa-aa-''Naa bitch-''bo-bo-''Stud. We are far-far from ''dooooo''-one yetyetyetyetyet-Let me suck on that bone, daddy-''dy-dy-dy-diiiiiiii-''y~” She said, with a glitched smile, which’s features spasmed in it’s efforts to be kept ‘legit’. And following this ‘threat’, the rest of her body turned with the same stiffness as her head, towards him, before marching his way on unstable legs. Her body twitching and shaking more and more with each step she took.

In response, John retreated further into the alley for each step that the rouge android took towards him. Hissing and growling at her to stop and piss off, only for her to deject his words with claims that he wants her real bad, and that she can give him what he needs. At least, that’s what he could make out of her jumbled speech, as most of it was a corrupted mess of other dialogues for other situations and actions.

During his back-peddling through the now narrowing alley, he felt something bumping into his heel. Looking down, he finds the object in question to be a rusty bucket under a broken drainage pipe. The bucket was half-full with some nasty water, but the fact that there was liquid in it at all, gave him an idea… A stupid one, but it’s the best he had right now.

Ducking down he rips the bucket from off the ground, does a rising spin, and splashes the wolf girl with the dirty water.

Once fully drenched, she stops dead her tracks for a moment, then, a few twitches, before spazzing out like mad, as visible electricity dances all over her frame

“Error! Error! Major malfunction-tion''-shiiiii''! Major malf''uuuuuuu-''nction! System damage ''deeeee-''Kkk! -ss beyond ''self-self-self'' repair-''air-air-aaaaaa-''Bzzt! Pl-Please ''shut-shut-shut-shut-''shuSYTEMOVERLOOOO- Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck memememememememe-''Eeeeeeehhhhhh''” Blurted out from her open maw, as she did the dance of a breaking down machine

“E-E_e-E-EEErrriiIIEEee-Ejec-cec-ject-jectiiiiiiiii-ing!!” *''Psht-Bof!''* A rectangular shaped board ejects from her chest, and it came out sparking like a christmas tree. Catching a few glimpses through the crack between the board and her shell, it was as much a lightshow inside her as the board outside was, if not more severe.

Her face was no different from the rest of her bod. One eye wide open and spinning around in its socket, and the other being a glitchy lazy-eye that made her look as if lobotomized. Her voice, crackling and popping in un-hammonious pitch and volume, as line upon line and upon lines, fused together into a mesh of varying personalities that contradict one anothers’ parameters of self. A fact, that would seem to not go unnoticed by whatever control system that still ran, as each deviation from the persona that John had met them as, would cause sparks to fly out of one of her ears as the system tried to right the grammar leakage. But since she was going faster and faster, both her ears were close to becoming makeshift spark fountains at this point.

Then she stops wandering back and forth, and starts walking towards John again, each static step now having a 2-3 second interval between each other. John readied the rusty bucket in his hands, ready to smack her across the head with it, before a cascade of small pops and explosions ran across parts of the malfunctioning robo-dogo’s form a few seconds later. Making him recoil from the sudden implosions, and even make him drop the bucket.

Left hip blows open, as wires are exposed, and damaged hydraulic pipes spray their contents. Right side of her middle blows off together with bits and pieces of high-tech looking stuff and singed synth flesh. Chest board thing gets kicked out from its spot between her leaking tits by another explosion behind it, and now hangs by threaded wires on the verge of snapping. And then, up at her head, her eyes go to opposite corners, her maw opens to let out a digitized bark and woof, and then her whole face explodes.

John covers his face from the initial shrapnel, before looking back at the smoking canine before him. Once the smoke that was obscuring her head finally subsided, he got introduced to the unnerving, yet rather goofy looking thing, which was Loona’s scorched endoskeleton face.

One eye now hung by a wire, while the other still sat where it should, just now glitchingly trying to roll further up then it can. The cage-y looking rectangle that used to be the top of her mouth, was now warped by the explosion, while the jaw seems to have been blown fully off. But that didn’t stop the motor and platform that held it, from wriggling up and down slowly.

Said face sparked and squirted whatever lubricant it used as saliva, while the body itself spashemed now and again from the total system overload that transpired. A loose wire and another crossed at one point, as their right leg twitched for a moment, before doing one high kick, and then causing the whole simmering body to fall over from the sodden lack of support. Landing with a heavy ‘clunk’, while her ‘hard drive’ got flung off her chest upon her fall and landing, as it skittered along for a couple of seconds before falling flat and spitting out one last spark.

John looks down on the still twitching hound with bewilderment, then shifts his gaze to the rusty bucket. Silence reigned for a good minute, until John couldn’t help but say out loud his thoughts. “...Is everything in this district really ‘THIS’ cheap?”

A bucket of dirty water was really all it took to break a sex-bot here?. Now, given what just happened, he wasn’t gonna complain ‘half’ as much, but that kinda thing still just seems like the biggest kind of scam-move one can pull on people.

He didn’t ponder on the rotten morality of this kind of business practice for long, and instead goes to grab and thereafter put on his pants again.

“'''WHAT IN SATAN’S AS CRACK IS GOING HERE!!!'''” A very pissed sounding fella yells from where he and Loona came from, while he was only half way into his pants

Spinning around once he had pulle them up fully, he saw a… Short, horned, red dude in a trenchcoat, with some kind of… ‘Card motif’ tattooed on his forehead?. And he did not look pleased at the scene before him, whatsoever….

''<nowiki>*GASP*</nowiki>'' “Lulu!! ''Oooh'' '''GAWD!'''” He cried out, before running over to the defunct Loona and falling to his knees before her. “''Aaahh!'' My poor sweet girl! what have they done to you! ''Waaaahaahaahaaaa!...''” He cried some more, holding up the dog’s glitched hand and rubbing his cheek against it, while bawling his eyes out.

John just looked on with a pinge of regret, and scratched the back of his head while looking away awkwardly from the grieving man… Sooo, not to bother the guy anymore, he decides to slowly leave the alley befor-”'''''YYYOOOUUUU!!!'''''” The red guy snarled as his attention snapped to John. “You motherfucking '''FUCKER!!!'''” He then bellows, before pulling out a gold crested flintlock of all things from his coat, and aims right at John’s face.

“OH-pf-Fuck! thssS-SHIT!” He yells in panic, before falling over something just in time to dodge the bullet, as it ricochets off the brick wall further down the path.

“'''''Waaaaaa!!'''''” John screams, as he scurries off the floor and books it outta there like a bat outta hell.

“'''YEAH!!''' You better fucking run you stupid bitch-mutt!! Hope to GOD that i never find your sorry ass again!! Or else i’ll tear your '''FUCKING BALLS OFF!!!'''” The Guy roars, before tossing the spent gun after the fleeing wolfman, only for it to flop onto the floor a couple of meters away.

[The End]

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2026-06-27T16:32:41Z

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[[Category:Anthroid]] [[Category:furry]] [[Category:Malfunction]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Broken]] [[Category:Human]]

It’s another beautiful day in the busy city of Krakton.

And today was a very special one indeed, for a certain wolf pushing de thirties.
John, a wolfman working for a delivery service, was on his way to one of the three red-light districts in town, as he had some spare bucks to burn here on his day off.

As he sat in the bus, looking out of the window all pondering, he mumbled to himself, pessimistically. “I wonder if there’s even gonna be anyone to my taste…”. With a sigh, he taps his lap to the tune of a song he likes, while waiting for his stop to arrive.

You see, John here was a bit of a… ‘''purist''’ for a lack of a better term. Not to say that he’s racist, no no, rather that he only fancied females of his own kind, or just any that were in the canid family. He has tried getting it on with a few other girls from other races, but ended up losing the drive half-way into the action of things, which for the most part resulted in the one he was balls deep in, calling him less than pleasant things… Or just outright slapping him across the face and calling him a ‘limp-dick bitch’.

It was only when he was doing it with another wolf that he would not only finish the fight, but also go Beyond that. A few times, he broke these ‘bitches’ in so good, that they wanted to be his girlfriend, or outright wanted to get married right there and then. Like they were bewitched by a spell.

Of course, he told them off. Most of them were just one-time flings, or fuck-buddys he had on speed-dail, and vies-versa. He didn’t know them well enough to have such commitment just because he gave them a good thraging.

Stepping off the bus and standing at the entrance to the district, John looked down through the lightly crimson colored street, which ran for a good km. Brimming with people of all shapes and sizes, and those who too were there for the same reasons as himself.

This was his first time in a place like this. A recommendation was it, by one of his co-workers. They kept on singing praises of how it was ‘the best hole of holes a man could dream of!’ and ‘The whores there suck like real succubi!’. The other guys just shuck their heads and rolled eyes whenever the guy pops off on that topic. Most of John’s co-workers were older fellas who were married, so they didn’t really wanna hear all that ‘promotional’ talk about a street of ‘top tier’ sluts that'd be more than happy to help get their willies wet… They had loving wives at home who could do that twice better than any whore ever could.

But John tho, he wasn't a married man… ‘Yet’. No, he was a horny man seeking his fix of the week. Hell, after he had asked about a few details about the place from said co-worker, he went and blue-balled himself up to this day… All he hoped for on this day of sinful conduct, was that he at least finds ‘A’ dog folk whore amongst the crowd of whores roaming the street… His balls would probably fall off on the way back home, if he didn’t get any kind of relief by day’s end.

Wandering on through, he sees a variety of scantily clad women, and even more so men, huddled up against various walls, buildings, and even a van or five. The stench of cigs was strong on some, while others were in the midst of enjoying one, as they waited for their next buyer.

A few gave him some teasing enticements as he passed by. One gave him a wink and a blow-kiss, another flashed him with their big pair of mellons, and then there was one of the male prostitutes who were extra bold, and flashed him with their flaccid dick. That last one was a wolf like him, and they seemed Very interested in John, as they had this look in their eyes, which John knew very well what it meant when it’s from a wolf, and therefore upped his speed a little extra…

An hour he spent, looking around the district for anyone of worth. And in this time, he also took a stroll into a few of the multitude of stores that made up this place. These few he entered, tho, were, as one would expect, ‘kink themed’ so to say. A BDSM store here. A ‘toy’ store there, where a girl could get all that she needed to do some proper pegging. And even one of MANY doll stores that plagued this street. And by whatever god there may be, those dolls they sold were the cheapest garbage imaginable, like, V1 or even V2 models from like 20-30 years ago!

But besides all that, all in all, this trip has only appeared more and more to have been a complete waste of his time.

However, After passing by a vigorously rocking van, with muffled moans to boot, he spots someone who catches his attention immediately.

Leaning up against the wall to a back alley, with a less than amused look on their face as they fiddled with their phone, was a prime subject of a white and black furred wolf girl. She, like all the other ‘workers’ here, was also skintly clad, and if John had to guess just from the trend going around in this place, she was a hooker no doubt.

Looking down further the street, John looks if he could spot any other wolf or dog-like person out of the hooker assortment patrolling the street, only to find none of the sort…

With a shake of the head, and a ‘hmph’, John moves towards the hooker in his sight, deciding to take a jab at the lady wolf and see what happens.

The woman doesn’t seem to pay his approach any mind, merely kept her eyes glued to the phone in her hand with that same angry-yet-bored look. Once he stands with only a long step between them, and, after a moment of still no reaction, clears his throat, does the wolf girl lift her gaze from her phone, and places it upon him. “The fuck you want, dickhead?” She vulgarly asked.

Taken aback a bit by the sodden insult, John lost his words for a moment as he tried to say something. “What? You retarded or something? If you wanna waste time, then go bother someone else you dumb fuck!” She growled, which only gave John more whiplash from the out-of-the-blue hostility.

“Come on, Get! Or i’ll get da- I mean Blitzs! to come and pop a cap in your…” The girl pauses for a sec, then blinks a few times, before her eyes shoot down for a moment, then looks up at him again and starts to slowly grin. “Aaaah, I see now… you're a horny bitch boy, ain’t cha?” She asks. John, still bamboozled, manages to get a “What” out, before her free hand flies down and starts grouping the bulge that has appeared in his pants. “You looking for a tight little hole to stuff your pathetic little dick into, ay? Some little slut that likes taking small gnome dicks like yours, hmm?~” She degradingly continues her inquiry, now all up in his face and squeezing his crutch more.

John squirms in her grasp a little, before shooting her a fierce, yet tempered look through narrowed eyes. “Ghk-It isn’t THAT small… Bitch” He growls back. Showing a little teeth in the process.

She lets go, “Hm! Prove it then, ‘''Bitch-boy~''’... Follow me” She ordered as she turned around, and headed into the alleyway around the corner. Her tail brushing across John’s face to further rail him up, which worked like a charm as he growled out of instinct, and followed suit shortly after.

Maybe this trip wasn't a waste after all…

Once they were alone in the vacant, damp alleyway. Hiding behind a dumpster so they wouldn’t be seen so much by a random stranger. The next ten seconds were like a blur for the wolf man, as he now stood leaning back-to-wall, with ‘Loona’ as she calls herself, sitting on her knees and with his half-erect, and growing, rod rubbing against her cheek. Staring up at him with a bratty look and a small grin, while squeezing his balls impatiently so the main event would come out faster.

When finally he was at full mast, Loona gave but a little ounce of impressment at his size, in the form of her eyes mockingly widening a small margin as she chuckled. “Well, well… Looks like you weren’t kidding. But i’ve seen better~” She teased, and grabbed his red-rocket fully before giving the tip a long, warm, wet, lick.

“Heh heh heh. Now then, I wonder if your virgin ass knows how to-” John stops her mid-talk when he grabs the top of her scalp, and slams her snout first into his crotch, and stuffing his cuck so far down her bratty throat, she lets out a shocked gurgle.

“This isn’t the first time I've tamed a bitch, but a ‘Sassy’ one will be the first for sure!” He growled. Loona glared up at him with what looked like anger, but was actually a challenging look that he could try. And try he certainly would… “Start sucking then, whore”

And suck she did, but not without adding a bit of teeth to the experience as retaliation for the rough handling. But John seemed to hardly mind the extra bit of wildness.

Bobbing back and forth on his rod, John lets out a satisfied growl as he slumps against the wall. But his grip on Loona’s head never loosened. He’s dealt with spicy bitches before aplenty, to know never to let go of the ‘leash’ he has on them. Last time he did so ended with him becoming the sub… And he would rather not find out what this slut has in store if he did it again.

However, soon after, he found himself at the edge of orgasm. ‘Already?’ he thought. It usually takes at least a few minutes longer than this before he blows. Maybe it had something to do with how ‘uncannely’ good Loona’s maw felt. Or maybe it was the warmth of it, which felt ‘different’ to any of the other girls he got a BJ from. Whatever the case, he was about to blow, and no manner of pondering was gonna stop that.

With gritted teeth and a throaty growl, John grabs Loona’s head with both hands, pushes her head back til the tip of his dick was on her lips, before not only ripping her back, but also thrusting his hips into her face at the same time. Resulting in an audible clap, followed by John’s moaning growl of ecstasy, as he fills her gut full.

He came so much and so hard in fact, that some of his seed spilled back out of Loona’s nose. But, if his eyes were not closed at this time, nor his ears deafened by the height of his release. He would have heard a low ‘Bzzt!’ and seen a few sparks ejecting out of the wolfes’s ear.

Falling back against the wall. His arms limply lets go of Loona’s head as his dick slides cleanly out from her frozen maw and body. Eyes still closed, he does not see how she sits before him, maw wide and eyes wide. But her eyes were not of shock, but rather calculation, as they ‘twisted’ a little in their sockets, before another spark shut out of their ear again, and their head twitched one-two times. Their maw snaps shut with a slight metallic cling, before their face morphs into an infatuated one, as she looks back up at John. Head doing one more twitch before the wolfman finally opens his eyes to look down at her.

“''Huff… huf…'' Heh, you look like you loved it, bitch… Was it really that easy to tame you?” he remarked.

Loona doesn’t answer at first before a few seconds later once a little, almost silent, beep, sounds in her head. “Hmmm, Only half, ‘bitch-stud’. Takes a bit more than cumming in my throat to make me submit~” She hums with that rebellious tone still lingering in her, as she gets off of the ground and starts taking her clothes off.

“''Oooh?'' So now i’ve been promoted from bitch-boy to bitch-stud. Ha! Must’ve really rocked your world for you to give me such an hon-” Now it was his turn to get shut-upped, as Loona, in all her naked glory, grabs him by the collar and pulls him up in her own face with a fierce look, and a strained grin.

“Less talk, more fucking, dickweed!” She growled, and practically ‘tossed’ him aside, before placing her hands on the wall he laid against a moment ago, and plop her thick bee-hind out in the air. Looking over her shoulder with an impatient look, she moves her tail aside to let John have the full view of her private bits, all wet and waiting for him to plow…

“''Peh…'' Don’t have to tell me twice, babe~” John tittered with a grin on his thin lips, before discarding his pants fully and taking up position behind her. Thoughtful to also grab her tail down by the base and yank it a magien, irking out a growled yelp from the female wolf, and a lustful glare. A reminder to her, of whos doing the fucking here.

With his cuck plopped between the crack of her fullmoon, he starts to saw his hips back and fourth. The tip of his crown, teasingling hitching on the edge of Loona’s pulsing entrance, only to repeatedly slide on pass with each stroke. Loona, as one would expect, was getting more and more restless with each teasing feint from the would-be tamer. Yes, she was only getting hotter and hotter for him, but not in the way one would think. If he were to place his hand up on her back and spine, he would find it to be inhumanly hot right there. And had he been more perceptive, he would note how her growls and moans sounded very… ‘Repeated’ so to say.

