FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Disclaimer - [Sponsored Content] - Do you find yourself embarrassed in public because you have no inflatable toys? Do people make fun of you for your lack of handles and fins? This very story has the cure! Lose pounds fast with this one simple trick. Make your skin perfectly smooth and glossy. All you have to do, dear reader, is continue. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Decadence Delivered

Grant sighed, crinkling his hand into the bag of chips and finding nothing but salt and a few crispy crumbs. It was that point of the night where he should have gone to sleep an hour ago, but there was still internet that he hadn't seen; not in the last few minutes at least. The top of his browser was a jagged serration of different tabs, the audio from an unwatched Youtube video playing in the background. He yawned and scratched his bare chest before returning to his cyber-journey.

He idly clicked over to some online shopping. It was two minutes away from the point where the daily deals flipped over. He yawned and took a sip from his nearly flat cola. The timer slowly ticked down the seconds. Eventually, Grant refreshed the page and was rewarded with a cavalcade of new bargains, from a metric socket wrench adapter, to synthetic reeds for an alto saxophone. What caught his eye though, was a small thumbnail for a pool toy. Instead of being splayed out on the water, the blurry black and white pixilated figure seemed to recline on the surface of the pool in the same way that one might if they were waiting on a sheepskin rug in front of the fire.

He clicked.

FLOAT EVERYWHERE - Anthro Orca Inflatable. We take style and quality seriously and will make you a float that's the center of attention in any situation.

ORIGINAL DESIGN - All the curves and contours that you want in an inflatable toy.

JUST WHAT YOU DESIRE - Fun for all genders and body types.

NO QUESTIONS ASKED GUARANTEE - We guarantee that you will love it, or your money back.

The pictures showed a curvaceous black and white humanoid figure casually laying on its side in the water, skin patterned like a killer whale. It was strangely graceful for some children's toy. But the harder he looked, the less it seemed like anything for a child. Two voluminous breasts crowded her chest, each glossy and snow white. Grant's brow furrowed and his pants tightened. The painted-on smirk of the figure almost looked like it was winking at him. His eyes traced down over its glossy belly and then between the thick rounded bulges of its thighs. Jutting from the animalistic creature's crotch was a foot-long glossy white rod with a defined black phallic head.

He immediately closed the tab.

Nope nope nope.

Jeeze. Grant made sure that he didn't have any open tabs of porn outside of stealth-mode. He always worried that the internet was somehow catching on, but everything else was properly secure.

They should really put warnings on that kind of stuff. He frowned as he reached down and adjusted his erection.

Grant shook his head as he navigated towards the three news sites that he always came back to. Of course, there was nothing new since the last time he checked thirty minutes ago; people were still arguing about whether the president was a genius or a madman. But more distracting was the banner ad at the top of the screen.

Looking for lovely inflatables? We have just what you want!

Grant's eyes traced down to find a familiar black and white figure reclining on the top of a bright cerulean pool, their long tail curled out behind them, flukes splashing at the surface of the water coyly.

Cheeks burning, Grant quickly closed the tab and moved on towards international news.

The world cup was on. There were probably other things happening as well, but all the world seemed to care about was football at the moment. He idly clicked on an article about a scandal in FIFA. It seemed that the 120-degree weather in Qatar made it a suspicious place for the next global soccer tournament. The allegations were getting worse and worse, but then, wedged between paragraphs . . .

14 Sexy pooltoys near you** . Love is just a call away!**

The curvaceous black and white figure was draped over a sun chair by the pool, their black vinyl hand reaching out towards an antique telephone on the table next to them, brushing one finger coquettishly over the receiver.

Grant blinked and craned his neck forwards, staring at the monitor. This was insane. He'd expect to see ads like that if he was trying to find less-than-legal copies of a movie, but not on a respectable news site.

God, if people knew that he'd been looking at stuff like that, he'd never hear the end of it. This was a problem that he was going to have to nip in the bud.

He opened a new tab and clicked through his bookmarks, going back to the shopping site he'd originally seen the inflatable on. He was going to go and delete that particular item from his browsing history when something caught his attention. The small red (1) and exclamation mark in the upper right corner of the screen was like a sprinkle of cocaine to an addict going through withdrawal, and he clicked on it automatically.

