FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Fascinating, Rouge" the text read on the screen. "The scarab has begun its symbiosis upon you, and this is the result? Very fascinating, indeed!"

"H... hey! If you can hear me, how do I get rid of-"

The scarab injected my chest once more. The fluids pushed through the needles it produced and into my tips, right through my nipples. My eyes roll back and my legs, once rigid, give way. I slid down, my hands comically smacking the keyboard and dragging it down with me as I fall onto my back. "Ah.... Ah... Gaia... and Chaos... and Solars..."

I laid there for a bit, trying to catch my breath, but that final injection sent me over the edge of climax. The crotch of the scarab suit became wet with my release. Being a squirter, I groan when I didn't have anywhere for it to go. The skintight bodysuit kept it all there. Luckily, my webcam didn't look down here, or else I'd be..."

I blink, watching as the corded camera swung back and forth from the desk, pointed right between my legs.

Moaning, I tried to get up, but my arms were too tired and the gold too heavy.

Something happened between my legs: another tingling worked its way in the pelvic area, only for the suit to rumble and roll.

"W... what?"

Suddenly, little licking tendrils rub up and down along my legs and my thighs. They get down deep, going into the crevices between my legs, up against my thighs and up against the lips of my sex.

With little pumps, the strange things feeling around my body sucked up the moisture from my legs, drying off my orgasm with loud slurping sounds.

"H... how disgusting..." I panted, my hands moving down along my body against the strength of the suit. "Do you... do you actually eat that...?"

But as I tried to reach down there, suddenly, those tendrils go from my legs to up against the lips of my sex. I gasp, my hands and head falling back, my hips rasing up as if on their own. "Aah...n... f.... S... stop! That's... that's too... ooo..."

My eyes grew heavy. My body grew weak, but I could feel the tentacles down between my legs lick and rub against my lips and even fight each other as they seek a way inside my slit. But just as I was about to drift off into stimulated bliss, an all-too-familiar prick hit me. This time, the needle pierced through my clit, turning it into a throbbing, sensitive mess! Each time a tentacle brushed up against it, I cried out. "Ahhh! Aahn, shi~it!"

With a burst of energy, or perhaps the scarab's wish, I could move again. I rolled around, curling up, my hands between my legs. I pressed against my crotch, trying to pin the tentacles down, but it only served to stimulate my nub. I crossed my ankles and clenched my teeth, humming as I felt the sensations shoot electric shocks of joy up through me!

"Aaah, n... not a.... Again! Not in there!"

Finally, the warring tentacles made up their mind, and as a singular unit, they swirl around and push down deep inside of me. I coughed, my tongue rolling out of my mouth, licking over the scarab suit's covering, drooling in my orgasm as I hit it again, staining my fur, no doubt, but also stimulating the tentacles to start the process all over again, drinking my fluids from off of my aroused flesh!

But it wasn't just from off of my body. No, it was slurping directly from the source! With loud sucking sounds, the scarab drank from my sex, getting up all the wetness, all the lubrication, all the orgasm with its hungry sucking. I shuddered. I groaned, I thought about escape. But there was no escape. There could be no escape.

I laughed. It was loud. It was horny, and it was maniacal. I rocked my hips, fucking the long tentacle tongue. "That's right... fuck me. Fuck me hard, fuck me raw and drink it all up, you bastard!"

I let go between my legs and spread myself out. I planted my feet to the ground, and my hands moved down along my body. I pinched at my sensitive chest, gasping as I felt the enhanced pleasure filling me up. I rocked my hips into the air, fucking the sky as the tentacle fucked me silly. The groans of my pleasure must have filled my room, and also must have given my client so much of his precious "data." When I get my hands on him, I'll... Ill...

I'll what? What would I do What can I do? As my hands move down between my legs, I didn't think about any sort of revenge. I just thought about getting myself off, over and over again. I flicked my bean with more intensity than I had ever done in the past. No session by myself had been so pleasurable, and no man--or woman-- had fulfilled me like this thing was. "Aah... th... this is great! This is... this is incredible. Fuck it, keep it up, I'm going to cum again! Aaaaah!"

I don't know why I said that. I don't know why I invited it to continue. But as it kept making me cum, over and over and over again, I lost track of time. I lost track of self. There was only pleasure. Never-ending, yet becoming less and less pronounced. I had become addicted in that short time-frame. I wanted more, needed more, and soon, it could not provide enough even to keep me awake...