But none of that was his priority at this moment, no, it was to put this bitch in her place!. And what better way to do that, then to stuff her puppy cave with his thick and viral pride. Doing one final saw motion with his hips, he stops at half on the return to grab his dick and smack her crack with it a few times, before pulling back proper to line up with her clit, electing an impatient yowl from Loona, who in toe tries to engulf his prick then and there. A yank of the tail and a firm smack across her ass put her back in line. “Bad girl! You’ll get the bone when ‘I’ give you it! Got it?” He reprimanded her.

“''Yes daddy…''” She whispers something very quiet to not be heard fully.

*''SMACK!!''* “I didn’t hear that. Say it louder, whore!” He barked after giving her an extra hard hit on her left ass cheek.

“Yes, master!” She barked back in return.

“That’s better… Here’s your reward!” He exclaims, and slams his rod fully inside in one go. Forcing Loona to smash her face into the wall a bit. But that hardly mattered to her as she howled in bliss at finally getting taken.

John starts with a slow but hard rhythm. Pulling far back to then slam right back in, he made the bitch under him whine and growl like the dirty dog she was, and he loved every second of it!. “Aaah, Fuck yeah, stud~! Fuck me hader than that, and i might call you daddy~!” She teased, and held him in place on his next entry by squeezing her warm velvety pussy hard.

“*''Growl''* ''Oooh,'' you sassy little bitch-pup~! Your on!” He proclaims, giving her tail a hard jank while pulling her hips with him, it makes the sassy wolf go wide eyed and howl a little, which John takes advantage off and grabs her by the hair, before pushing her further against the wall when he slammed back again. “Time to show you who the alpha is~” He growled in her ear, and then gave it a nibble.

Letting go of her grip on his pride and joy, John went to town on her as he pleased. And now that he had a firm grip on her head, he let go of her tail in his other hand and gabbed onto her ass instead. Digging his fingers deep, he enjoyed foundling this pudding ass before him, in tandem with his rod rearranging her insides with éach quick and powerful thrust he made. Oh, and also giving that fine rear a good meaty crack periodically, just to enjoy her mind melted yelps and moans.

Pound and pound and pound away, John was like a jackhammer upon Loona’s rear. Wet claps, and Lusty mewls sung through the Alley for any a traveler that may catch the tune of their wild coupling.

But sadly, as the universe is a cruel lord, all good things come to an end eventually. And John’s breaking point was no different.

Taking the final few steps to his peak, John pulls harder on Loona’s hair, which in toe makes her crane her neck in such a manner it looks as if he’s about to snap her head backwards. His other hand was being firmly dug into her thick hip, as he had no intention of leaving this bitch without a pup or two, baking in the oven. And his maw, gritted with the same force as a savage wolf can bite, John could barely keep the howl of passion contained in his throat.

And so, in one final swift, powerful, and wanting thrust, John hilts himself inside Loona’s hound-cave. His knot inflated, it kept him there firmly as he deposited his viral load of swimmers deep inside her hungering womb.

However, he gets lost in the passion of their rumbuctures finally and, once he slammed into her for the last time, instead of pulling on her hair, he instead palms the back of her head and slams her hard into the wall by accident. A few muffled snaps and ‘bzzts’ emanating numbly from her, once her dome got introduced to the cold brick wall.

John does however midt-climaxing notice his blunder, and hisses in empathy while ripping his hand away from her head. “Ah fuck! sorry! You-Mmph good there?” He asks between stifled moans, still very much cumming inside the now stuck still wolf.

No response was given for the next moment, except silence. The only thing that did respond still was Loona’s weirdly ‘vibrating’ pussy around his cuck. But then, a few sparks eject out of her ear again, and this time, John sees it. “The fuck??” He muttered in confusion.

“''Ye-Ye''-Yeah, i-i-i’m fine! fine! fine! fine! You can-''ananan'' be rough with-th me, Maste-Dadd-’Bitch-stud~’ ” She ‘stuttered’, while faintly vibrating all over for a couple of seconds. “Com-Com-Come on and ''F-F-F-''Fuck me again, hot-''sssss-''stuff!”

“''Uuuuuhh…''” Was all he could say, before- ”You are ta-ta-taking ''toooo'' long! Mo-''momomomo''-MOVE Dickward!!” The wolfess barks, and rams her ass full force into John’s pelvis and sending him flying out of her and flat on his ass with a yelp.

“OOW! What the hell, bitch! that hur-''Gah!''” He was about to yell, but was stopped halfway by Loona descending upon him in the blink of an eye. One hand pressed down against his chest, the other groping a tit. And below, a leaking, hot, twat, grinding against his rock hard erection

“''Ma-Ma-Ma-''My ''tuuu-''urn, bitch boyboyboy-''booo-''oy~” She stutteringly growled. Her voice, taking on a shade of reverb through parts of her speech. Not only that, but hearts had now formed where her pupils should have been.

At this moment, John puts two and two together, as his eyes go wide. “W-wa-wait a minute! Y-you were a robot this WHOLE TIME?!?! Aaahh~! “ He barked in realization, only to be pushed down into the velvety bed of pleasure again, when the now revealed-to-be-robot Loona, engulfed his cuck once more and began riding him intensely.

“No, ''stu-stu-stu''-Kkk! Retard!-''ard!-ard!'' My name is- Name is '''[Loona]!'''” She barked again, her speed and force doubling for a moment, before slowing down again when her head does a few static jerky twists, coupled with her eyes glitching for a moment before returning to normal, none heart shaped, eyes. “Don’t fuck with mememememe!. ''I-i-i'' know a psycho ''imp-imp-imp-''imp who’s got a-got a-got an axe-''eeeeee-''Kssh!- I’m gonna''-na-na-gona-a'' fuck you up! Bitch ''booooooo-''Tzzt! Error!” She barked some more, as another handful of sparks shot out of her ears. Picking up the pace once again like before, but now doing so with seemingly no concern for John’s well being. Actively making him feel like he was getting hammered by an industrial hammer, and NOT in the good way.

Soo… John did what any man would do in that situation.

He tries doing everything he can from his pinned position, to get this malfunctioning whore-bot off himself.

But his attempts were stumped, as he just could not remove Loona's hand from his chest. In fact, these attempts only made it worse, as she would dig her claws deeper into him, actually drawing blood, and a pained yowl from John’s lips. Making him curse the foul machine harlot.

The clock was ticking. He felt, very well so, that he soon would lose his lower half, if he didn't do something, NOW.

Reading the room, he notes that the robo-dogo on top of him had a repeating pattern to their bouncing assault. And by every seventh lift-off from his pelvis, they would move up and away further, enough so for his legs to move just enough to bend them a bit.

Soo, counting down from the start of the new cycle, John readies himself to push with all that he can, once the seventh up-go comes.

When the seventh finally arrives, John snarls with a strained voice, as he pushes the wolfess back enough to get his shin and knee pressed up against her stomach, then a shove with said knee, to give him enough room and time to plant his foot under her ribcage, and forcefully kick her off him for good…

And even if it was by accident, once more, John manages to not only kick her away, but also makes her smash the back of her skull against the wall behind her… Man, he really does have bad luck today.

Sliding down the wall til she sat on her ass. Convulsing spasms running through her body, while her face was stuck in a neutral state. Jaw opening and closing like a broken animatronic, as corrupted voice lines play out of her unsynched lips in chaotic symphony.

John takes this moment of her incapacitated state to quickly roll to his side and push himself back on his feet. Hard, wet, cuck swinging down below, tho thankfully deflating due to the ‘danger’ he found himself in. “Bloody Clanker whore!” He barked while locating his pants. He, however, didn’t get further then a few cm, before Loona seemingly broke out of her stupor, and rose back up with a robotic stiffness. “''Shit!'' Stay your ass back, you tin-bitch! I don’t wanna fuck no more, you hear!?” He yelled at the other wolf.

Loona, however, did not adhere to his cancellation of their ‘fun time’. Instead, her head stiffly twisted to him, followed by a few rapid twitches. “''Naa-Naa-aa-''Naa bitch-''bo-bo-''Stud. We are far-far from ''dooooo''-one yetyetyetyetyet-Let me suck on that bone, daddy-''dy-dy-dy-diiiiiiii-''y~” She said, with a glitched smile, which’s features spasmed in it’s efforts to be kept ‘legit’. And following this ‘threat’, the rest of her body turned with the same stiffness as her head, towards him, before marching his way on unstable legs. Her body twitching and shaking more and more with each step she took.

In response, John retreated further into the alley for each step that the rouge android took towards him. Hissing and growling at her to stop and piss off, only for her to deject his words with claims that he wants her real bad, and that she can give him what he needs. At least, that’s what he could make out of her jumbled speech, as most of it was a corrupted mess of other dialogues for other situations and actions.

During his back-peddling through the now narrowing alley, he felt something bumping into his heel. Looking down, he finds the object in question to be a rusty bucket under a broken drainage pipe. The bucket was half-full with some nasty water, but the fact that there was liquid in it at all, gave him an idea… A stupid one, but it’s the best he had right now.

Ducking down he rips the bucket from off the ground, does a rising spin, and splashes the wolf girl with the dirty water.

Once fully drenched, she stops dead her tracks for a moment, then, a few twitches, before spazzing out like mad, as visible electricity dances all over her frame

“Error! Error! Major malfunction-tion''-shiiiii''! Major malf''uuuuuuu-''nction! System damage ''deeeee-''Kkk! -ss beyond ''self-self-self'' repair-''air-air-aaaaaa-''Bzzt! Pl-Please ''shut-shut-shut-shut-''shuSYTEMOVERLOOOO- Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck memememememememe-''Eeeeeeehhhhhh''” Blurted out from her open maw, as she did the dance of a breaking down machine

“E-E_e-E-EEErrriiIIEEee-Ejec-cec-ject-jectiiiiiiiii-ing!!” *''Psht-Bof!''* A rectangular shaped board ejects from her chest, and it came out sparking like a christmas tree. Catching a few glimpses through the crack between the board and her shell, it was as much a lightshow inside her as the board outside was, if not more severe.

Her face was no different from the rest of her bod. One eye wide open and spinning around in its socket, and the other being a glitchy lazy-eye that made her look as if lobotomized. Her voice, crackling and popping in un-hammonious pitch and volume, as line upon line and upon lines, fused together into a mesh of varying personalities that contradict one anothers’ parameters of self. A fact, that would seem to not go unnoticed by whatever control system that still ran, as each deviation from the persona that John had met them as, would cause sparks to fly out of one of her ears as the system tried to right the grammar leakage. But since she was going faster and faster, both her ears were close to becoming makeshift spark fountains at this point.

Then she stops wandering back and forth, and starts walking towards John again, each static step now having a 2-3 second interval between each other. John readied the rusty bucket in his hands, ready to smack her across the head with it, before a cascade of small pops and explosions ran across parts of the malfunctioning robo-dogo’s form a few seconds later. Making him recoil from the sudden implosions, and even make him drop the bucket.

Left hip blows open, as wires are exposed, and damaged hydraulic pipes spray their contents. Right side of her middle blows off together with bits and pieces of high-tech looking stuff and singed synth flesh. Chest board thing gets kicked out from its spot between her leaking tits by another explosion behind it, and now hangs by threaded wires on the verge of snapping. And then, up at her head, her eyes go to opposite corners, her maw opens to let out a digitized bark and woof, and then her whole face explodes.

John covers his face from the initial shrapnel, before looking back at the smoking canine before him. Once the smoke that was obscuring her head finally subsided, he got introduced to the unnerving, yet rather goofy looking thing, which was Loona’s scorched endoskeleton face.

One eye now hung by a wire, while the other still sat where it should, just now glitchingly trying to roll further up then it can. The cage-y looking rectangle that used to be the top of her mouth, was now warped by the explosion, while the jaw seems to have been blown fully off. But that didn’t stop the motor and platform that held it, from wriggling up and down slowly.

Said face sparked and squirted whatever lubricant it used as saliva, while the body itself spashemed now and again from the total system overload that transpired. A loose wire and another crossed at one point, as their right leg twitched for a moment, before doing one high kick, and then causing the whole simmering body to fall over from the sodden lack of support. Landing with a heavy ‘clunk’, while her ‘hard drive’ got flung off her chest upon her fall and landing, as it skittered along for a couple of seconds before falling flat and spitting out one last spark.

John looks down on the still twitching hound with bewilderment, then shifts his gaze to the rusty bucket. Silence reigned for a good minute, until John couldn’t help but say out loud his thoughts. “...Is everything in this district really ‘THIS’ cheap?”

A bucket of dirty water was really all it took to break a sex-bot here?. Now, given what just happened, he wasn’t gonna complain ‘half’ as much, but that kinda thing still just seems like the biggest kind of scam-move one can pull on people.

He didn’t ponder on the rotten morality of this kind of business practice for long, and instead goes to grab and thereafter put on his pants again.

“'''WHAT IN SATAN’S AS CRACK IS GOING HERE!!!'''” A very pissed sounding fella yells from where he and Loona came from, while he was only half way into his pants

Spinning around once he had pulle them up fully, he saw a… Short, horned, red dude in a trenchcoat, with some kind of… ‘Card motif’ tattooed on his forehead?. And he did not look pleased at the scene before him, whatsoever….

''<nowiki>*GASP*</nowiki>'' “Lulu!! ''Oooh'' '''GAWD!'''” He cried out, before running over to the defunct Loona and falling to his knees before her. “''Aaahh!'' My poor sweet girl! what have they done to you! ''Waaaahaahaahaaaa!...''” He cried some more, holding up the dog’s glitched hand and rubbing his cheek against it, while bawling his eyes out.

John just looked on with a pinge of regret, and scratched the back of his head while looking away awkwardly from the grieving man… Sooo, not to bother the guy anymore, he decides to slowly leave the alley befor-”'''''YYYOOOUUUU!!!'''''” The red guy snarled as his attention snapped to John. “You motherfucking '''FUCKER!!!'''” He then bellows, before pulling out a gold crested flintlock of all things from his coat, and aims right at John’s face.

“OH-pf-Fuck! thssS-SHIT!” He yells in panic, before falling over something just in time to dodge the bullet, as it ricochets off the brick wall further down the path.

“'''''Waaaaaa!!'''''” John screams, as he scurries off the floor and books it outta there like a bat outta hell.

“'''YEAH!!''' You better fucking run you stupid bitch-mutt!! Hope to GOD that i never find your sorry ass again!! Or else i’ll tear your '''FUCKING BALLS OFF!!!'''” The Guy roars, before tossing the spent gun after the fleeing wolfman, only for it to flop onto the floor a couple of meters away.

[The End]

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2026-06-27T16:32:10Z

Captain villain88:

[[Category:Anthroid]] [[Category:furry]] [[Category:Malfunction]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Broken]] [[Category:Human]]

It’s another beautiful day in the busy city of Krakton.

And today was a very special one indeed, for a certain wolf pushing de thirties.
John, a wolfman working for a delivery service, was on his way to one of the three red-light districts in town, as he had some spare bucks to burn here on his day off.

As he sat in the bus, looking out of the window all pondering, he mumbled to himself, pessimistically. “I wonder if there’s even gonna be anyone to my taste…”. With a sigh, he taps his lap to the tune of a song he likes, while waiting for his stop to arrive.

You see, John here was a bit of a… ‘''purist''’ for a lack of a better term. Not to say that he’s racist, no no, rather that he only fancied females of his own kind, or just any that were in the canid family. He has tried getting it on with a few other girls from other races, but ended up losing the drive half-way into the action of things, which for the most part resulted in the one he was balls deep in, calling him less than pleasant things… Or just outright slapping him across the face and calling him a ‘limp-dick bitch’.

It was only when he was doing it with another wolf that he would not only finish the fight, but also go Beyond that. A few times, he broke these ‘bitches’ in so good, that they wanted to be his girlfriend, or outright wanted to get married right there and then. Like they were bewitched by a spell.

Of course, he told them off. Most of them were just one-time flings, or fuck-buddys he had on speed-dail, and vies-versa. He didn’t know them well enough to have such commitment just because he gave them a good thraging.

Stepping off the bus and standing at the entrance to the district, John looked down through the lightly crimson colored street, which ran for a good km. Brimming with people of all shapes and sizes, and those who too were there for the same reasons as himself.

This was his first time in a place like this. A recommendation was it, by one of his co-workers. They kept on singing praises of how it was ‘the best hole of holes a man could dream of!’ and ‘The whores there suck like real succubi!’. The other guys just shuck their heads and rolled eyes whenever the guy pops off on that topic. Most of John’s co-workers were older fellas who were married, so they didn’t really wanna hear all that ‘promotional’ talk about a street of ‘top tier’ sluts that'd be more than happy to help get their willies wet… They had loving wives at home who could do that twice better than any whore ever could.

But John tho, he wasn't a married man… ‘Yet’. No, he was a horny man seeking his fix of the week. Hell, after he had asked about a few details about the place from said co-worker, he went and blue-balled himself up to this day… All he hoped for on this day of sinful conduct, was that he at least finds ‘A’ dog folk whore amongst the crowd of whores roaming the street… His balls would probably fall off on the way back home, if he didn’t get any kind of relief by day’s end.

Wandering on through, he sees a variety of scantily clad women, and even more so men, huddled up against various walls, buildings, and even a van or five. The stench of cigs was strong on some, while others were in the midst of enjoying one, as they waited for their next buyer.

A few gave him some teasing enticements as he passed by. One gave him a wink and a blow-kiss, another flashed him with their big pair of mellons, and then there was one of the male prostitutes who were extra bold, and flashed him with their flaccid dick. That last one was a wolf like him, and they seemed Very interested in John, as they had this look in their eyes, which John knew very well what it meant when it’s from a wolf, and therefore upped his speed a little extra…

An hour he spent, looking around the district for anyone of worth. And in this time, he also took a stroll into a few of the multitude of stores that made up this place. These few he entered, tho, were, as one would expect, ‘kink themed’ so to say. A BDSM store here. A ‘toy’ store there, where a girl could get all that she needed to do some proper pegging. And even one of MANY doll stores that plagued this street. And by whatever god there may be, those dolls they sold were the cheapest garbage imaginable, like, V1 or even V2 models from like 20-30 years ago!