Your Order of <Anthro Inflatable Orca> has shipped! Click here to track your purchase.

That wasn't right.

Grant frantically clicked the link and went over to his order management page. He must have accidentally clicked on something, so all he had to do was cancel his order and . . .

He looked at the order tracker. Instead of the normal "in transit," it showed the number of meters his package was away from his apartment . . . and the number was quickly ticking down. This had never happened before. Grant wasn't even sure how they could possibly have the technology to track exactly where the box was in relation to him. Regardless though, it had to be wrong because he had only accidentally made the order a few minutes ago, in the middle of the night. It couldn't already be under a hundred meters from his place.

The number reached zero.

The doorbell rang.

Grant almost fell out of his seat.

He rubbed a hand over his face and looked towards the floating red numbers of his clock. 12:12 AM. The front desk was supposed to collect packages, not that anyone in their right mind would deliver one this late. Maybe his neighbor was just high and needed help resetting his router again . . .

Flicking on a light and trudging towards the door, the shirtless Grant grumbled to himself, scratching his leg through his flannel pajama bottoms. He peered through the peephole into the florescent bleakness of the hallway. No one was there. He paused for half a second as he reached for the handle before opening the door.

Lying on the frayed carpeting of the hallway was a simple cardboard box, about a foot across, with a stylized orca on the shipping label. He quickly scooped it up and slammed the door. God only knew what his neighbors would think if they saw something like that lying in front of his door.

Tossing the surprisingly heavy package onto the kitchen counter, he instinctually grabbed the scissors and glided one edge through the packing tape before stopping.

He didn't order this.

Brow furrowed, he put down the scissors and rubbed his palms over his eyes blearily. It was like he was just running on auto pilot at this point. He could deal with it in the morning before work.

Leaving the half-opened box behind him, he flicked off the lights and collapsed onto his bed. He should have gone to sleep hours ago, but he could still live with a solid six hours of rest. He pulled his comforter over himself and closed his eyes, yawning as he tried to let his mind wander and pull him towards sleep.

What a trip though. All because of some weird inflatable sex doll.

It was like trying not to think of pink elephants. The more he tried to not think about it, the clearer he saw the gleaming black and white curves in his vision. He could see the orca's bemused grin as she lounged by the glittering blue water of a pool. She leaned back, her buxom breasts heaving as her glossy body squeaked against the tiled ground. The lazy sway of her thick tail made the water ripple behind her as she looked up at him, encouraging him to rub his hands all over her smooth curves, running all the way down towards her rounded tight pussy-hole and taut throbbing . . .

Grant shook himself out of his half-dreaming torpor, sweat rolling down the side of his face. He groaned as he turned onto his side, stiff erection tenting the front of his pajamas. Even as he squeezed his eyes shut and tossed onto his other side, he was fully aware that he wasn't going to be able to sleep without dealing with his still problem.

He idly stoked himself, but couldn't shake his thoughts away from that vivid vision he'd just experienced. He swore that he could still smell the chlorine of the pool. With a groan, he sat up on the side of the bed, looking up towards the ever-present numbers of his clock. 1:14. He looked towards his bedroom door, back towards the kitchen counter. It wasn't like anyone was going to know. Maybe he'd open it . . . just to see what the thing looked like in real life. He licked his lips and nodded in the darkness.

What could it hurt?

He flicked on the lights as he walked to the kitchen, and then stumbled back with a surprised gasp. The box was open, and lying languorously on the counter, was the full human-sized inflatable orca, glossy surface gleaming under the florescent kitchen lights. Grant waited, almost like he expected it to move, but it just sat there, tail draped back towards his sink, lying on its side and staring at him with its dark painted on eyes, accentuated by the white patches behind them.

Grant took a deep breath, considering just popping the thing and being done with it, but his erection throbbed against its flannel prison in dissent.

It must just be one of those auto-inflatable things, like a camping mattress. He probably set it off when he was opening the box. He crept forwards, trying to keep his eyes away from the spire protruding from between the doll's legs. It was like Uncle Sam's finger though, its rounded black head following him as he approached. He stepped in and craned his neck down, looking just below the accusingly jutting length to find a dark rounded opening glistening there. He could almost smell chlorine in the background, just like his dream.