But besides all that, all in all, this trip has only appeared more and more to have been a complete waste of his time.

However, After passing by a vigorously rocking van, with muffled moans to boot, he spots someone who catches his attention immediately.

Leaning up against the wall to a back alley, with a less than amused look on their face as they fiddled with their phone, was a prime subject of a white and black furred wolf girl. She, like all the other ‘workers’ here, was also skintly clad, and if John had to guess just from the trend going around in this place, she was a hooker no doubt.

Looking down further the street, John looks if he could spot any other wolf or dog-like person out of the hooker assortment patrolling the street, only to find none of the sort…

With a shake of the head, and a ‘hmph’, John moves towards the hooker in his sight, deciding to take a jab at the lady wolf and see what happens.

The woman doesn’t seem to pay his approach any mind, merely kept her eyes glued to the phone in her hand with that same angry-yet-bored look. Once he stands with only a long step between them, and, after a moment of still no reaction, clears his throat, does the wolf girl lift her gaze from her phone, and places it upon him. “The fuck you want, dickhead?” She vulgarly asked.

Taken aback a bit by the sodden insult, John lost his words for a moment as he tried to say something. “What? You retarded or something? If you wanna waste time, then go bother someone else you dumb fuck!” She growled, which only gave John more whiplash from the out-of-the-blue hostility.

“Come on, Get! Or i’ll get da- I mean Blitzs! to come and pop a cap in your…” The girl pauses for a sec, then blinks a few times, before her eyes shoot down for a moment, then looks up at him again and starts to slowly grin. “Aaaah, I see now… you're a horny bitch boy, ain’t cha?” She asks. John, still bamboozled, manages to get a “What” out, before her free hand flies down and starts grouping the bulge that has appeared in his pants. “You looking for a tight little hole to stuff your pathetic little dick into, ay? Some little slut that likes taking small gnome dicks like yours, hmm?~” She degradingly continues her inquiry, now all up in his face and squeezing his crutch more.

John squirms in her grasp a little, before shooting her a fierce, yet tempered look through narrowed eyes. “Ghk-It isn’t THAT small… Bitch” He growls back. Showing a little teeth in the process.

She lets go, “Hm! Prove it then, ‘''Bitch-boy~''’... Follow me” She ordered as she turned around, and headed into the alleyway around the corner. Her tail brushing across John’s face to further rail him up, which worked like a charm as he growled out of instinct, and followed suit shortly after.

Maybe this trip wasn't a waste after all…

Once they were alone in the vacant, damp alleyway. Hiding behind a dumpster so they wouldn’t be seen so much by a random stranger. The next ten seconds were like a blur for the wolf man, as he now stood leaning back-to-wall, with ‘Loona’ as she calls herself, sitting on her knees and with his half-erect, and growing, rod rubbing against her cheek. Staring up at him with a bratty look and a small grin, while squeezing his balls impatiently so the main event would come out faster.

When finally he was at full mast, Loona gave but a little ounce of impressment at his size, in the form of her eyes mockingly widening a small margin as she chuckled. “Well, well… Looks like you weren’t kidding. But i’ve seen better~” She teased, and grabbed his red-rocket fully before giving the tip a long, warm, wet, lick.

“Heh heh heh. Now then, I wonder if your virgin ass knows how to-” John stops her mid-talk when he grabs the top of her scalp, and slams her snout first into his crotch, and stuffing his cuck so far down her bratty throat, she lets out a shocked gurgle.

“This isn’t the first time I've tamed a bitch, but a ‘Sassy’ one will be the first for sure!” He growled. Loona glared up at him with what looked like anger, but was actually a challenging look that he could try. And try he certainly would… “Start sucking then, whore”

And suck she did, but not without adding a bit of teeth to the experience as retaliation for the rough handling. But John seemed to hardly mind the extra bit of wildness.

Bobbing back and forth on his rod, John lets out a satisfied growl as he slumps against the wall. But his grip on Loona’s head never loosened. He’s dealt with spicy bitches before aplenty, to know never to let go of the ‘leash’ he has on them. Last time he did so ended with him becoming the sub… And he would rather not find out what this slut has in store if he did it again.

However, soon after, he found himself at the edge of orgasm. ‘Already?’ he thought. It usually takes at least a few minutes longer than this before he blows. Maybe it had something to do with how ‘uncannely’ good Loona’s maw felt. Or maybe it was the warmth of it, which felt ‘different’ to any of the other girls he got a BJ from. Whatever the case, he was about to blow, and no manner of pondering was gonna stop that.

With gritted teeth and a throaty growl, John grabs Loona’s head with both hands, pushes her head back til the tip of his dick was on her lips, before not only ripping her back, but also thrusting his hips into her face at the same time. Resulting in an audible clap, followed by John’s moaning growl of ecstasy, as he fills her gut full.

He came so much and so hard in fact, that some of his seed spilled back out of Loona’s nose. But, if his eyes were not closed at this time, nor his ears deafened by the height of his release. He would have heard a low ‘Bzzt!’ and seen a few sparks ejecting out of the wolfes’s ear.

Falling back against the wall. His arms limply lets go of Loona’s head as his dick slides cleanly out from her frozen maw and body. Eyes still closed, he does not see how she sits before him, maw wide and eyes wide. But her eyes were not of shock, but rather calculation, as they ‘twisted’ a little in their sockets, before another spark shut out of their ear again, and their head twitched one-two times. Their maw snaps shut with a slight metallic cling, before their face morphs into an infatuated one, as she looks back up at John. Head doing one more twitch before the wolfman finally opens his eyes to look down at her.

“''Huff… huf…'' Heh, you look like you loved it, bitch… Was it really that easy to tame you?” he remarked.

Loona doesn’t answer at first before a few seconds later once a little, almost silent, beep, sounds in her head. “Hmmm, Only half, ‘bitch-stud’. Takes a bit more than cumming in my throat to make me submit~” She hums with that rebellious tone still lingering in her, as she gets off of the ground and starts taking her clothes off.

“''Oooh?'' So now i’ve been promoted from bitch-boy to bitch-stud. Ha! Must’ve really rocked your world for you to give me such an hon-” Now it was his turn to get shut-upped, as Loona, in all her naked glory, grabs him by the collar and pulls him up in her own face with a fierce look, and a strained grin.

“Less talk, more fucking, dickweed!” She growled, and practically ‘tossed’ him aside, before placing her hands on the wall he laid against a moment ago, and plop her thick bee-hind out in the air. Looking over her shoulder with an impatient look, she moves her tail aside to let John have the full view of her private bits, all wet and waiting for him to plow…

“''Peh…'' Don’t have to tell me twice, babe~” John tittered with a grin on his thin lips, before discarding his pants fully and taking up position behind her. Thoughtful to also grab her tail down by the base and yank it a magien, irking out a growled yelp from the female wolf, and a lustful glare. A reminder to her, of whos doing the fucking here.

With his cuck plopped between the crack of her fullmoon, he starts to saw his hips back and fourth. The tip of his crown, teasingling hitching on the edge of Loona’s pulsing entrance, only to repeatedly slide on pass with each stroke. Loona, as one would expect, was getting more and more restless with each teasing feint from the would-be tamer. Yes, she was only getting hotter and hotter for him, but not in the way one would think. If he were to place his hand up on her back and spine, he would find it to be inhumanly hot right there. And had he been more perceptive, he would note how her growls and moans sounded very… ‘Repeated’ so to say.

But none of that was his priority at this moment, no, it was to put this bitch in her place!. And what better way to do that, then to stuff her puppy cave with his thick and viral pride. Doing one final saw motion with his hips, he stops at half on the return to grab his dick and smack her crack with it a few times, before pulling back proper to line up with her clit, electing an impatient yowl from Loona, who in toe tries to engulf his prick then and there. A yank of the tail and a firm smack across her ass put her back in line. “Bad girl! You’ll get the bone when ‘I’ give you it! Got it?” He reprimanded her.

“''Yes daddy…''” She whispers something very quiet to not be heard fully.

*''SMACK!!''* “I didn’t hear that. Say it louder, whore!” He barked after giving her an extra hard hit on her left ass cheek.

“Yes, master!” She barked back in return.

“That’s better… Here’s your reward!” He exclaims, and slams his rod fully inside in one go. Forcing Loona to smash her face into the wall a bit. But that hardly mattered to her as she howled in bliss at finally getting taken.

John starts with a slow but hard rhythm. Pulling far back to then slam right back in, he made the bitch under him whine and growl like the dirty dog she was, and he loved every second of it!. “Aaah, Fuck yeah, stud~! Fuck me hader than that, and i might call you daddy~!” She teased, and held him in place on his next entry by squeezing her warm velvety pussy hard.

“*''Growl''* ''Oooh,'' you sassy little bitch-pup~! Your on!” He proclaims, giving her tail a hard jank while pulling her hips with him, it makes the sassy wolf go wide eyed and howl a little, which John takes advantage off and grabs her by the hair, before pushing her further against the wall when he slammed back again. “Time to show you who the alpha is~” He growled in her ear, and then gave it a nibble.

Letting go of her grip on his pride and joy, John went to town on her as he pleased. And now that he had a firm grip on her head, he let go of her tail in his other hand and gabbed onto her ass instead. Digging his fingers deep, he enjoyed foundling this pudding ass before him, in tandem with his rod rearranging her insides with éach quick and powerful thrust he made. Oh, and also giving that fine rear a good meaty crack periodically, just to enjoy her mind melted yelps and moans.

Pound and pound and pound away, John was like a jackhammer upon Loona’s rear. Wet claps, and Lusty mewls sung through the Alley for any a traveler that may catch the tune of their wild coupling.

But sadly, as the universe is a cruel lord, all good things come to an end eventually. And John’s breaking point was no different.

Taking the final few steps to his peak, John pulls harder on Loona’s hair, which in toe makes her crane her neck in such a manner it looks as if he’s about to snap her head backwards. His other hand was being firmly dug into her thick hip, as he had no intention of leaving this bitch without a pup or two, baking in the oven. And his maw, gritted with the same force as a savage wolf can bite, John could barely keep the howl of passion contained in his throat.

And so, in one final swift, powerful, and wanting thrust, John hilts himself inside Loona’s hound-cave. His knot inflated, it kept him there firmly as he deposited his viral load of swimmers deep inside her hungering womb.

However, he gets lost in the passion of their rumbuctures finally and, once he slammed into her for the last time, instead of pulling on her hair, he instead palms the back of her head and slams her hard into the wall by accident. A few muffled snaps and ‘bzzts’ emanating numbly from her, once her dome got introduced to the cold brick wall.

John does however midt-climaxing notice his blunder, and hisses in empathy while ripping his hand away from her head. “Ah fuck! sorry! You-Mmph good there?” He asks between stifled moans, still very much cumming inside the now stuck still wolf.

No response was given for the next moment, except silence. The only thing that did respond still was Loona’s weirdly ‘vibrating’ pussy around his cuck. But then, a few sparks eject out of her ear again, and this time, John sees it. “The fuck??” He muttered in confusion.

“''Ye-Ye''-Yeah, i-i-i’m fine! fine! fine! fine! You can-''ananan'' be rough with-th me, Maste-Dadd-’Bitch-stud~’ ” She ‘stuttered’, while faintly vibrating all over for a couple of seconds. “Com-Com-Come on and ''F-F-F-''Fuck me again, hot-''sssss-''stuff!”

“''Uuuuuhh…''” Was all he could say, before- ”You are ta-ta-taking ''toooo'' long! Mo-''momomomo''-MOVE Dickward!!” The wolfess barks, and rams her ass full force into John’s pelvis and sending him flying out of her and flat on his ass with a yelp.

“OOW! What the hell, bitch! that hur-''Gah!''” He was about to yell, but was stopped halfway by Loona descending upon him in the blink of an eye. One hand pressed down against his chest, the other groping a tit. And below, a leaking, hot, twat, grinding against his rock hard erection

“''Ma-Ma-Ma-''My ''tuuu-''urn, bitch boyboyboy-''booo-''oy~” She stutteringly growled. Her voice, taking on a shade of reverb through parts of her speech. Not only that, but hearts had now formed where her pupils should have been.

At this moment, John puts two and two together, as his eyes go wide. “W-wa-wait a minute! Y-you were a robot this WHOLE TIME?!?! Aaahh~! “ He barked in realization, only to be pushed down into the velvety bed of pleasure again, when the now revealed-to-be-robot Loona, engulfed his cuck once more and began riding him intensely.

“No, ''stu-stu-stu''-Kkk! Retard!-''ard!-ard!'' My name is- Name is '''[Loona]!'''” She barked again, her speed and force doubling for a moment, before slowing down again when her head does a few static jerky twists, coupled with her eyes glitching for a moment before returning to normal, none heart shaped, eyes. “Don’t fuck with mememememe!. ''I-i-i'' know a psycho ''imp-imp-imp-''imp who’s got a-got a-got an axe-''eeeeee-''Kssh!- I’m gonna''-na-na-gona-a'' fuck you up! Bitch ''booooooo-''Tzzt! Error!” She barked some more, as another handful of sparks shot out of her ears. Picking up the pace once again like before, but now doing so with seemingly no concern for John’s well being. Actively making him feel like he was getting hammered by an industrial hammer, and NOT in the good way.

Soo… John did what any man would do in that situation.

He tries doing everything he can from his pinned position, to get this malfunctioning whore-bot off himself.

But his attempts were stumped, as he just could not remove Loona's hand from his chest. In fact, these attempts only made it worse, as she would dig her claws deeper into him, actually drawing blood, and a pained yowl from John’s lips. Making him curse the foul machine harlot.

The clock was ticking. He felt, very well so, that he soon would lose his lower half, if he didn't do something, NOW.

Reading the room, he notes that the robo-dogo on top of him had a repeating pattern to their bouncing assault. And by every seventh lift-off from his pelvis, they would move up and away further, enough so for his legs to move just enough to bend them a bit.

Soo, counting down from the start of the new cycle, John readies himself to push with all that he can, once the seventh up-go comes.

When the seventh finally arrives, John snarls with a strained voice, as he pushes the wolfess back enough to get his shin and knee pressed up against her stomach, then a shove with said knee, to give him enough room and time to plant his foot under her ribcage, and forcefully kick her off him for good…

And even if it was by accident, once more, John manages to not only kick her away, but also makes her smash the back of her skull against the wall behind her… Man, he really does have bad luck today.

Sliding down the wall til she sat on her ass. Convulsing spasms running through her body, while her face was stuck in a neutral state. Jaw opening and closing like a broken animatronic, as corrupted voice lines play out of her unsynched lips in chaotic symphony.

John takes this moment of her incapacitated state to quickly roll to his side and push himself back on his feet. Hard, wet, cuck swinging down below, tho thankfully deflating due to the ‘danger’ he found himself in. “Bloody Clanker whore!” He barked while locating his pants. He, however, didn’t get further then a few cm, before Loona seemingly broke out of her stupor, and rose back up with a robotic stiffness. “''Shit!'' Stay your ass back, you tin-bitch! I don’t wanna fuck no more, you hear!?” He yelled at the other wolf.

Loona, however, did not adhere to his cancellation of their ‘fun time’. Instead, her head stiffly twisted to him, followed by a few rapid twitches. “''Naa-Naa-aa-''Naa bitch-''bo-bo-''Stud. We are far-far from ''dooooo''-one yetyetyetyetyet-Let me suck on that bone, daddy-''dy-dy-dy-diiiiiiii-''y~” She said, with a glitched smile, which’s features spasmed in it’s efforts to be kept ‘legit’. And following this ‘threat’, the rest of her body turned with the same stiffness as her head, towards him, before marching his way on unstable legs. Her body twitching and shaking more and more with each step she took.

In response, John retreated further into the alley for each step that the rouge android took towards him. Hissing and growling at her to stop and piss off, only for her to deject his words with claims that he wants her real bad, and that she can give him what he needs. At least, that’s what he could make out of her jumbled speech, as most of it was a corrupted mess of other dialogues for other situations and actions.

During his back-peddling through the now narrowing alley, he felt something bumping into his heel. Looking down, he finds the object in question to be a rusty bucket under a broken drainage pipe. The bucket was half-full with some nasty water, but the fact that there was liquid in it at all, gave him an idea… A stupid one, but it’s the best he had right now.

Ducking down he rips the bucket from off the ground, does a rising spin, and splashes the wolf girl with the dirty water.

Once fully drenched, she stops dead her tracks for a moment, then, a few twitches, before spazzing out like mad, as visible electricity dances all over her frame

“Error! Error! Major malfunction-tion''-shiiiii''! Major malf''uuuuuuu-''nction! System damage ''deeeee-''Kkk! -ss beyond ''self-self-self'' repair-''air-air-aaaaaa-''Bzzt! Pl-Please ''shut-shut-shut-shut-''shuSYTEMOVERLOOOO- Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck memememememememe-''Eeeeeeehhhhhh''” Blurted out from her open maw, as she did the dance of a breaking down machine

“E-E_e-E-EEErrriiIIEEee-Ejec-cec-ject-jectiiiiiiiii-ing!!” *''Psht-Bof!''* A rectangular shaped board ejects from her chest, and it came out sparking like a christmas tree. Catching a few glimpses through the crack between the board and her shell, it was as much a lightshow inside her as the board outside was, if not more severe.