Reaching out, he let his fingers run over the doll's side, just where the pure white met inky black. It was surprisingly soft, the smooth surface dimpling under his fingers. It must have been pumped up really tight because it felt solid and springy, like blemishless skin. A dark spot formed on the front of his pajamas as he reached in with both hands and cupped the dolls ample breasts with them. They filled his palms, squeaking as he squeezed, imitation flesh distending and tightening under his grasp.

He reached one hand down past the nozzle on her belly, specifically avoiding the girthy spire. His finger prodded around the edge of the smooth black hole just below. It was even softer than the rest of her, gliding against his finger as he slipped inside of the rounded hole. The inside was slick and strangely warm, already lubed up and ready to go. His fingertips ran over bumps and ridges, rings and whorls of texture. With a puzzled look on his face, he raised his glistening finger, breathing in the heady synthetic scent of vinyl and chlorine. His lips parted and he closed his eyes, pursing his mouth and licking out slowly over the oily sheen on his digit, tasting the overpoweringly artificial flavor spark against his tongue, a strange tingling spreading with slow warmth.

A thrill ran up his spine before he shook his head and pulled back, panting.

Why had he just done that?

This was so fucking weird. He couldn't deny that he felt hornier than he had in ages though. The doll was fucking hot . . . Even if it had a dick.

He thought about it as he smacked his lips and stepped back towards the fridge. It wasn't like he had to do anything with the dick. His thoughts continued to tumble around in his sleep-deprived brain as he grabbed some orange juice to help clear that strange rubbery taste from his palate.

As he raised the carton to his lips, he didn't notice the creaking noise behind him. Suddenly something cool pressed up against his stomach, just over his navel.

Grant shook his head, blinking groggily as he looked down and noticed the clear vinyl valve stuck to his skin.

"The fuck?"

This had to be some sort of dream.

He reached down and grabbed the plugged nozzle between his fingers, spine immediately stiffening as he sucked in a breath through his teeth. Tingling little runners of pleasure buzzed under his skin as he tugged at the pliant soft plastic material. It didn't come off though, pulling his flesh along with it as Grant tried to wedge a nail under an edge and pull. Tugging at the clear plug only made it feel better, his thoughts oscillating wildly between horror and lust as he thought of the orca again. He couldn't stop his mind from wandering back towards the doll.

He closed his eyes and thought of that pliant perfect skin stretching under his hands, one of his hands sliding under his waistband as his other rubbed against his bare chest while another slid in an rubbed around the edges of the valve stuck over his belly button.

Wait . . .

His eyes shot open, seeing the pitch black slender-fingered hand rubbing against his belly. He spun around and found his face inches away from that of the orca doll, who stood there in a sultry contrapposto, watching him with sultry painted eyes. A terrified accusation hung on his lips before she pressed her rounded muzzle in against his mouth, engulfing his protests as she wrapped her arms around him and leaned into the kiss. The doll's body was so light, but surprisingly solid. Her mouth engulfed his own, muffling his shocked cry of surprise as her taut pink tongue slid around his gums, spreading that musky synthetic flavor.

The doll raised a painted brow, draping their light firm body against him. Grant grimaced in confusion as he felt the orca's ample bosom press against his chest, squeaking as she licked between his teeth, slathering his mouth with that overwhelming and yet increasingly alluring chemical taste. It was like the fumes were sinking directly up into his brain.

He tried to focus.

This was wrong. It wasn't possible. He should try to get away.

And yet her body felt so cool and tight under his fingers as he wrapped his arms around her. His eyes fell half-lidded as her body swelled slightly, and then she exhaled. Grant's cheeks puffed up as he inhaled more than he thought possible, the vinyl-scented air making his ribs creak before his nostrils flared and he breathed out. She immediately forced more air into his mouth through their sloppy kiss, inflating his lungs again as her shapely hands caressed the back of his head, holding him against her shapely form.

His cock pulsed as she wrapped a leg around his calf, grinding against the bulge in his loose pants. Her own fully inflated member throbbed, sandwiched against his own through red and blue checkered flannel.

Every breath she forced into him made his head swim, making his thoughts swirl around like wisps of ribbon in a strong breeze. His body felt like putty in her hands as she ground against him with a slow high-pitched squeak. Grant's lips slowly turned glossy, his skin fading into a slate grey, lighter towards his chin and darker towards his head. The doll breathed more and more of that same scent saturated air into him.

His mouth stretched forwards, lips forming a better seal against her. His chest tingled where her bust rubbed against him, nipples slowly spreading out, flattening into his flesh, color fading into an opaque ashy grey. His groans of surprise faded to muffled moans of pleasure as his chest began to swell, two distinct mounds slowly expanding with each breath she blew into him. It made their bodies rub tighter together, squeaking as the doll pulled tighter against him, her tail snaking about behind her with a satisfied sway.

It was the spark of pleasure from when her cock rubbed up against his belly-nozzle that made him break the kiss, a hiss of air sliding from his rounded lips as he looked down at his changing body. His brow furrowed as he saw the shallow bulges on his chest, peering over them to see the smooth grayness spreading out from around the nozzle, making his body tingle as his hairs were shellacked down into supple smoothness. He opened his mouth, but instead of alarm, all that came out was a halting creak. The cool air hitting his tongue made the taste of the oily slickness in his mouth almost overwhelming, the taste blooming and seeping back further inside of him. It was almost like he could taste the sensation spreading through the insides of his lungs.

The orca stepped back, the corner of her rounded face turning up in a smirk. The enigmatic black and white creature turned to him, leaning back against the counter with a smirk. She slowly reached down, one slender black hand sliding towards her belly and stroking lazily up and down her throbbing black-tipped shaft. Grant stared, hypnotized. His now dainty nostrils huffed at the end of his half-muzzle, smelling the doll's heady scent leaking from the end of that pulsing shaft. He didn't even notice the bead of drool-like lubrication leaking from the edge of his mouth as he licked his tingling lips.

Grant was pulled forwards as if by an invisible string plucked to resonate with his racing heart. He dropped to his knees with an oddly light thud, feeling no pain as the orca wrapped her fingers around his face and pulled him towards her jutting thick spire of hollow flesh. His tongue stretched out from his open maw, tasting the overpowering synthetic musk on her cock before she pulled him against her. His eyes widened as the doll shoved forwards, her cockhead grinding against his palate before sliding into the fleshy back of his throat.

Grant gagged for a moment, but found the rubbery inflatable cock easier and easier to take into his muzzle as the doll rubbed his ears with tacit encouragement. As she kneaded his lobes, they sank back into his head, whorls smoothed out to leave only sleek shining grey skin. That alluring, synthetic taste pervaded his mouth, glistening sheen creeping into his flesh as the spire began to squeak and grind against the insides of his maw. His lips pursed into a ring around the taut length, a position that was easier and easier to hold as his jaw ceased creaking, grey smoothness spreading out over his face as his mouth pressed out into a rounded point, nostrils slowly fading as they filled in.

The doll's cock jerked in his changing mouth, and he felt a dribble of slickness squirt down his throat before a strange hissing sound filled him. His insides felt tight, the pressure inside of him slowly increasing as the orca's hands held him tight, his lips locked around the base of her twitching member that pumped more heady air inside of him. His lungs and insides strained as the cock filled him tighter and tighter, his body feeling light and his mind sailing into a blissful haze with each puffing rush of air into him. His modest breasts swelled out, one hand casually groping at the increasingly sensitive featureless mounds as they heaved with every puff inside of his throat.

The grey sheen spread over his back, his spine tingling as a small fin haltingly creaked out between his shoulders. The harder he sucked, the more his body changed, his hips beginning to widen as his waist pulled in, his figure becoming lithe and buxom as he lost himself in the surreal joy of being filled from the inside out.

Pulling back slowly, she scratched a finger under his chin affectionately. Grant wanted to protest, but his lips didn't move: locked into a permanent glistening circular hole that she ran a finger around slowly, gathering up the slick sheen, making his body tingle as she lapped it off with her thick pink tongue. She reached in under his armpits and hoisted him up easily, leaning him back against the kitchen counter, pressing in and running her tongue teasingly around his mouth-hole as Grant saw stars in his vision from the incapacitating pleasure.

She slid down against him, draping her arms against his neck and licking down between his breasts, sliding down to nibble at the plastic plug that protruded from his navel. Grant let loose a groaning squeal as she touched his plug, his body quivering as she teased the hyper-sensitive addition to his body. He didn't even question having it at this point; it just felt too good.