Her face was no different from the rest of her bod. One eye wide open and spinning around in its socket, and the other being a glitchy lazy-eye that made her look as if lobotomized. Her voice, crackling and popping in un-hammonious pitch and volume, as line upon line and upon lines, fused together into a mesh of varying personalities that contradict one anothers’ parameters of self. A fact, that would seem to not go unnoticed by whatever control system that still ran, as each deviation from the persona that John had met them as, would cause sparks to fly out of one of her ears as the system tried to right the grammar leakage. But since she was going faster and faster, both her ears were close to becoming makeshift spark fountains at this point.

Then she stops wandering back and forth, and starts walking towards John again, each static step now having a 2-3 second interval between each other. John readied the rusty bucket in his hands, ready to smack her across the head with it, before a cascade of small pops and explosions ran across parts of the malfunctioning robo-dogo’s form a few seconds later. Making him recoil from the sudden implosions, and even make him drop the bucket.

Left hip blows open, as wires are exposed, and damaged hydraulic pipes spray their contents. Right side of her middle blows off together with bits and pieces of high-tech looking stuff and singed synth flesh. Chest board thing gets kicked out from its spot between her leaking tits by another explosion behind it, and now hangs by threaded wires on the verge of snapping. And then, up at her head, her eyes go to opposite corners, her maw opens to let out a digitized bark and woof, and then her whole face explodes.

John covers his face from the initial shrapnel, before looking back at the smoking canine before him. Once the smoke that was obscuring her head finally subsided, he got introduced to the unnerving, yet rather goofy looking thing, which was Loona’s scorched endoskeleton face.

One eye now hung by a wire, while the other still sat where it should, just now glitchingly trying to roll further up then it can. The cage-y looking rectangle that used to be the top of her mouth, was now warped by the explosion, while the jaw seems to have been blown fully off. But that didn’t stop the motor and platform that held it, from wriggling up and down slowly.

Said face sparked and squirted whatever lubricant it used as saliva, while the body itself spashemed now and again from the total system overload that transpired. A loose wire and another crossed at one point, as their right leg twitched for a moment, before doing one high kick, and then causing the whole simmering body to fall over from the sodden lack of support. Landing with a heavy ‘clunk’, while her ‘hard drive’ got flung off her chest upon her fall and landing, as it skittered along for a couple of seconds before falling flat and spitting out one last spark.

John looks down on the still twitching hound with bewilderment, then shifts his gaze to the rusty bucket. Silence reigned for a good minute, until John couldn’t help but say out loud his thoughts. “...Is everything in this district really ‘THIS’ cheap?”

A bucket of dirty water was really all it took to break a sex-bot here?. Now, given what just happened, he wasn’t gonna complain ‘half’ as much, but that kinda thing still just seems like the biggest kind of scam-move one can pull on people.

He didn’t ponder on the rotten morality of this kind of business practice for long, and instead goes to grab and thereafter put on his pants again.

“'''WHAT IN SATAN’S AS CRACK IS GOING HERE!!!'''” A very pissed sounding fella yells from where he and Loona came from, while he was only half way into his pants

Spinning around once he had pulle them up fully, he saw a… Short, horned, red dude in a trenchcoat, with some kind of… ‘Card motif’ tattooed on his forehead?. And he did not look pleased at the scene before him, whatsoever….

''<nowiki>*GASP*</nowiki>'' “Lulu!! ''Oooh'' '''GAWD!'''” He cried out, before running over to the defunct Loona and falling to his knees before her. “''Aaahh!'' My poor sweet girl! what have they done to you! ''Waaaahaahaahaaaa!...''” He cried some more, holding up the dog’s glitched hand and rubbing his cheek against it, while bawling his eyes out.

John just looked on with a pinge of regret, and scratched the back of his head while looking away awkwardly from the grieving man… Sooo, not to bother the guy anymore, he decides to slowly leave the alley befor-”'''''YYYOOOUUUU!!!'''''” The red guy snarled as his attention snapped to John. “You motherfucking '''FUCKER!!!'''” He then bellows, before pulling out a gold crested flintlock of all things from his coat, and aims right at John’s face.

“OH-pf-Fuck! thssS-SHIT!” He yells in panic, before falling over something just in time to dodge the bullet, as it ricochets off the brick wall further down the path.

“Waaaaaa!!” John screams, as he scurries off the floor and books it outta there like a bat outta hell.

“'''YEAH!!''' You better fucking run you stupid bitch-mutt!! Hope to GOD that i never find your sorry ass again!! Or else i’ll tear your '''FUCKING BALLS OFF!!!'''” The Guy roars, before tossing the spent gun after the fleeing wolfman, only for it to flop onto the floor a couple of meters away.

[The End]

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2026-06-27T16:31:31Z

Captain villain88:

[[Category:Anthroid]] [[Category:furry]] [[Category:Malfunction]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Broken]] [[Category:Human]]

It’s another beautiful day in the busy city of Krakton.

And today was a very special one indeed, for a certain wolf pushing de thirties.
John, a wolfman working for a delivery service, was on his way to one of the three red-light districts in town, as he had some spare bucks to burn here on his day off.

As he sat in the bus, looking out of the window all pondering, he mumbled to himself, pessimistically. “I wonder if there’s even gonna be anyone to my taste…”. With a sigh, he taps his lap to the tune of a song he likes, while waiting for his stop to arrive.

You see, John here was a bit of a… ‘''purist''’ for a lack of a better term. Not to say that he’s racist, no no, rather that he only fancied females of his own kind, or just any that were in the canid family. He has tried getting it on with a few other girls from other races, but ended up losing the drive half-way into the action of things, which for the most part resulted in the one he was balls deep in, calling him less than pleasant things… Or just outright slapping him across the face and calling him a ‘limp-dick bitch’.

It was only when he was doing it with another wolf that he would not only finish the fight, but also go Beyond that. A few times, he broke these ‘bitches’ in so good, that they wanted to be his girlfriend, or outright wanted to get married right there and then. Like they were bewitched by a spell.

Of course, he told them off. Most of them were just one-time flings, or fuck-buddys he had on speed-dail, and vies-versa. He didn’t know them well enough to have such commitment just because he gave them a good thraging.

Stepping off the bus and standing at the entrance to the district, John looked down through the lightly crimson colored street, which ran for a good km. Brimming with people of all shapes and sizes, and those who too were there for the same reasons as himself.

This was his first time in a place like this. A recommendation was it, by one of his co-workers. They kept on singing praises of how it was ‘the best hole of holes a man could dream of!’ and ‘The whores there suck like real succubi!’. The other guys just shuck their heads and rolled eyes whenever the guy pops off on that topic. Most of John’s co-workers were older fellas who were married, so they didn’t really wanna hear all that ‘promotional’ talk about a street of ‘top tier’ sluts that'd be more than happy to help get their willies wet… They had loving wives at home who could do that twice better than any whore ever could.

But John tho, he wasn't a married man… ‘Yet’. No, he was a horny man seeking his fix of the week. Hell, after he had asked about a few details about the place from said co-worker, he went and blue-balled himself up to this day… All he hoped for on this day of sinful conduct, was that he at least finds ‘A’ dog folk whore amongst the crowd of whores roaming the street… His balls would probably fall off on the way back home, if he didn’t get any kind of relief by day’s end.

Wandering on through, he sees a variety of scantily clad women, and even more so men, huddled up against various walls, buildings, and even a van or five. The stench of cigs was strong on some, while others were in the midst of enjoying one, as they waited for their next buyer.

A few gave him some teasing enticements as he passed by. One gave him a wink and a blow-kiss, another flashed him with their big pair of mellons, and then there was one of the male prostitutes who were extra bold, and flashed him with their flaccid dick. That last one was a wolf like him, and they seemed Very interested in John, as they had this look in their eyes, which John knew very well what it meant when it’s from a wolf, and therefore upped his speed a little extra…

An hour he spent, looking around the district for anyone of worth. And in this time, he also took a stroll into a few of the multitude of stores that made up this place. These few he entered, tho, were, as one would expect, ‘kink themed’ so to say. A BDSM store here. A ‘toy’ store there, where a girl could get all that she needed to do some proper pegging. And even one of MANY doll stores that plagued this street. And by whatever god there may be, those dolls they sold were the cheapest garbage imaginable, like, V1 or even V2 models from like 20-30 years ago!

But besides all that, all in all, this trip has only appeared more and more to have been a complete waste of his time.

However, After passing by a vigorously rocking van, with muffled moans to boot, he spots someone who catches his attention immediately.

Leaning up against the wall to a back alley, with a less than amused look on their face as they fiddled with their phone, was a prime subject of a white and black furred wolf girl. She, like all the other ‘workers’ here, was also skintly clad, and if John had to guess just from the trend going around in this place, she was a hooker no doubt.

Looking down further the street, John looks if he could spot any other wolf or dog-like person out of the hooker assortment patrolling the street, only to find none of the sort…

With a shake of the head, and a ‘hmph’, John moves towards the hooker in his sight, deciding to take a jab at the lady wolf and see what happens.

The woman doesn’t seem to pay his approach any mind, merely kept her eyes glued to the phone in her hand with that same angry-yet-bored look. Once he stands with only a long step between them, and, after a moment of still no reaction, clears his throat, does the wolf girl lift her gaze from her phone, and places it upon him. “The fuck you want, dickhead?” She vulgarly asked.

Taken aback a bit by the sodden insult, John lost his words for a moment as he tried to say something. “What? You retarded or something? If you wanna waste time, then go bother someone else you dumb fuck!” She growled, which only gave John more whiplash from the out-of-the-blue hostility.

“Come on, Get! Or i’ll get da- I mean Blitzs! to come and pop a cap in your…” The girl pauses for a sec, then blinks a few times, before her eyes shoot down for a moment, then looks up at him again and starts to slowly grin. “Aaaah, I see now… you're a horny bitch boy, ain’t cha?” She asks. John, still bamboozled, manages to get a “What” out, before her free hand flies down and starts grouping the bulge that has appeared in his pants. “You looking for a tight little hole to stuff your pathetic little dick into, ay? Some little slut that likes taking small gnome dicks like yours, hmm?~” She degradingly continues her inquiry, now all up in his face and squeezing his crutch more.

John squirms in her grasp a little, before shooting her a fierce, yet tempered look through narrowed eyes. “Ghk-It isn’t THAT small… Bitch” He growls back. Showing a little teeth in the process.

She lets go, “Hm! Prove it then, ‘''Bitch-boy~''’... Follow me” She ordered as she turned around, and headed into the alleyway around the corner. Her tail brushing across John’s face to further rail him up, which worked like a charm as he growled out of instinct, and followed suit shortly after.

Maybe this trip wasn't a waste after all…

Once they were alone in the vacant, damp alleyway. Hiding behind a dumpster so they wouldn’t be seen so much by a random stranger. The next ten seconds were like a blur for the wolf man, as he now stood leaning back-to-wall, with ‘Loona’ as she calls herself, sitting on her knees and with his half-erect, and growing, rod rubbing against her cheek. Staring up at him with a bratty look and a small grin, while squeezing his balls impatiently so the main event would come out faster.

When finally he was at full mast, Loona gave but a little ounce of impressment at his size, in the form of her eyes mockingly widening a small margin as she chuckled. “Well, well… Looks like you weren’t kidding. But i’ve seen better~” She teased, and grabbed his red-rocket fully before giving the tip a long, warm, wet, lick.

“Heh heh heh. Now then, I wonder if your virgin ass knows how to-” John stops her mid-talk when he grabs the top of her scalp, and slams her snout first into his crotch, and stuffing his cuck so far down her bratty throat, she lets out a shocked gurgle.

“This isn’t the first time I've tamed a bitch, but a ‘Sassy’ one will be the first for sure!” He growled. Loona glared up at him with what looked like anger, but was actually a challenging look that he could try. And try he certainly would… “Start sucking then, whore”

And suck she did, but not without adding a bit of teeth to the experience as retaliation for the rough handling. But John seemed to hardly mind the extra bit of wildness.

Bobbing back and forth on his rod, John lets out a satisfied growl as he slumps against the wall. But his grip on Loona’s head never loosened. He’s dealt with spicy bitches before aplenty, to know never to let go of the ‘leash’ he has on them. Last time he did so ended with him becoming the sub… And he would rather not find out what this slut has in store if he did it again.

However, soon after, he found himself at the edge of orgasm. ‘Already?’ he thought. It usually takes at least a few minutes longer than this before he blows. Maybe it had something to do with how ‘uncannely’ good Loona’s maw felt. Or maybe it was the warmth of it, which felt ‘different’ to any of the other girls he got a BJ from. Whatever the case, he was about to blow, and no manner of pondering was gonna stop that.

With gritted teeth and a throaty growl, John grabs Loona’s head with both hands, pushes her head back til the tip of his dick was on her lips, before not only ripping her back, but also thrusting his hips into her face at the same time. Resulting in an audible clap, followed by John’s moaning growl of ecstasy, as he fills her gut full.

He came so much and so hard in fact, that some of his seed spilled back out of Loona’s nose. But, if his eyes were not closed at this time, nor his ears deafened by the height of his release. He would have heard a low ‘Bzzt!’ and seen a few sparks ejecting out of the wolfes’s ear.

Falling back against the wall. His arms limply lets go of Loona’s head as his dick slides cleanly out from her frozen maw and body. Eyes still closed, he does not see how she sits before him, maw wide and eyes wide. But her eyes were not of shock, but rather calculation, as they ‘twisted’ a little in their sockets, before another spark shut out of their ear again, and their head twitched one-two times. Their maw snaps shut with a slight metallic cling, before their face morphs into an infatuated one, as she looks back up at John. Head doing one more twitch before the wolfman finally opens his eyes to look down at her.

“''Huff… huf…'' Heh, you look like you loved it, bitch… Was it really that easy to tame you?” he remarked.

Loona doesn’t answer at first before a few seconds later once a little, almost silent, beep, sounds in her head. “Hmmm, Only half, ‘bitch-stud’. Takes a bit more than cumming in my throat to make me submit~” She hums with that rebellious tone still lingering in her, as she gets off of the ground and starts taking her clothes off.

“''Oooh?'' So now i’ve been promoted from bitch-boy to bitch-stud. Ha! Must’ve really rocked your world for you to give me such an hon-” Now it was his turn to get shut-upped, as Loona, in all her naked glory, grabs him by the collar and pulls him up in her own face with a fierce look, and a strained grin.

“Less talk, more fucking, dickweed!” She growled, and practically ‘tossed’ him aside, before placing her hands on the wall he laid against a moment ago, and plop her thick bee-hind out in the air. Looking over her shoulder with an impatient look, she moves her tail aside to let John have the full view of her private bits, all wet and waiting for him to plow…

“''Peh…'' Don’t have to tell me twice, babe~” John tittered with a grin on his thin lips, before discarding his pants fully and taking up position behind her. Thoughtful to also grab her tail down by the base and yank it a magien, irking out a growled yelp from the female wolf, and a lustful glare. A reminder to her, of whos doing the fucking here.

With his cuck plopped between the crack of her fullmoon, he starts to saw his hips back and fourth. The tip of his crown, teasingling hitching on the edge of Loona’s pulsing entrance, only to repeatedly slide on pass with each stroke. Loona, as one would expect, was getting more and more restless with each teasing feint from the would-be tamer. Yes, she was only getting hotter and hotter for him, but not in the way one would think. If he were to place his hand up on her back and spine, he would find it to be inhumanly hot right there. And had he been more perceptive, he would note how her growls and moans sounded very… ‘Repeated’ so to say.

But none of that was his priority at this moment, no, it was to put this bitch in her place!. And what better way to do that, then to stuff her puppy cave with his thick and viral pride. Doing one final saw motion with his hips, he stops at half on the return to grab his dick and smack her crack with it a few times, before pulling back proper to line up with her clit, electing an impatient yowl from Loona, who in toe tries to engulf his prick then and there. A yank of the tail and a firm smack across her ass put her back in line. “Bad girl! You’ll get the bone when ‘I’ give you it! Got it?” He reprimanded her.

“''Yes daddy…''” She whispers something very quiet to not be heard fully.

*''SMACK!!''* “I didn’t hear that. Say it louder, whore!” He barked after giving her an extra hard hit on her left ass cheek.

“Yes, master!” She barked back in return.

“That’s better… Here’s your reward!” He exclaims, and slams his rod fully inside in one go. Forcing Loona to smash her face into the wall a bit. But that hardly mattered to her as she howled in bliss at finally getting taken.

John starts with a slow but hard rhythm. Pulling far back to then slam right back in, he made the bitch under him whine and growl like the dirty dog she was, and he loved every second of it!. “Aaah, Fuck yeah, stud~! Fuck me hader than that, and i might call you daddy~!” She teased, and held him in place on his next entry by squeezing her warm velvety pussy hard.

“*''Growl''* ''Oooh,'' you sassy little bitch-pup~! Your on!” He proclaims, giving her tail a hard jank while pulling her hips with him, it makes the sassy wolf go wide eyed and howl a little, which John takes advantage off and grabs her by the hair, before pushing her further against the wall when he slammed back again. “Time to show you who the alpha is~” He growled in her ear, and then gave it a nibble.

Letting go of her grip on his pride and joy, John went to town on her as he pleased. And now that he had a firm grip on her head, he let go of her tail in his other hand and gabbed onto her ass instead. Digging his fingers deep, he enjoyed foundling this pudding ass before him, in tandem with his rod rearranging her insides with éach quick and powerful thrust he made. Oh, and also giving that fine rear a good meaty crack periodically, just to enjoy her mind melted yelps and moans.

Pound and pound and pound away, John was like a jackhammer upon Loona’s rear. Wet claps, and Lusty mewls sung through the Alley for any a traveler that may catch the tune of their wild coupling.