His cock jerked and strained as she rubbed a glossy cheek down next to it, but her teasing attention continued lower, and she nuzzled in against his balls. Grant's back arched against the counter as she lapped out, slick hollow pink tongue scraping over his testes, lifting them up and letting them pat back down. Where her tongue slid, a grey sheen followed like ink spreading through water. She pressed the rounded tip of her muzzle against the base of his leaking shaft, opened her maw wide and wrapped her lips around his balls. Grant's open O mouth squeaked as she sucked at him in halting tugs before pressing forwards with her tongue, forcing his balls back against his body. He wriggled and writhed, head full of airy pleasure as his testicles were ground back against him, his sack tightening into taut slick grey.

His skin quivered against her tongue, something giving way as she slurped against him again and again with erotically efficient strokes. Grant's head flew back, eyes wide as he felt her push inside of him, his flesh parting as her tongue drilled in just under his cock. The sides of the orca's mouth turned up in a smile as she pressed into the growing opening, her tongue stretching it wider and deeper, feeling him clench and moan as bumps and ridges began to form on the inside of his new passage.

She slid a hand slowly up his thigh, grabbing his cock and slowly pumping up and down, squeezing in time with her tongue's thrusts. Then she began to blow. His shaft quivered, the base swelling almost like a balloon as his member's his skin blazed into a bright pink. She sculped his member as her tongue drilled deeper, deft fingers coaxing his cock out longer, wider at the base and dwindling into a tapered point at the end, all a vibrant wriggling pink that looked much more animal than her own shaft as he was filled with her tight puffing breaths.

Grant wanted release, his entire body wracked with desire as passion bubbled up inside of him. The stimulation was overwhelming, his new rounded pussy-hole clenched around her squirming tongue inside of him as she twisted the tip of his cock in between her fingers. He was so close, his increasingly sleek grey body braced for it as he wriggled and moaned, clenching automatically around her tongue inside of him. He could taste the heady scent of their passion in the air.

As suddenly as she had started, she pulled back, tongue sliding around the circular edges of his new artificial orifice. She stood up slowly, stretching her arms, twisting her body from her shoulders to her fluked tail. Grant looked up at her with wide-eyed admiration, draped back with his elbows braced on the counter. She was so beautiful, so sleek and smooth. He wanted her. He wanted to be like her.

His eyes fell down on his own body. Some parts of him were beautiful, but something was wrong. There were patches of his smooth, blemish-free form that were grotesque, patches of hair and freckles that seemed horrific when compared to the supple dolphin-grey that spread out from his breasts and belly.

He looked up at her, pursed mouth hanging open in a silent question.

The orca smiled down at him, more than happy to help complete the new toy.

She spread her arms out against the counter and pressed forwards with her hips, sliding her black-capped shaft against his own writhing pink one. She wrapped her finger around their members and ground them together with a slow synthetic creak. Grant's entire body quivered as she squeezed, his pink shaft curling against her own. Instead of moans, only squeaks escaped his lips as she pulled up, gathering the same musky slickness that seeped from both their shafts and spreading it over their squished slippery spires.

She rocked herself back as she grabbed Grant's exaggerated hips, lining her member up. Grant's entire body went stiff as the bulbous black head of her cock brushed against the edge of his rounded synthetic hole. Her face split into a grin as he leaned back, fingers white-knuckled against the counter as she slowly sank inside of him. Her bosom heaved as her cock slid past every dot and ridge of texture inside of his freshly formed fuck-hole. Grant's thoughts spun in his mind as the friction lit up his body, pleasure lancing through him as the changes began to spread faster, matching her pace as she pulled back and slid in deeper and deeper. His own pink cock curled and twisted, the pressure inside of him growing as beads of potent clear lubricant ran down his throbbing length.

The orca pulled herself against him, mashing her bust against his own and sliding her hands up to cup his breasts. She paused and her tail lashed behind her, cock stiffening inside of him as she rammed forwards. Grant's insides clenched down in insistent spasmic twists. He couldn't stop himself if he tried. It just felt too good. Her cock arced up, and he heard a familiar hiss as she began to billow into him, his breasts starting to inflate under her kneading grasp.