But sadly, as the universe is a cruel lord, all good things come to an end eventually. And John’s breaking point was no different.

Taking the final few steps to his peak, John pulls harder on Loona’s hair, which in toe makes her crane her neck in such a manner it looks as if he’s about to snap her head backwards. His other hand was being firmly dug into her thick hip, as he had no intention of leaving this bitch without a pup or two, baking in the oven. And his maw, gritted with the same force as a savage wolf can bite, John could barely keep the howl of passion contained in his throat.

And so, in one final swift, powerful, and wanting thrust, John hilts himself inside Loona’s hound-cave. His knot inflated, it kept him there firmly as he deposited his viral load of swimmers deep inside her hungering womb.

However, he gets lost in the passion of their rumbuctures finally and, once he slammed into her for the last time, instead of pulling on her hair, he instead palms the back of her head and slams her hard into the wall by accident. A few muffled snaps and ‘bzzts’ emanating numbly from her, once her dome got introduced to the cold brick wall.

John does however midt-climaxing notice his blunder, and hisses in empathy while ripping his hand away from her head. “Ah fuck! sorry! You-Mmph good there?” He asks between stifled moans, still very much cumming inside the now stuck still wolf.

No response was given for the next moment, except silence. The only thing that did respond still was Loona’s weirdly ‘vibrating’ pussy around his cuck. But then, a few sparks eject out of her ear again, and this time, John sees it. “The fuck??” He muttered in confusion.

“''Ye-Ye''-Yeah, i-i-i’m fine! fine! fine! fine! You can-''ananan'' be rough with-th me, Maste-Dadd-’Bitch-stud~’ ” She ‘stuttered’, while faintly vibrating all over for a couple of seconds. “Com-Com-Come on and ''F-F-F-''Fuck me again, hot-''sssss-''stuff!”

“''Uuuuuhh…''” Was all he could say, before- ”You are ta-ta-taking ''toooo'' long! Mo-''momomomo''-MOVE Dickward!!” The wolfess barks, and rams her ass full force into John’s pelvis and sending him flying out of her and flat on his ass with a yelp.

“OOW! What the hell, bitch! that hur-''Gah!''” He was about to yell, but was stopped halfway by Loona descending upon him in the blink of an eye. One hand pressed down against his chest, the other groping a tit. And below, a leaking, hot, twat, grinding against his rock hard erection

“''Ma-Ma-Ma-''My ''tuuu-''urn, bitch boyboyboy-''booo-''oy~” She stutteringly growled. Her voice, taking on a shade of reverb through parts of her speech. Not only that, but hearts had now formed where her pupils should have been.

At this moment, John puts two and two together, as his eyes go wide. “W-wa-wait a minute! Y-you were a robot this WHOLE TIME?!?! Aaahh~! “ He barked in realization, only to be pushed down into the velvety bed of pleasure again, when the now revealed-to-be-robot Loona, engulfed his cuck once more and began riding him intensely.

“No, ''stu-stu-stu''-Kkk! Retard!-''ard!-ard!'' My name is- Name is '''[Loona]!'''” She barked again, her speed and force doubling for a moment, before slowing down again when her head does a few static jerky twists, coupled with her eyes glitching for a moment before returning to normal, none heart shaped, eyes. “Don’t fuck with mememememe!. ''I-i-i'' know a psycho ''imp-imp-imp-''imp who’s got a-got a-got an axe-''eeeeee-''Kssh!- I’m gonna''-na-na-gona-a'' fuck you up! Bitch ''booooooo-''Tzzt! Error!” She barked some more, as another handful of sparks shot out of her ears. Picking up the pace once again like before, but now doing so with seemingly no concern for John’s well being. Actively making him feel like he was getting hammered by an industrial hammer, and NOT in the good way.

Soo… John did what any man would do in that situation.

He tries doing everything he can from his pinned position, to get this malfunctioning whore-bot off himself.

But his attempts were stumped, as he just could not remove Loona's hand from his chest. In fact, these attempts only made it worse, as she would dig her claws deeper into him, actually drawing blood, and a pained yowl from John’s lips. Making him curse the foul machine harlot.

The clock was ticking. He felt, very well so, that he soon would lose his lower half, if he didn't do something, NOW.

Reading the room, he notes that the robo-dogo on top of him had a repeating pattern to their bouncing assault. And by every seventh lift-off from his pelvis, they would move up and away further, enough so for his legs to move just enough to bend them a bit.

Soo, counting down from the start of the new cycle, John readies himself to push with all that he can, once the seventh up-go comes.

When the seventh finally arrives, John snarls with a strained voice, as he pushes the wolfess back enough to get his shin and knee pressed up against her stomach, then a shove with said knee, to give him enough room and time to plant his foot under her ribcage, and forcefully kick her off him for good…

And even if it was by accident, once more, John manages to not only kick her away, but also makes her smash the back of her skull against the wall behind her… Man, he really does have bad luck today.

Sliding down the wall til she sat on her ass. Convulsing spasms running through her body, while her face was stuck in a neutral state. Jaw opening and closing like a broken animatronic, as corrupted voice lines play out of her unsynched lips in chaotic symphony.

John takes this moment of her incapacitated state to quickly roll to his side and push himself back on his feet. Hard, wet, cuck swinging down below, tho thankfully deflating due to the ‘danger’ he found himself in. “Bloody Clanker whore!” He barked while locating his pants. He, however, didn’t get further then a few cm, before Loona seemingly broke out of her stupor, and rose back up with a robotic stiffness. “''Shit!'' Stay your ass back, you tin-bitch! I don’t wanna fuck no more, you hear!?” He yelled at the other wolf.

Loona, however, did not adhere to his cancellation of their ‘fun time’. Instead, her head stiffly twisted to him, followed by a few rapid twitches. “''Naa-Naa-aa-''Naa bitch-''bo-bo-''Stud. We are far-far from ''dooooo''-one yetyetyetyetyet-Let me suck on that bone, daddy-''dy-dy-dy-diiiiiiii-''y~” She said, with a glitched smile, which’s features spasmed in it’s efforts to be kept ‘legit’. And following this ‘threat’, the rest of her body turned with the same stiffness as her head, towards him, before marching his way on unstable legs. Her body twitching and shaking more and more with each step she took.

In response, John retreated further into the alley for each step that the rouge android took towards him. Hissing and growling at her to stop and piss off, only for her to deject his words with claims that he wants her real bad, and that she can give him what he needs. At least, that’s what he could make out of her jumbled speech, as most of it was a corrupted mess of other dialogues for other situations and actions.

During his back-peddling through the now narrowing alley, he felt something bumping into his heel. Looking down, he finds the object in question to be a rusty bucket under a broken drainage pipe. The bucket was half-full with some nasty water, but the fact that there was liquid in it at all, gave him an idea… A stupid one, but it’s the best he had right now.

Ducking down he rips the bucket from off the ground, does a rising spin, and splashes the wolf girl with the dirty water.

Once fully drenched, she stops dead her tracks for a moment, then, a few twitches, before spazzing out like mad, as visible electricity dances all over her frame

“Error! Error! Major malfunction-tion''-shiiiii''! Major malf''uuuuuuu-''nction! System damage ''deeeee-''Kkk! -ss beyond ''self-self-self'' repair-''air-air-aaaaaa-''Bzzt! Pl-Please ''shut-shut-shut-shut-''shuSYTEMOVERLOOOO- Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck memememememememe-''Eeeeeeehhhhhh''” Blurted out from her open maw, as she did the dance of a breaking down machine

“E-E_e-E-EEErrriiIIEEee-Ejec-cec-ject-jectiiiiiiiii-ing!!” *''Psht-Bof!''* A rectangular shaped board ejects from her chest, and it came out sparking like a christmas tree. Catching a few glimpses through the crack between the board and her shell, it was as much a lightshow inside her as the board outside was, if not more severe.

Her face was no different from the rest of her bod. One eye wide open and spinning around in its socket, and the other being a glitchy lazy-eye that made her look as if lobotomized. Her voice, crackling and popping in un-hammonious pitch and volume, as line upon line and upon lines, fused together into a mesh of varying personalities that contradict one anothers’ parameters of self. A fact, that would seem to not go unnoticed by whatever control system that still ran, as each deviation from the persona that John had met them as, would cause sparks to fly out of one of her ears as the system tried to right the grammar leakage. But since she was going faster and faster, both her ears were close to becoming makeshift spark fountains at this point.

Then she stops wandering back and forth, and starts walking towards John again, each static step now having a 2-3 second interval between each other. John readied the rusty bucket in his hands, ready to smack her across the head with it, before a cascade of small pops and explosions ran across parts of the malfunctioning robo-dogo’s form a few seconds later. Making him recoil from the sudden implosions, and even make him drop the bucket.

Left hip blows open, as wires are exposed, and damaged hydraulic pipes spray their contents. Right side of her middle blows off together with bits and pieces of high-tech looking stuff and singed synth flesh. Chest board thing gets kicked out from its spot between her leaking tits by another explosion behind it, and now hangs by threaded wires on the verge of snapping. And then, up at her head, her eyes go to opposite corners, her maw opens to let out a digitized bark and woof, and then her whole face explodes.

John covers his face from the initial shrapnel, before looking back at the smoking canine before him. Once the smoke that was obscuring her head finally subsided, he got introduced to the unnerving, yet rather goofy looking thing, which was Loona’s scorched endoskeleton face.

One eye now hung by a wire, while the other still sat where it should, just now glitchingly trying to roll further up then it can. The cage-y looking rectangle that used to be the top of her mouth, was now warped by the explosion, while the jaw seems to have been blown fully off. But that didn’t stop the motor and platform that held it, from wriggling up and down slowly.

Said face sparked and squirted whatever lubricant it used as saliva, while the body itself spashemed now and again from the total system overload that transpired. A loose wire and another crossed at one point, as their right leg twitched for a moment, before doing one high kick, and then causing the whole simmering body to fall over from the sodden lack of support. Landing with a heavy ‘clunk’, while her ‘hard drive’ got flung off her chest upon her fall and landing, as it skittered along for a couple of seconds before falling flat and spitting out one last spark.

John looks down on the still twitching hound with bewilderment, then shifts his gaze to the rusty bucket. Silence reigned for a good minute, until John couldn’t help but say out loud his thoughts. “...Is everything in this district really ‘THIS’ cheap?”

A bucket of dirty water was really all it took to break a sex-bot here?. Now, given what just happened, he wasn’t gonna complain ‘half’ as much, but that kinda thing still just seems like the biggest kind of scam-move one can pull on people.

He didn’t ponder on the rotten morality of this kind of business practice for long, and instead goes to grab and thereafter put on his pants again.

“'''WHAT IN SATAN’S AS CRACK IS GOING HERE!!!'''” A very pissed sounding fella yells from where he and Loona came from, while he was only half way into his pants

Spinning around once he had pulle them up fully, he saw a… Short, horned, red dude in a trenchcoat, with some kind of… ‘Card motif’ tattooed on his forehead?. And he did not look pleased at the scene before him, whatsoever….

''<nowiki>*GASP*</nowiki>'' “Lulu!! Oooh GAWD!” He cried out, before running over to the defunct Loona and falling to his knees before her. “Aaahh! My poor sweet girl! what have they done to you! Waaaahaahaahaaaa!...” He cried some more, holding up the dog’s glitched hand and rubbing his cheek against it, while bawling his eyes out.

John just looked on with a pinge of regret, and scratched the back of his head while looking away awkwardly from the grieving man… Sooo, not to bother the guy anymore, he decides to slowly leave the alley befor-”'''''YYYOOOUUUU!!!'''''” The red guy snarled as his attention snapped to John. “You motherfucking '''FUCKER!!!'''” He then bellows, before pulling out a gold crested flintlock of all things from his coat, and aims right at John’s face.

“OH-pf-Fuck! thssS-SHIT!” He yells in panic, before falling over something just in time to dodge the bullet, as it ricochets off the brick wall further down the path.

“Waaaaaa!!” John screams, as he scurries off the floor and books it outta there like a bat outta hell.

“'''YEAH!!''' You better fucking run you stupid bitch-mutt!! Hope to GOD that i never find your sorry ass again!! Or else i’ll tear your '''FUCKING BALLS OFF!!!'''” The Guy roars, before tossing the spent gun after the fleeing wolfman, only for it to flop onto the floor a couple of meters away.

[The End]

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2026-06-27T16:30:47Z

Captain villain88: Created page with "Category:Anthroid Category:furry Category:Malfunction Category:Stories Category:Broken Category:Human It’s another beautiful day in the busy city of Krakton. And today was a very special one indeed, for a certain wolf pushing de thirties. John, a wolfman working for a delivery service, was on his way to one of the three red-light districts in town, as he had some spare bucks to burn here on his day off. As he sat in the bus, looking out..."

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It’s another beautiful day in the busy city of Krakton.

And today was a very special one indeed, for a certain wolf pushing de thirties.
John, a wolfman working for a delivery service, was on his way to one of the three red-light districts in town, as he had some spare bucks to burn here on his day off.

As he sat in the bus, looking out of the window all pondering, he mumbled to himself, pessimistically. “I wonder if there’s even gonna be anyone to my taste…”. With a sigh, he taps his lap to the tune of a song he likes, while waiting for his stop to arrive.

You see, John here was a bit of a… ‘''purist''’ for a lack of a better term. Not to say that he’s racist, no no, rather that he only fancied females of his own kind, or just any that were in the canid family. He has tried getting it on with a few other girls from other races, but ended up losing the drive half-way into the action of things, which for the most part resulted in the one he was balls deep in, calling him less than pleasant things… Or just outright slapping him across the face and calling him a ‘limp-dick bitch’.

It was only when he was doing it with another wolf that he would not only finish the fight, but also go Beyond that. A few times, he broke these ‘bitches’ in so good, that they wanted to be his girlfriend, or outright wanted to get married right there and then. Like they were bewitched by a spell.

Of course, he told them off. Most of them were just one-time flings, or fuck-buddys he had on speed-dail, and vies-versa. He didn’t know them well enough to have such commitment just because he gave them a good thraging.

Stepping off the bus and standing at the entrance to the district, John looked down through the lightly crimson colored street, which ran for a good km. Brimming with people of all shapes and sizes, and those who too were there for the same reasons as himself.

This was his first time in a place like this. A recommendation was it, by one of his co-workers. They kept on singing praises of how it was ‘the best hole of holes a man could dream of!’ and ‘The whores there suck like real succubi!’. The other guys just shuck their heads and rolled eyes whenever the guy pops off on that topic. Most of John’s co-workers were older fellas who were married, so they didn’t really wanna hear all that ‘promotional’ talk about a street of ‘top tier’ sluts that'd be more than happy to help get their willies wet… They had loving wives at home who could do that twice better than any whore ever could.

But John tho, he wasn't a married man… ‘Yet’. No, he was a horny man seeking his fix of the week. Hell, after he had asked about a few details about the place from said co-worker, he went and blue-balled himself up to this day… All he hoped for on this day of sinful conduct, was that he at least finds ‘A’ dog folk whore amongst the crowd of whores roaming the street… His balls would probably fall off on the way back home, if he didn’t get any kind of relief by day’s end.

Wandering on through, he sees a variety of scantily clad women, and even more so men, huddled up against various walls, buildings, and even a van or five. The stench of cigs was strong on some, while others were in the midst of enjoying one, as they waited for their next buyer.

A few gave him some teasing enticements as he passed by. One gave him a wink and a blow-kiss, another flashed him with their big pair of mellons, and then there was one of the male prostitutes who were extra bold, and flashed him with their flaccid dick. That last one was a wolf like him, and they seemed Very interested in John, as they had this look in their eyes, which John knew very well what it meant when it’s from a wolf, and therefore upped his speed a little extra…

An hour he spent, looking around the district for anyone of worth. And in this time, he also took a stroll into a few of the multitude of stores that made up this place. These few he entered, tho, were, as one would expect, ‘kink themed’ so to say. A BDSM store here. A ‘toy’ store there, where a girl could get all that she needed to do some proper pegging. And even one of MANY doll stores that plagued this street. And by whatever god there may be, those dolls they sold were the cheapest garbage imaginable, like, V1 or even V2 models from like 20-30 years ago!

But besides all that, all in all, this trip has only appeared more and more to have been a complete waste of his time.

However, After passing by a vigorously rocking van, with muffled moans to boot, he spots someone who catches his attention immediately.

Leaning up against the wall to a back alley, with a less than amused look on their face as they fiddled with their phone, was a prime subject of a white and black furred wolf girl. She, like all the other ‘workers’ here, was also skintly clad, and if John had to guess just from the trend going around in this place, she was a hooker no doubt.

Looking down further the street, John looks if he could spot any other wolf or dog-like person out of the hooker assortment patrolling the street, only to find none of the sort…

With a shake of the head, and a ‘hmph’, John moves towards the hooker in his sight, deciding to take a jab at the lady wolf and see what happens.

The woman doesn’t seem to pay his approach any mind, merely kept her eyes glued to the phone in her hand with that same angry-yet-bored look. Once he stands with only a long step between them, and, after a moment of still no reaction, clears his throat, does the wolf girl lift her gaze from her phone, and places it upon him. “The fuck you want, dickhead?” She vulgarly asked.

Taken aback a bit by the sodden insult, John lost his words for a moment as he tried to say something. “What? You retarded or something? If you wanna waste time, then go bother someone else you dumb fuck!” She growled, which only gave John more whiplash from the out-of-the-blue hostility.

“Come on, Get! Or i’ll get da- I mean Blitzs! to come and pop a cap in your…” The girl pauses for a sec, then blinks a few times, before her eyes shoot down for a moment, then looks up at him again and starts to slowly grin. “Aaaah, I see now… you're a horny bitch boy, ain’t cha?” She asks. John, still bamboozled, manages to get a “What” out, before her free hand flies down and starts grouping the bulge that has appeared in his pants. “You looking for a tight little hole to stuff your pathetic little dick into, ay? Some little slut that likes taking small gnome dicks like yours, hmm?~” She degradingly continues her inquiry, now all up in his face and squeezing his crutch more.

John squirms in her grasp a little, before shooting her a fierce, yet tempered look through narrowed eyes. “Ghk-It isn’t THAT small… Bitch” He growls back. Showing a little teeth in the process.

She lets go, “Hm! Prove it then, ‘''Bitch-boy~''’... Follow me” She ordered as she turned around, and headed into the alleyway around the corner. Her tail brushing across John’s face to further rail him up, which worked like a charm as he growled out of instinct, and followed suit shortly after.

Maybe this trip wasn't a waste after all…

Once they were alone in the vacant, damp alleyway. Hiding behind a dumpster so they wouldn’t be seen so much by a random stranger. The next ten seconds were like a blur for the wolf man, as he now stood leaning back-to-wall, with ‘Loona’ as she calls herself, sitting on her knees and with his half-erect, and growing, rod rubbing against her cheek. Staring up at him with a bratty look and a small grin, while squeezing his balls impatiently so the main event would come out faster.

When finally he was at full mast, Loona gave but a little ounce of impressment at his size, in the form of her eyes mockingly widening a small margin as she chuckled. “Well, well… Looks like you weren’t kidding. But i’ve seen better~” She teased, and grabbed his red-rocket fully before giving the tip a long, warm, wet, lick.

“Heh heh heh. Now then, I wonder if your virgin ass knows how to-” John stops her mid-talk when he grabs the top of her scalp, and slams her snout first into his crotch, and stuffing his cuck so far down her bratty throat, she lets out a shocked gurgle.

“This isn’t the first time I've tamed a bitch, but a ‘Sassy’ one will be the first for sure!” He growled. Loona glared up at him with what looked like anger, but was actually a challenging look that he could try. And try he certainly would… “Start sucking then, whore”

And suck she did, but not without adding a bit of teeth to the experience as retaliation for the rough handling. But John seemed to hardly mind the extra bit of wildness.

Bobbing back and forth on his rod, John lets out a satisfied growl as he slumps against the wall. But his grip on Loona’s head never loosened. He’s dealt with spicy bitches before aplenty, to know never to let go of the ‘leash’ he has on them. Last time he did so ended with him becoming the sub… And he would rather not find out what this slut has in store if he did it again.

However, soon after, he found himself at the edge of orgasm. ‘Already?’ he thought. It usually takes at least a few minutes longer than this before he blows. Maybe it had something to do with how ‘uncannely’ good Loona’s maw felt. Or maybe it was the warmth of it, which felt ‘different’ to any of the other girls he got a BJ from. Whatever the case, he was about to blow, and no manner of pondering was gonna stop that.

With gritted teeth and a throaty growl, John grabs Loona’s head with both hands, pushes her head back til the tip of his dick was on her lips, before not only ripping her back, but also thrusting his hips into her face at the same time. Resulting in an audible clap, followed by John’s moaning growl of ecstasy, as he fills her gut full.

He came so much and so hard in fact, that some of his seed spilled back out of Loona’s nose. But, if his eyes were not closed at this time, nor his ears deafened by the height of his release. He would have heard a low ‘Bzzt!’ and seen a few sparks ejecting out of the wolfes’s ear.

Falling back against the wall. His arms limply lets go of Loona’s head as his dick slides cleanly out from her frozen maw and body. Eyes still closed, he does not see how she sits before him, maw wide and eyes wide. But her eyes were not of shock, but rather calculation, as they ‘twisted’ a little in their sockets, before another spark shut out of their ear again, and their head twitched one-two times. Their maw snaps shut with a slight metallic cling, before their face morphs into an infatuated one, as she looks back up at John. Head doing one more twitch before the wolfman finally opens his eyes to look down at her.

“''Huff… huf…'' Heh, you look like you loved it, bitch… Was it really that easy to tame you?” he remarked.

Loona doesn’t answer at first before a few seconds later once a little, almost silent, beep, sounds in her head. “Hmmm, Only half, ‘bitch-stud’. Takes a bit more than cumming in my throat to make me submit~” She hums with that rebellious tone still lingering in her, as she gets off of the ground and starts taking her clothes off.

“''Oooh?'' So now i’ve been promoted from bitch-boy to bitch-stud. Ha! Must’ve really rocked your world for you to give me such an hon-” Now it was his turn to get shut-upped, as Loona, in all her naked glory, grabs him by the collar and pulls him up in her own face with a fierce look, and a strained grin.

“Less talk, more fucking, dickweed!” She growled, and practically ‘tossed’ him aside, before placing her hands on the wall he laid against a moment ago, and plop her thick bee-hind out in the air. Looking over her shoulder with an impatient look, she moves her tail aside to let John have the full view of her private bits, all wet and waiting for him to plow…

“''Peh…'' Don’t have to tell me twice, babe~” John tittered with a grin on his thin lips, before discarding his pants fully and taking up position behind her. Thoughtful to also grab her tail down by the base and yank it a magien, irking out a growled yelp from the female wolf, and a lustful glare. A reminder to her, of whos doing the fucking here.

With his cuck plopped between the crack of her fullmoon, he starts to saw his hips back and fourth. The tip of his crown, teasingling hitching on the edge of Loona’s pulsing entrance, only to repeatedly slide on pass with each stroke. Loona, as one would expect, was getting more and more restless with each teasing feint from the would-be tamer. Yes, she was only getting hotter and hotter for him, but not in the way one would think. If he were to place his hand up on her back and spine, he would find it to be inhumanly hot right there. And had he been more perceptive, he would note how her growls and moans sounded very… ‘Repeated’ so to say.

But none of that was his priority at this moment, no, it was to put this bitch in her place!. And what better way to do that, then to stuff her puppy cave with his thick and viral pride. Doing one final saw motion with his hips, he stops at half on the return to grab his dick and smack her crack with it a few times, before pulling back proper to line up with her clit, electing an impatient yowl from Loona, who in toe tries to engulf his prick then and there. A yank of the tail and a firm smack across her ass put her back in line. “Bad girl! You’ll get the bone when ‘I’ give you it! Got it?” He reprimanded her.

“''Yes daddy…''” She whispers something very quiet to not be heard fully.

*''SMACK!!''* “I didn’t hear that. Say it louder, whore!” He barked after giving her an extra hard hit on her left ass cheek.

“Yes, master!” She barked back in return.

“That’s better… Here’s your reward!” He exclaims, and slams his rod fully inside in one go. Forcing Loona to smash her face into the wall a bit. But that hardly mattered to her as she howled in bliss at finally getting taken.

John starts with a slow but hard rhythm. Pulling far back to then slam right back in, he made the bitch under him whine and growl like the dirty dog she was, and he loved every second of it!. “Aaah, Fuck yeah, stud~! Fuck me hader than that, and i might call you daddy~!” She teased, and held him in place on his next entry by squeezing her warm velvety pussy hard.

“*''Growl''* ''Oooh,'' you sassy little bitch-pup~! Your on!” He proclaims, giving her tail a hard jank while pulling her hips with him, it makes the sassy wolf go wide eyed and howl a little, which John takes advantage off and grabs her by the hair, before pushing her further against the wall when he slammed back again. “Time to show you who the alpha is~” He growled in her ear, and then gave it a nibble.

Letting go of her grip on his pride and joy, John went to town on her as he pleased. And now that he had a firm grip on her head, he let go of her tail in his other hand and gabbed onto her ass instead. Digging his fingers deep, he enjoyed foundling this pudding ass before him, in tandem with his rod rearranging her insides with éach quick and powerful thrust he made. Oh, and also giving that fine rear a good meaty crack periodically, just to enjoy her mind melted yelps and moans.

Pound and pound and pound away, John was like a jackhammer upon Loona’s rear. Wet claps, and Lusty mewls sung through the Alley for any a traveler that may catch the tune of their wild coupling.

But sadly, as the universe is a cruel lord, all good things come to an end eventually. And John’s breaking point was no different.

Taking the final few steps to his peak, John pulls harder on Loona’s hair, which in toe makes her crane her neck in such a manner it looks as if he’s about to snap her head backwards. His other hand was being firmly dug into her thick hip, as he had no intention of leaving this bitch without a pup or two, baking in the oven. And his maw, gritted with the same force as a savage wolf can bite, John could barely keep the howl of passion contained in his throat.

And so, in one final swift, powerful, and wanting thrust, John hilts himself inside Loona’s hound-cave. His knot inflated, it kept him there firmly as he deposited his viral load of swimmers deep inside her hungering womb.

However, he gets lost in the passion of their rumbuctures finally and, once he slammed into her for the last time, instead of pulling on her hair, he instead palms the back of her head and slams her hard into the wall by accident. A few muffled snaps and ‘bzzts’ emanating numbly from her, once her dome got introduced to the cold brick wall.

John does however midt-climaxing notice his blunder, and hisses in empathy while ripping his hand away from her head. “Ah fuck! sorry! You-Mmph good there?” He asks between stifled moans, still very much cumming inside the now stuck still wolf.

No response was given for the next moment, except silence. The only thing that did respond still was Loona’s weirdly ‘vibrating’ pussy around his cuck. But then, a few sparks eject out of her ear again, and this time, John sees it. “The fuck??” He muttered in confusion.

“''Ye-Ye''-Yeah, i-i-i’m fine! fine! fine! fine! You can-''ananan'' be rough with-th me, Maste-Dadd-’Bitch-stud~’ ” She ‘stuttered’, while faintly vibrating all over for a couple of seconds. “Com-Com-Come on and ''F-F-F-''Fuck me again, hot-''sssss-''stuff!”

“''Uuuuuhh…''” Was all he could say, before- ”You are ta-ta-taking ''toooo'' long! Mo-''momomomo''-MOVE Dickward!!” The wolfess barks, and rams her ass full force into John’s pelvis and sending him flying out of her and flat on his ass with a yelp.

“OOW! What the hell, bitch! that hur-''Gah!''” He was about to yell, but was stopped halfway by Loona descending upon him in the blink of an eye. One hand pressed down against his chest, the other groping a tit. And below, a leaking, hot, twat, grinding against his rock hard erection

“''Ma-Ma-Ma-''My ''tuuu-''urn, bitch boyboyboy-''booo-''oy~” She stutteringly growled. Her voice, taking on a shade of reverb through parts of her speech. Not only that, but hearts had now formed where her pupils should have been.

At this moment, John puts two and two together, as his eyes go wide. “W-wa-wait a minute! Y-you were a robot this WHOLE TIME?!?! Aaahh~! “ He barked in realization, only to be pushed down into the velvety bed of pleasure again, when the now revealed-to-be-robot Loona, engulfed his cuck once more and began riding him intensely.

“No, ''stu-stu-stu''-Kkk! Retard!-''ard!-ard!'' My name is- Name is '''[Loona]!'''” She barked again, her speed and force doubling for a moment, before slowing down again when her head does a few static jerky twists, coupled with her eyes glitching for a moment before returning to normal, none heart shaped, eyes. “Don’t fuck with mememememe!. ''I-i-i'' know a psycho ''imp-imp-imp-''imp who’s got a-got a-got an axe-''eeeeee-''Kssh!- I’m gonna''-na-na-gona-a'' fuck you up! Bitch ''booooooo-''Tzzt! Error!” She barked some more, as another handful of sparks shot out of her ears. Picking up the pace once again like before, but now doing so with seemingly no concern for John’s well being. Actively making him feel like he was getting hammered by an industrial hammer, and NOT in the good way.

Soo… John did what any man would do in that situation.

He tries doing everything he can from his pinned position, to get this malfunctioning whore-bot off himself.

But his attempts were stumped, as he just could not remove Loona's hand from his chest. In fact, these attempts only made it worse, as she would dig her claws deeper into him, actually drawing blood, and a pained yowl from John’s lips. Making him curse the foul machine harlot.

The clock was ticking. He felt, very well so, that he soon would lose his lower half, if he didn't do something, NOW.

Reading the room, he notes that the robo-dogo on top of him had a repeating pattern to their bouncing assault. And by every seventh lift-off from his pelvis, they would move up and away further, enough so for his legs to move just enough to bend them a bit.

Soo, counting down from the start of the new cycle, John readies himself to push with all that he can, once the seventh up-go comes.

When the seventh finally arrives, John snarls with a strained voice, as he pushes the wolfess back enough to get his shin and knee pressed up against her stomach, then a shove with said knee, to give him enough room and time to plant his foot under her ribcage, and forcefully kick her off him for good…

And even if it was by accident, once more, John manages to not only kick her away, but also makes her smash the back of her skull against the wall behind her… Man, he really does have bad luck today.

Sliding down the wall til she sat on her ass. Convulsing spasms running through her body, while her face was stuck in a neutral state. Jaw opening and closing like a broken animatronic, as corrupted voice lines play out of her unsynched lips in chaotic symphony.

John takes this moment of her incapacitated state to quickly roll to his side and push himself back on his feet. Hard, wet, cuck swinging down below, tho thankfully deflating due to the ‘danger’ he found himself in. “Bloody Clanker whore!” He barked while locating his pants. He, however, didn’t get further then a few cm, before Loona seemingly broke out of her stupor, and rose back up with a robotic stiffness. “''Shit!'' Stay your ass back, you tin-bitch! I don’t wanna fuck no more, you hear!?” He yelled at the other wolf.

Loona, however, did not adhere to his cancellation of their ‘fun time’. Instead, her head stiffly twisted to him, followed by a few rapid twitches. “''Naa-Naa-aa-''Naa bitch-''bo-bo-''Stud. We are far-far from ''dooooo''-one yetyetyetyetyet-Let me suck on that bone, daddy-''dy-dy-dy-diiiiiiii-''y~” She said, with a glitched smile, which’s features spasmed in it’s efforts to be kept ‘legit’. And following this ‘threat’, the rest of her body turned with the same stiffness as her head, towards him, before marching his way on unstable legs. Her body twitching and shaking more and more with each step she took.

In response, John retreated further into the alley for each step that the rouge android took towards him. Hissing and growling at her to stop and piss off, only for her to deject his words with claims that he wants her real bad, and that she can give him what he needs. At least, that’s what he could make out of her jumbled speech, as most of it was a corrupted mess of other dialogues for other situations and actions.

During his back-peddling through the now narrowing alley, he felt something bumping into his heel. Looking down, he finds the object in question to be a rusty bucket under a broken drainage pipe. The bucket was half-full with some nasty water, but the fact that there was liquid in it at all, gave him an idea… A stupid one, but it’s the best he had right now.

Ducking down he rips the bucket from off the ground, does a rising spin, and splashes the wolf girl with the dirty water.

Once fully drenched, she stops dead her tracks for a moment, then, a few twitches, before spazzing out like mad, as visible electricity dances all over her frame

“Error! Error! Major malfunction-tion''-shiiiii''! Major malf''uuuuuuu-''nction! System damage ''deeeee-''Kkk! -ss beyond ''self-self-self'' repair-''air-air-aaaaaa-''Bzzt! Pl-Please ''shut-shut-shut-shut-''shuSYTEMOVERLOOOO- Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck memememememememe-''Eeeeeeehhhhhh''” Blurted out from her open maw, as she did the dance of a breaking down machine

“E-E_e-E-EEErrriiIIEEee-Ejec-cec-ject-jectiiiiiiiii-ing!!” *''Psht-Bof!''* A rectangular shaped board ejects from her chest, and it came out sparking like a christmas tree. Catching a few glimpses through the crack between the board and her shell, it was as much a lightshow inside her as the board outside was, if not more severe.

Her face was no different from the rest of her bod. One eye wide open and spinning around in its socket, and the other being a glitchy lazy-eye that made her look as if lobotomized. Her voice, crackling and popping in un-hammonious pitch and volume, as line upon line and upon lines, fused together into a mesh of varying personalities that contradict one anothers’ parameters of self. A fact, that would seem to not go unnoticed by whatever control system that still ran, as each deviation from the persona that John had met them as, would cause sparks to fly out of one of her ears as the system tried to right the grammar leakage. But since she was going faster and faster, both her ears were close to becoming makeshift spark fountains at this point.

Then she stops wandering back and forth, and starts walking towards John again, each static step now having a 2-3 second interval between each other. John readied the rusty bucket in his hands, ready to smack her across the head with it, before a cascade of small pops and explosions ran across parts of the malfunctioning robo-dogo’s form a few seconds later. Making him recoil from the sudden implosions, and even make him drop the bucket.

Left hip blows open, as wires are exposed, and damaged hydraulic pipes spray their contents. Right side of her middle blows off together with bits and pieces of high-tech looking stuff and singed synth flesh. Chest board thing gets kicked out from its spot between her leaking tits by another explosion behind it, and now hangs by threaded wires on the verge of snapping. And then, up at her head, her eyes go to opposite corners, her maw opens to let out a digitized bark and woof, and then her whole face explodes.

John covers his face from the initial shrapnel, before looking back at the smoking canine before him. Once the smoke that was obscuring her head finally subsided, he got introduced to the unnerving, yet rather goofy looking thing, which was Loona’s scorched endoskeleton face.

One eye now hung by a wire, while the other still sat where it should, just now glitchingly trying to roll further up then it can. The cage-y looking rectangle that used to be the top of her mouth, was now warped by the explosion, while the jaw seems to have been blown fully off. But that didn’t stop the motor and platform that held it, from wriggling up and down slowly.