The changes spread down his arms as he braced himself, grey sheen pulling tighter than skin-tight so that they were svelte and dainty. His spread fingers tugged and merged into three simple flipper-like digits, squeaking against the counter as he felt the changes seep down his legs. His toes grasped out at the linoleum under him as she continued to fuck him, cock jerking and pumping him fuller and fuller. Soon, his toes began to lose definition, slowly pressing together until his feet ended in a smooth featureless mass, like a tight sock made from stretched vinyl.

His entire body was alight with pleasure. With every orgasmic huff of air into him, all the parts of his old body were squeezed down thinner and thinner as he hollowed out. This just made the sensations more and more intense, his whole body condensing down into a sculped sheet of pure bliss as he squeaked and clenched his textured hole around her. His ass rounded out, becoming plump and luscious as she reached down and pinched it. His flesh darkened as he squeaked and writhed, his skin hardening under her grasping fingers as she slowly pulled two plastic handles out of his hips. Bracing herself, and holding tight against his new grips, she rocked harder into him, mashing their squeaky bodies together as she plowed into him.

Grant's squeals came out in halting mewls as he felt a strange insistent pressure growing behind him, like an itch on the inside of his skin. Both of her hands grasped in behind his rounded rump and then squeezed. Grant's entire body quaked, the pressure building up before a strange sliding pop made bliss echo around inside of his increasingly hollow body. He could feel the thick protrusion as it flapped out behind him, two flukes thwapping out to either side from the tip. His new tail twisted, brushing against the cabinets as it was pumped fuller with every one of her huffing thrusts.

The fin on his back slowly pressed out into a prominent grey curl as she leaned in and began to fuck him in earnest. She pressed her muzzle against his own, locking her lips around his mouth-hole and swabbing around the inside with her tongue. Grant squeaked and creaked with need, cock twisting between them, brushing against her nozzle and leaking out a thin stream of need. All traces of his humanity smoothed over, his face creaking out into a fully cetacean muzzle, hair slicking down into his thin sensitive skin. Her eyes stared into his own as they too became smooth, painted onto his pliant flat surface, locked into a lusty half-lidded stupor.

As his body finished changing, she stood up, cock still lodged in his quivering depths. She licked her lips, looking down at his twisting pink member before meeting his half-lidded blissful gaze.

He was ready.

She grabbed him by the shoulders, thrusting in with her hips, and easily bending him double, positioning his mouth-hole so that it was inches away from his wriggling pink cock. She let him hang there a moment, letting the slickness drip from his open mouth onto his member. Then, she ever so slowly guided him down, letting his maw engulf his own shaft, his internal textures sucking in and clenching around his wriggling pink cock.

The sensations overloaded his air-filled head, his entire body thrumming and quivering. An insistent pressure built up, making his skin grow taut before his cock jerked, and he began to cum a cloying scented stream of air into himself. The orca didn't stop slamming her cock forward into him as he suckled at his own shaft, letting him feel exactly how good it felt to be a toy: a squeaky little plaything that wanted nothing more than to fill and be filled. She licked her lips as she reached under his breasts, feeling his body shudder with the height of orgasm as she fingered his clear vinyl plug.

She let him savor it for a second longer before pinching in and yanking the plug from his nozzle. Immediately, the pressure in his body began to hiss out, his skin growing slack. She continued to fuck him even as his air escaped, squeezing his arms so that he could feel the insides of his body rubbing together.

The pleasure doubled, and then tripled, growing exponentially as his body sagged and she held him carefully and wrinkled him in on himself, rolling him up and sliding him along her cock. He was getting sleepy, pleasure battling with a muzzy warmth slowly blanketing his thoughts. His painted-on eyes stared up at her as she pumped into him a few last times before slowly sliding her glistening cock out from his deflated hole. She kneaded the air out from his body, his cock flattening even as his mouth crushed down around it. He let loose a few last feeble squeaks of pleasure as she rolled the last of the air from his body, leaving him in a hazy ecstatic torpor.

He was dimly aware of being folded, his body doubling in on itself, his flat muzzle still butting against his deflated crotch. She stroked her careful fingers over him one last time before setting him in the empty cardboard box. The box felt snug around him as his world went dark, and he head the creak of tape sealing his new home shut.

The new toy pined in his new stasis as he felt his cardboard world picked up and tucked under an arm.

Everything just felt amazing. He couldn't wait to be used by his new master, and show them just how good being a toy could feel . . .