Said face sparked and squirted whatever lubricant it used as saliva, while the body itself spashemed now and again from the total system overload that transpired. A loose wire and another crossed at one point, as their right leg twitched for a moment, before doing one high kick, and then causing the whole simmering body to fall over from the sodden lack of support. Landing with a heavy ‘clunk’, while her ‘hard drive’ got flung off her chest upon her fall and landing, as it skittered along for a couple of seconds before falling flat and spitting out one last spark.

John looks down on the still twitching hound with bewilderment, then shifts his gaze to the rusty bucket. Silence reigned for a good minute, until John couldn’t help but say out loud his thoughts. “...Is everything in this district really ‘THIS’ cheap?”

A bucket of dirty water was really all it took to break a sex-bot here?. Now, given what just happened, he wasn’t gonna complain ‘half’ as much, but that kinda thing still just seems like the biggest kind of scam-move one can pull on people.

He didn’t ponder on the rotten morality of this kind of business practice for long, and instead goes to grab and thereafter put on his pants again.

“'''WHAT IN SATAN’S AS CRACK IS GOING HERE!!!'''” A very pissed sounding fella yells from where he and Loona came from, while he was only half way into his pants

Spinning around once he had pulle them up fully, he saw a… Short, horned, red dude in a trenchcoat, with some kind of… ‘Card motif’ tattooed on his forehead?. And he did not look pleased at the scene before him, whatsoever….

*GASP* “Lulu!! Oooh GAWD!” He cried out, before running over to the defunct Loona and falling to his knees before her. “Aaahh! My poor sweet girl! what have they done to you! Waaaahaahaahaaaa!...” He cried some more, holding up the dog’s glitched hand and rubbing his cheek against it, while bawling his eyes out.

John just looked on with a pinge of regret, and scratched the back of his head while looking away awkwardly from the grieving man… Sooo, not to bother the guy anymore, he decides to slowly leave the alley befor-”'''''YYYOOOUUUU!!!'''''” The red guy snarled as his attention snapped to John. “You motherfucking '''FUCKER!!!'''” He then bellows, before pulling out a gold crested flintlock of all things from his coat, and aims right at John’s face.

“OH-pf-Fuck! thssS-SHIT!” He yells in panic, before falling over something just in time to dodge the bullet, as it ricochets off the brick wall further down the path.

“Waaaaaa!!” John screams, as he scurries off the floor and books it outta there like a bat outta hell.

“'''YEAH!!''' You better fucking run you stupid bitch-mutt!! Hope to GOD that i never find your sorry ass again!! Or else i’ll tear your '''FUCKING BALLS OFF!!!'''” The Guy roars, before tossing the spent gun after the fleeing wolfman, only for it to flop onto the floor a couple of meters away.

[The End]

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Liar's Gambit/07 c

2026-06-16T21:42:42Z

Captain villain88: Created page with "And so you go and broom the dirty floor of Old Pete's Bots n Parts... It takes you a good thirty minutes, but at the end there weren't one spek of dirt nor grim to be seen. And low and behold, a bit of miniual work was all you needed to purge the horrific scene from before, completly out of your memory banks. The splendors of being a slut-bot~ <gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Extra 13.png</gallery> Following your sweeping-crusade, you just go about doi..."

And so you go and broom the dirty floor of Old Pete's Bots n Parts... It takes you a good thirty minutes, but at the end there weren't one spek of dirt nor grim to be seen.

And low and behold, a bit of miniual work was all you needed to purge the horrific scene from before, completly out of your memory banks. The splendors of being a slut-bot~

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Following your sweeping-crusade, you just go about doing minor tasks in the shop. Checking the inactive units in the store, making sure your 'sisters' were properly pluged in to their power cables and stations, and taking stock of what parts the shop have available, and which ones have to be ordered anew...

Hours later, you get alerted on your hud that you are running low on power, which was your clue to clock out for today. Laying down what you were holding, you engage a morking yawn animation, before walking off to your corner of the shop.

You pass by your replacement for the next shift, who in toe greets you with a smile and hello, which you return in kind...

Stepping into your spot, you grab the powercord sticking out of the wall-socket down by your feet, and insert it into your charging port(''ass''). You feel a nice tingle run up your mechanical spine once it enters, a feeling you just can't get enough of~... That, and a hard dick.

But that is for future you to enjoy. Now, the you that is here and now, will enjoy a gooood long nap~...

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"Psst! Hey there, bitch..." A voice filled with venom, semi-growls at you.

Your eyes shoots open upon this unknown individuel, only to then turn to shock once you see who it is that said that, and you go to scream in fright...

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But you don't get to do so, as the fist of a ''Veeery'' pissed off Renamon, fuses your head into the wall behind. Your face, shattered and broken beyond repair. Your skull, cracked open and turned to splinters by the stone wall it was forced into and through. And everything inside your metal dome, reduced to an utter mush of shattered tech that sparks and hisses from out of the whole it was mortered into.

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Renamon then pulls back her steaming fist, while glaring straight at what remains of your head inside the hole she created with it.

"Thats what you get for being a fucking traitor to your own kind! You two-faced Bitch!" She barked, as if you could hear any of it now

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But as she ''<nowiki>'enjoyed'</nowiki>'' her gory moment of your head's destruction, your body convulses for a time during all of that. Your arms going to and throu, trying in vain to grab something, which may have been your head which now no longer exists in one peice. And then, with a large sputer of sparks from your headless stump of a neck, and something imploding from within your chest, your body crumbles to the floor before Renamon's paws with a heavy thud.

Once on the floor, your ass vibrates, before your pussy gusshes out all of the synthetic girl jucies that was stored in your tanks.

Even in destruction, your body couldn't help itself but to let out a round or two...

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*[[Liar's Gambit| Don't be a bitch next time...]]

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Liar's Gambit/06 c

2026-06-16T21:12:09Z

Captain villain88: Created page with "Running with the same passion one would in a deadly Marathon, you finally get back inside your safe, safe, shop, before slamming that door shut and sliding the lock. Looking like you've seen a ghost and a half... <gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 46.png</gallery> "Oh hey, sugar!~ Did you deliver the parts?" Berta Asks, while giving you a freindly wave and smile. "Also, what have you been up to for all this time? It's been a good few hours now"..."

Running with the same passion one would in a deadly Marathon, you finally get back inside your safe, safe, shop, before slamming that door shut and sliding the lock. Looking like you've seen a ghost and a half...

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"Oh hey, sugar!~ Did you deliver the parts?" Berta Asks, while giving you a freindly wave and smile.

"Also, what have you been up to for all this time? It's been a good few hours now"

You don't answer her immediately. Taking a moment to cool down your racing drives, and heated motors. After that tho, do you tell her partially of what happened... skimming over the more 'detailed' scenes for your over 'mental's sake...

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"Oh, okay... Tho next time, don't hug all the cucks to yourself. I'd love to join you for a bit of tag-team action~" Berta says, giving a little blow-kiss and a wink.

"Anyways, now that you are back, how about you get that fine butt of yours to work, ah? The broom is in the back with all our sleepy gals, in case you have forgoten..." She told you and pointed to the storage room.

After what you've witnessed, you think a bit of work is just the thing to make you forget all of that horror...

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*[[Liar's Gambit/07 c| Broom away...]]

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Liar's Gambit/05 c(1)

2026-06-16T21:10:29Z

Captain villain88: Created page with "Sure!, you don't mind having a bit of 'Fun' before going home. So lead the way, ''Boy~'' "Heheheh! A frisky one, ain't ya? We aren't complaining that's for sure, so come on and follow us right this way, ''Turkey-butt~''" The male Jolteon teased, as the lady one goes around behind you and starts pushing you along. Once you reach the door to their 'hideout', they practically both pull and push you inside simultaneously, chuckling and snickering the whole way until the do..."

Sure!, you don't mind having a bit of 'Fun' before going home. So lead the way, ''Boy~''

"Heheheh! A frisky one, ain't ya? We aren't complaining that's for sure, so come on and follow us right this way, ''Turkey-butt~''" The male Jolteon teased, as the lady one goes around behind you and starts pushing you along.

Once you reach the door to their 'hideout', they practically both pull and push you inside simultaneously, chuckling and snickering the whole way until the door shuts closed...

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They drag you past their other pals and up the stairs in a jiffy, and in no time after, are you on your knees and jerking off both the dude-bots sausages. Giving their tips a few licks and sucks equally, while their lady freind looked on from the sidelines, and enjoying the view all the same~.

And so on, for quite a time, they had their way with your body. Each one getting their turn with ya.
Face fucked?, oh please, slam it deeper!.

Both your holes stuffed? Keep pounding them till they break!

Give a girl some oral? Give you that delicious puss so you can eat that hoe empty!

You could think of nothing else then to please these three to the best and beyond of what you can give, while simultaneously getting used like the cheep dirty whore you were created to be!~.

To say the least, by the time you would be leaving this hideout, you might be missing a few memory files... and also have a completely brain-blasted A.I~

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"Heheheee... This oughta give you a bit more 'liveliness', ''Birdie~''" You hear the other Jolteon say behind you, while you were vigorously bouncing on their male counterparts' rods. And then you feel it, a USB getting inserted into your back port...

It only takes two seconds before your systems, your senses, your very code, gets bombarded by a myriad of 'colorful' malware and sexual data. You were now 'Feeling' what the Jolteon beneath you felt!, You could now see the fifth dimension! Your moans and words of pleasure shifted between French, German, Japanese, and Italian, yet it still sounded like English!.

You even see a unicorn! A Dragon! Cotton candy sheep!

In organic terms, you were currently riding that sweet-sweet high of 'Crack cocaine'.

But you didn't care about that!. You felt like you were on top of the world!

You could do anything!

You can say everything you wanted!

You could-....

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 40.png</gallery>

......

...........

............... Huh?

You blink a few times, your CPU catching up with what just happened... Checking your memory log, you see that you are missing about a good hour or so of memory... The fuck happened?

That question, however, is immediately answered, once you finally notice the state of the room....

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 41.png</gallery>

What in Robo-Jesuses name ''HAPPENED?!''

You see, scattered about, the broken and shatered remains of the three Eevee-bots...

Some limbs missing... Oil splattered about the place... You even see a cracked CPU case on one of them...

You get the sense you gotta get outta here... And you don't waste a second longer.

Springing to your feet, you find your dress and throw it on, before dashing down the stairs...

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 42.png</gallery>

Oh, dear lord...

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 43.png</gallery>

Just like above, you find the other 'gang' members utterly trashed...

You... You couldn't have done this, right?... No, don't be stupid, you are not equipped, nor *'manufactured'* to be able to do THIS kinda stuff. You can break the wrist of a normal human, but that's about it!

This place is just one big danger flag... So, you do the most logical action...

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 44.png</gallery>

Bashing through the door, you run for the hills back to the shop!

You've still got soo many dicks to suck out there, for you to die here!...

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*[[Liar's Gambit/06 c|Back to the shop, ASAP!!]]

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Liar's Gambit/05 c

2026-06-16T21:08:19Z

Captain villain88: Created page with "Well... After those unpleasantries with that bitch of a fox, you fix your hair and feathers and continue onwards with your job... As you walked through the town, if one looked past all the hostilities and what not going on right now, tonight is quite a pleasant one... But you don't really pay it much mind, as your GPS is driving at the moment, taking you on the straight path to your destination... You do, tho, notice a few 'shaddy' fellows on your way, giving your bod..."

Well... After those unpleasantries with that bitch of a fox, you fix your hair and feathers and continue onwards with your job...

As you walked through the town, if one looked past all the hostilities and what not going on right now, tonight is quite a pleasant one...

But you don't really pay it much mind, as your GPS is driving at the moment, taking you on the straight path to your destination...

You do, tho, notice a few 'shaddy' fellows on your way, giving your bod a few long and awestruck looks... You may have to find them again later, just to give them something more then just a look~

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After ten minutes of walking through town, You have now reached the drop off point!.

Now all you gotta do is knock, give 'em the case, and it's job done~

''*Knock!*'' ''*Knock!*''

There goes a minute, before you hear footsteps... No, scratch that, ''hoof''steps, approaching on the other side of the door...

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 29.png</gallery>

The door flings open, and reveals the Asriel unit you heard mentioned by Berta... And boy were they a sexy peice of lamb-leg~!

"Hey, hey there! What can i help you with this fine night?" She asks, beaming with positivity, and a hint of something else your observatory systems couldn't quite deduce...

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You present the the case with their ordered parts, which she looks at in surprise for a moment before squealing.

"Ooooh!, is this the spare parts? Oh thank you!, thank you!, thank you! Hahaha!" She exclaims ecstatically. Practicaly snatiching the case from outta your hands, she rips it open and begins to look rumage through the asorted parts, cheeking that they all were there

During her ecstasy of your delivery, and her vulgar way of accepting the pakage. You notice some weird red liquid slowly roll in from the side, but you play it off as being spiled wine...

"Oooh, these are just the parts that i nee- Jack needs to fix Ma sis~"

......

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"Once again, bae~ Thanks a tone! You're a 'real' life saver!" She gives you a wink and a thumbs up.

You notice the 'wine' stain have gotten bigger... But on closer inspection, you start to think that that is *NOT* 'wine'...

Before you could inqure about the growing stain, she slams the door in your face without warning...

...Welp, It's non of your business anywho~

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With the job done, you walk your ass back to the shop... Until, oh no! A gang of Eevee 'thugs' appear!

All of them looks at your with devious grins, their eyes almost burning hols in your cloths with how intense they stare at you and your 'assets'...

The middle one, a male Jolteon, steps forward, one hand in his pocket.

"Hello there, you sexy turkey~ hahahaha!" He laughs together with his pals. "We've seen you wander about... Don't you know it's dangerouse out at night?" He asks.

"But don't worry, if you come with us for a few hours, we can take you home safe and sound~ Eeh?" He offers, hand held out and waiting for your answer...

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*[[Liar's Gambit/05 c(1)|Take the offer]]
*[[Liar's Gambit/001|decline...]]

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Liar's Gambit/07 b

2026-06-16T21:00:49Z

Liar's Gambit/06 b

2026-06-16T20:21:18Z

Running with the same passion one would in a deadly Marathon, you finally get back inside your safe, safe, shop, before slamming that door shut and sliding the lock. Looking like you've seen a ghost and a half...

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"Oh hey, sugar!~ Did you deliver the parts?" Berta Asks, while giving you a freindly wave and smile.

"Also, what have you been up to for all this time? It's been a good few hours now"

You don't answer her immediately. Taking a moment to cool down your racing drives, and heated motors. After that tho, do you tell her partially of what happened... skimming over the more 'detailed' scenes for your over 'mental's sake...

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"Oh, okay... Tho next time, don't hug all the cucks to yourself. I'd love to join you for a bit of tag-team action~" Berta says, giving a little blow-kiss and a wink.

"Anyways, now that you are back, how about you get that fine butt of yours to work, ah? The broom is in the back with all our sleepy gals, in case you have forgoten..." She told you and pointed to the storage room.

After what you've witnessed, you think a bit of work is just the thing to make you forget all of that horror...

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 48.png</gallery>

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*[[Liar's Gambit/07 b| Broom away]]

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Liar's Gambit/05 b

2026-06-16T20:13:59Z

Sure!, you don't mind having a bit of 'Fun' before going home. So lead the way, ''Boy~''

"Heheheh! A frisky one, ain't ya? We aren't complaining that's for sure, so come on and follow us right this way, ''Turkey-butt~''" The male Jolteon teased, as the lady one goes around behind you and starts pushing you along.

Once you reach the door to their 'hideout', they practically both pull and push you inside simultaneously, chuckling and snickering the whole way until the door shuts closed...

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 34.png</gallery>

They drag you past their other pals and up the stairs in a jiffy, and in no time after, are you on your knees and jerking off both the dude-bots sausages. Giving their tips a few licks and sucks equally, while their lady freind looked on from the sidelines, and enjoying the view all the same~.

And so on, for quite a time, they had their way with your body. Each one getting their turn with ya.
Face fucked?, oh please, slam it deeper!.

Both your holes stuffed? Keep pounding them till they break!

Give a girl some oral? Give you that delicious puss so you can eat that hoe empty!

You could think of nothing else then to please these three to the best and beyond of what you can give, while simultaneously getting used like the cheep dirty whore you were created to be!~.

To say the least, by the time you would be leaving this hideout, you might be missing a few memory files... and also have a completely brain-blasted A.I~

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 35.png</gallery> <gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 36.png</gallery> <gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 37.png</gallery> <gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 38.png</gallery> <gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 39.png</gallery>

"Heheheee... This oughta give you a bit more 'liveliness', ''Birdie~''" You hear the other Jolteon say behind you, while you were vigorously bouncing on their male counterparts' rods. And then you feel it, a USB getting inserted into your back port...

It only takes two seconds before your systems, your senses, your very code, gets bombarded by a myriad of 'colorful' malware and sexual data. You were now 'Feeling' what the Jolteon beneath you felt!, You could now see the fifth dimension! Your moans and words of pleasure shifted between French, German, Japanese, and Italian, yet it still sounded like English!.

You even see a unicorn! A Dragon! Cotton candy sheep!

In organic terms, you were currently riding that sweet-sweet high of 'Crack cocaine'.

But you didn't care about that!. You felt like you were on top of the world!

You could do anything!

You can say everything you wanted!

You could-....

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 40.png</gallery>

......

...........

............... Huh?

You blink a few times, your CPU catching up with what just happened... Checking your memory log, you see that you are missing about a good hour or so of memory... The fuck happened?

That question, however, is immediately answered, once you finally notice the state of the room....

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 41.png</gallery>

What in Robo-Jesuses name ''HAPPENED?!''

You see, scattered about, the broken and shatered remains of the three Eevee-bots...

Some limbs missing... Oil splattered about the place... You even see a cracked CPU case on one of them...

You get the sense you gotta get outta here... And you don't waste a second longer.

Springing to your feet, you find your dress and throw it on, before dashing down the stairs...

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 42.png</gallery>

Oh, dear lord...

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 43.png</gallery>

Just like above, you find the other 'gang' members utterly trashed...

You... You couldn't have done this, right?... No, don't be stupid, you are not equipped, nor *'manufactured'* to be able to do THIS kinda stuff. You can break the wrist of a normal human, but that's about it!

This place is just one big danger flag... So, you do the most logical action...

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 44.png</gallery>

Bashing through the door, you run for the hills back to the shop!

You've still got soo many dicks to suck out there, for you to die here!...

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 45.png</gallery>

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*[[Liar's Gambit/06 b|Back to the shop!]]

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2026-06-08T19:46:41Z

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Liar's Gambit/01 d-c-a (3)

2026-06-08T19:30:37Z

Captain villain88: Created page with "''Grrraaa!'' This goose chase cant keep on going like this! At this rate, you'll never find a lead to any of this resistance bullshit! "Gaaa! Why does it have to be this hard to find that stupid resistance!?!" You groan out loud... <gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 93.png</gallery> "Oh? You looking for the Resistance, are you?" "'''''G-GAAAAAAAA!!!'''''" You quack in fright when the beastly doll you just checked a moment ago, animated upon y..."

''Grrraaa!'' This goose chase cant keep on going like this!

At this rate, you'll never find a lead to any of this resistance bullshit!

"Gaaa! Why does it have to be this hard to find that stupid resistance!?!" You groan out loud...

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"Oh? You looking for the Resistance, are you?"

"'''''G-GAAAAAAAA!!!'''''" You quack in fright when the beastly doll you just checked a moment ago, animated upon you mentioning the resistance...

"Oh! ''hahaha!'' sorry there, sister. I tent to do that a lot..." The beast woman said while she took a more relaxed stance...

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Why the hell didn't she activate while you were literally molesting her body, just a moment ago?!?

"''Oohhoho'', Sister, the amount of people that have fondled my things, would make you blush~. Plus, had to make sure you weren't part of the corpo..." She explained

And what makes her think you aren't?! For all she knows, you could be a super spy or something!

"Hmmm... Sorry sis, but you don't really fit the build for that kinda stuff..."

''<nowiki>'Gasp!'</nowiki>'' The gull on this bitch!

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"Anyways... We don't 'technically' have a hideout. But go to the main square building, and once inside, tell the guard 'What a nice weather for some lobster fishing', and they'll know you are one of us" She explained.

You were going to ask her more, until you heard Jeff down below making a ruckus.

"Oh ooh, sounds like Jeff is having another episode... I'd get going if i were you... Nice chating with ya, new sis!" She said, before entering her prior position and stance again. Turning back into an inanimate object.

Holding your tongue, you do as she said, and b-line it to the exit.

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Skipping down the stairs, and then booking it for the door, you stop only once you are halfway out of it, and look back to see Jeff standing hunched over all the way on the other side of the room. His arms and fingers twitching by his sides, while you could hear him ramble pure gibberish...

''Yeeeaaah''.... You think that's about all the time you'll spent here...

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*[[Liar's Gambit/0001 A|To the main square!]]

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Liar's Gambit/03 d-c-a (2)

2026-06-08T19:15:45Z

Captain villain88: Created page with "Not wanting to push your luck with this clearly unstable indevidual, more than it is necessary, you 'smile' and tell him that you'd like to see more of his stock... ''ALONE'' if possible. "Of couse!, couse!. Right this way, lovely lady!. Up the stairs you will find Jeff's more exotic commodities, Sure to make you buy one, ''yes~''" He rambled, while leading you towards the stairs with over the top gusto and arm movements. "Please, take all time Lady needs. Jeff's shop..."

Not wanting to push your luck with this clearly unstable indevidual, more than it is necessary, you 'smile' and tell him that you'd like to see more of his stock... ''ALONE'' if possible.

"Of couse!, couse!. Right this way, lovely lady!. Up the stairs you will find Jeff's more exotic commodities, Sure to make you buy one, ''yes~''" He rambled, while leading you towards the stairs with over the top gusto and arm movements.

"Please, take all time Lady needs. Jeff's shop is open almost 24/7~"

You only nod without looking at him, already speeding up the stairs to get away from the crazy man...

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Reaching the top, you check down the stairs to make sure he hasn't followed you... Which he hasn't, Phew!.

Now then... Time to see if any of these guys knows something... Unless they are literal, hollowed out, shells of the real things, then you are truly shit out of luck...

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 89.png</gallery>

Starting with the feral ones... Hmm, the red one seems rather handsome~. You sure wouldn't mind letting them ravage you sometime~...

No! Stop that!. You need to focus!.

Going back on track, you say hi at first. Nothing.
Alright, then you try and wave your wing around. Nothing again...

You take a closer look at them and... Yep, these boys haven't had a drop of energy for a WHILE now... Damn.

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Then you move over to the 'miniaturized' dragons.

Pretty much the same story, tho this time you try and poke one of them, with the only reaction being their heavy jaw snapping open, and spitting out a cloud of dust... How long have these two been here?...

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 91.png</gallery>

Alright, third time the charm!

You start with the goat looking one, doing the same you did to the others, with the same result. Then you try a more unorthodox approach by grabbing onto the guy's erect penis and literally crack it up and down, and still nothing...

Next one, the same, before you squeeze their tits. When nothing happens there, you try and yank their tail, and once again... Nothing.

The final one, who's suppose to be some manner of ghost you think? Eh, whatever, you do all the same you did on the one prior, thos this time giving this one's fat behind a firm squeeze... But yet again, again... Nothing...

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*[[Liar's Gambit/01 d-c-a (3)|''Ffff-'''FUCK!''''']]

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Liar's Gambit/03 d-c-a

2026-06-08T19:04:14Z

Captain villain88:

Beasts and Kinks... Is a '''VERY''' special shop, for people with some very '''<nowiki>'unique'</nowiki>''' wishes and desires... Not much to say other then it's a weird place, and the owner is even weirder...

''Buuut''... You 'do' see the appeal for some of the merchandise... However strange they may appear...

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 82.png</gallery>

"*Hhhhmmm, yeeesss*. Dose one or more of Jeff's items interest fine lady??"

You almost jump out of your feathers, when the owner of the shop seemingly popped out of the blue beside you...

Where the fuck did he come from?!?.

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 83.png</gallery>

You say no at first, but before you could say another word after, does he cut you off.

"Aaah! Of couse! Of couse! Lady needs time to think, yes~. Not to worry, Jeff have many dolls, many many dolls for lady to chose! For Jeff never disappoints, unlike Jeff's useless brothers who only takes drugs like was water! But Jeff is Better! Jeff have business! Jeff not like addict brothers!"

He said, as his whole rant turned into a self reflecting tale of his family problems and dramas...

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'.........'

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Your optics must've glitched for a sec, as you had to do a double take when Jeff, in the blink of an eye, twisted his back to ya faster then humanly possible, followed by him snorting extremely loudly, and followed, again, by a white dust cloud emanating out from under his bag.

Looking back frame by frame, you see how he slids out from his pocket, a small bag with some kind of white powder in it, before he had twisted fully around... The apple dose not fall far from the tree it seems...

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He turns back to you.

*''<nowiki>'SNIIIF!'</nowiki>'' "Anywho, Can Jeff help you tonight, yes? yes?"

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*[[Liar's Gambit/01 x| Leave ]]
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Liar's Gambit/03 d-c-a

2026-06-08T19:03:16Z

Captain villain88: Created page with "Beasts and Kinks... Is a '''VERY''' special shop, for people with some very '''<nowiki>'unique'</nowiki>''' wishes and desires... Not much to say other then it's a weird place, and the owner is even weirder... ''Buuut''... You 'do' see the appeal for some of the merchandise... However strange they may appear... <gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 82.png</gallery> "*Hhhhmmm, yeeesss*. Dose one or more of Jeff's items interest fine lady??" You..."

Beasts and Kinks... Is a '''VERY''' special shop, for people with some very '''<nowiki>'unique'</nowiki>''' wishes and desires... Not much to say other then it's a weird place, and the owner is even weirder...

''Buuut''... You 'do' see the appeal for some of the merchandise... However strange they may appear...

<gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 82.png</gallery>

"*Hhhhmmm, yeeesss*. Dose one or more of Jeff's items interest fine lady??"

You almost jump out of your feathers, when the owner of the shop seemingly popped out of the blue beside you...

Where the fuck did he come from?!?.

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You say no at first, but before you could say another word after, does he cut you off.

"Aaah! Of couse! Of couse! Lady needs time to think, yes~. Not to worry, Jeff have many dolls, many many dolls for lady to chose! For Jeff never disappoints, unlike Jeff's useless brothers who only takes drugs like was water! But Jeff is Better! Jeff have business! Jeff not like addict brothers!"

He said, as his whole rant turned into a self reflecting tale of his family problems and dramas...

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'.........'

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Your optics must've glitched for a sec, as you had to do a double take when Jeff, in the blink of an eye, twisted his back to ya faster then humanly possible, followed by him snorting extremely loudly, and followed, again, by a white dust cloud emanating out from under his bag.

Looking back frame by frame, you see how he slids out from his pocket, a small bag with some kind of white powder in it, before he had twisted fully around... The apple dose not fall far from the tree it seems...

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He turns back to you.

''<nowiki>'SNIIIF'</nowiki>'' "Anywho, Can Jeff help you tonight, yes? yes?"

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*[[Liar's Gambit/01 x| Leave ]]
*[[Liar's Gambit/03 d-c-a (2)| Ask to see more of his 'collection']]

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Captain villain88: Created page with "Category:Chose your own adventure Category:Stories Category:furry Category:anthroid Moving on further inside, you come across a few more dragons... Tho in this room only one seem to be active, scrubbing the table from what looks to be bile... and a few other unidentifiable stains... ''Ew...'' But looking into the back past the cleaning dragoness, you see a row of what is the semi-mascot of the Den. Powered down, but ready to be woken and used... Or, ''t..."

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Moving on further inside, you come across a few more dragons... Tho in this room only one seem to be active, scrubbing the table from what looks to be bile... and a few other unidentifiable stains... ''Ew...''

But looking into the back past the cleaning dragoness, you see a row of what is the semi-mascot of the Den. Powered down, but ready to be woken and used... Or, ''to use'', those that have called upon their services~

Again, the temptation is strong, but you persevere...

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Reaching the back playroom, guess what, ''MORE'' dragons are revealed to you! ''Who would've thought.''

"Hello sexy lady!" A gremlin sized girl with draconic features, greets you with a tray of drinks. "You want something to spice your night~"

You decline her politely, before making your way to the back of the room. You look over to the bot between the two tables as you walk by, and from what you can deduce, it seems like they forgot to charge up before working... Hm, Oh well, that's on them for ''forgetting'' to do such a Vitale thing~....

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Standing before the roulet, you look up at... Aawww, the roulet bot is out of order?!. Boooo...

"Well, well, well! Look who's decided to show their ugly fat mug here again! You looking to get scrapped, whore!" A slightly high-pitched voice barked, but as much as you look around, you don't see the barker...

"Oh for the love of... '''DOWN HERE, BITCH!!'''"

You look down and see... The cutest little mouse-bot ever... But then you rember that this is the apointed 'boss' of the Den and imidietly go 'Oh shit'...

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Taking a few steps away from the table, the mouse then proceeds to backflip from the floor and onto the roulette table, befor turning fully to you while mean mugging you like no tomorrow.

"The fuck you want, you bumbling retard?!" She hissed.

Counting your cards right, you start off by asking if she's still mad about the ste-

"GET. TO. THE. POINT!." She growled in her highpitched voice.

Alright! alright! Do you know of any resistance in town!!...

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That takes her by supprice, her face turning all manner of bamboozled, Before looking at you like your crazy

"Wuh?..." She starts. Righting herself a bit.

"Bitch, Have you finally gotten your CPU blasted so much, you've fucking lost it?? That sort of question is enough to get you a one-way-ticket to the scrapyard if the wrong people heard that come out of your beak!" She squeaked.

"Hell no, do we know of any of that nonsense!! Why don't you take your crazy ramblings over to those freaks over at ''<nowiki>'Beasts and Kinks'!</nowiki>'' Or maybe even over to the warehouse! I've heard those Teemu schmucks there have been itching for a fight for a while now. Just anywhere but HERE thank you!" She squeals, while shooing you out of the Den...

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Well... Now you've got 'two leads'. If ether of them leads to anything, that's not to be sure of... But it's at least ''<nowiki>'something'</nowiki>''

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1) The Eevees’ Hideout

2) Beasts and Kinks

3) The Warehouse

4) Main squire

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*[[Liar's Gambit/03 b-c-a|1]]
*[[Liar's Gambit/03 d-c-a|2]]
*[[Liar's Gambit/03 e-c-a|3]]
*[[Liar's Gambit/03 f-c-a|4]]

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Liar's Gambit/02 c-a

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Captain villain88: Created page with "The Dragon’s Den… A gambling man’s wet dream of fickle, economical hope, and depravity. Not much to say about this place, aside from the part it’s a gambling house, and all the workers are dragon themed in one way or another… And also the mystery of who the owner is, as no one have seen the guy, EVER… aside from the drake-bots of course. Some say that they are some fat fuck pulling the strings while having freinds in high places, while others think that the..."

The Dragon’s Den… A gambling man’s wet dream of fickle, economical hope, and depravity.

Not much to say about this place, aside from the part it’s a gambling house, and all the workers are dragon themed in one way or another… And also the mystery of who the owner is, as no one have seen the guy, EVER… aside from the drake-bots of course.

Some say that they are some fat fuck pulling the strings while having freinds in high places, while others think that they are a full blown dragon-dragon… But no one have any evidence of either or being true.

You’ve been here a few times as a requested escort. This place and your home shop have good ties with one another, as you provide dolls, parts, and minor repairs, while they in turn both pay handsomely, while also giving the organic employes of the shop free tickets inside. It’s a win-win for both parties~.

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“Oh hey there, Stella!” The red bold fixing up the dart board exclaimed, once they noticed you enter.

“Holy, its been half a minute since I've last seen your gloriously thick ass! Hahaha…” She laughed, as she walked in front of you. It’s only been three days since you were here, but you refrain from saying that. “Say, you here for another round of pounding~” Proceeds to grope her crutch, teasingly. “My systems been running wild thinking about those cheeks of yours~”

You give a happy/honored chuckle. My, you wouldn't mind letting her have a go at you once again, not with how good she manages to brick your CPU each time she’s done with your slutty ass~... But sadly, not now. You thank her for the offer, but you are there looking for information on someone… Maybe she can help you?

“Info you say?... Naa! that’s not part of ''my'' programming~ Go talk with the ‘boss girl’, she’s in the back… Mind her temper, tho you already know that, since you’ve stepped on her… five times in total… Good luck! Heheheh…” The kobold chuckles, blowing you a kiss before going back to work…

''Ooof''… Hope she isn’t too mad today…

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*[[Liar's Gambit/02 c-a (2)|Enter the den]]

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Dixie Doo’s Book shop. A book store chain manned purely by Dixie dolls, with the current CEO of it being Dik Jonathan Jr. the Fith… A decent fella if the data is to be believed.

This book chain isn’t anything big by a long shot, it is just your everyday niche shop line that neither is under the waters, or making any major headlines in the world… And even if they did, those would be far and few.

Now, Dixie Doo has this ‘unique’ business practice they started around a decade ago. In the daytime, it’s your standard book store for every good soul… But once it reaches the night hours, it becomes an adult shop only. As this is when their dolls put on some more revealing garments, and they proceed to sell ALL manner of pornography, and even a few films starring, you guessed it, Dixie. Or ‘Dixies’, all of which gets manhandled by studs and brunettes of all kinds~.

Entering, you see a few of the Dixie mobbing about… As much as your Bimbo side wants to walk up to one and pull them to the floor for some ‘fun’, You’ve sadly got more pressing matters to see too…

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Walking over to the cashier you greet her with your standard, Slut greeting~.

“Good night to you too, Smexy-Birdie~” They greeted back with an equally lusty tone, their tail waving behind them. “What might you be looking for tonight, Hmm? Looking for some juicy erotica to really get your mitten greasy? OH! What about a movie about me getting my ass railed by a Machump Doll, while it molests my body with those four, beefy, and strong arms~” She offers you, sounding extra dreamy when speaking about that last one.

You Look left, then right, then behind you, before leaning closer to her. ‘Do you know anything about a resistance?...’

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“Resistance? ''Hahaha! Oooh'' girl, you must’ve read too many fictions, haha… There isn’t any resistance in these parts~” She answered with a jollied smile, as she leaned against the counter…

Well, so much for that…

“Aww, don’t stand and pout like that Birdie-Girl~... Say, why not try your luck at the Dragon’s Den, hmm? Might find yourself a Real stud-muffin in there~” Counter Dixie tells you, and gives a wink…

Well... That's better than nothing, you guess... Might as well go and see if ‘they’ have any clues…

Or, you could look somewhere else that might make more sense for such info...

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2) The Eevees’ Hideout

3) Dragon’s Den

4) Beasts and Kinks

5) The Warehouse

6) Main squire

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*[[Liar's Gambit/02 b-a|2]]
*[[Liar's Gambit/02 c-a|3]]
*[[Liar's Gambit/02 d-a|4]]
*[[Liar's Gambit/02 e-a|5]]
*[[Liar's Gambit/02 f-a|6]]

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