FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

As per the usual, this is not for you if you're younger than eighteen. Once again, I've altered something previously written to keep it properly in the confines of the universe I'm working with already, just to pretend there's some flow to it, so ignore any contradictions. Also, this one gives me warm-fuzzies. Aww.

t3h p05t, 4 j00.

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The next morning, I woke up feeling indescribably good. Tatrix was still naked in my arms, though Sibra had clearly awoken at some point and clothed himself, for he was sitting back against a wall, rather than my back. I rolled the fennec over and squeezed him to wake him up, smelling sweet breath as I did so. He was immediately awake once his eyes opened, and we both stood up. "Kick Sibra," I said. "You're substantially closer to him than I." As he accomplished that relished task, I turned off the stereo- waste of electricity- and went to find some breakfast-type food.

It was a Saturday, so I did very little. Messing around online, playing video games, practicing piano on my little keyboard. The other two just watched me. I spoke a little with them and they each played a game or two, but they had no skill at anything, having never before partaken in anything but sex or, in Sibra's case, anything at all besides fighting. While I was preparing lunch, a package came. Mildly interested, I took it from the front door and opened the shoebox-sized container to find another, finer one within the brown cardboard, along with a note.

"I heard you got some troubadours. As long as you're into that kind of kinky stuff, you may want to try this. It's a little surprising, but highly entertaining. -Jason"

I hadn't actually seen Jason in years and I had no idea how he had gotten the package shipped so quickly. The bronze fox analogue and I had had some fun - nothing serious, not even a hand- or blow-job - during our late high school years, just exploring sexuality, and though we had remained good friends, we lost contact for months at a time. It seemed everyone I knew was a fox, while I remained, necessarily in my mind, a wolf. I raised my eyebrows at the note and pulled out the box he had sent. It had a picture of a female ferret on it and read only, "Fantasy Ferret." Still more intrigued, I opened it up, the troubadours looking over my shoulders, and gasped at what lay inside.

A young, quadrupedal ferret, not quite fully grown, lay in a vaccuum sealed bag, seeming to be dead. Disgusted, I wondered what Jason thought of me, to send me a dead rodent as a sex toy, even as a joke. Then, I read the second note, this one from the manufacturer: "Open the Fantasy Ferret's plastic envelope only at night. It will awaken immediately upon release, and then let the fun begin!" There was nothing else besides legal mumbo-jumbo. I was now utterly clueless, but I turned to see my other two toys stifling laughs. "What?" I asked.

Sibra answered. "Hey, if the manufacturer won't tell you anything, we certainly won't. Just... you're in for a surprise. Especially you." I raised an eyebrow quizzically at Tatrix, but he smiled and said nothing, shaking his head. I sighed grumpliy at them, picked up the box and ferret, and set both on the kitchen counter.

Later, that night, I contemplated the possibilities. The two boys thought it was funny, not dangerous, and Jason had clearly tried it. There was, of course, a tremendous chance he was playing a practical joke on me, but if he were, the only problem would be having a dead ferret in my house.

I had spent the day with others, bragging about my troubadours and revelling in their envy, especially when they learned how I had gotten such a great discount. I brought the two along to show them off and all the girls in our then-ten-person group oo-ed and ah-ed over the fur. Sibra was forced to enjoy himself, and Tatrix hopped in one girl's lap - not my ex-girlfriend's, leaving her sulking - to let her cuddle him. "They're so cute, but... why both males, Glen? I think there's something you haven't told us." She smirked.

Bryan finished turning Sibra around and added, "Yeah, you definitely lost about all your straight points for this, even if it is amazingly awesome that you have them." Troubadours were not generally considered a necessarily accurate reflection of a person's sexual preference, which was why they were not all pointing and laughing at me for my choice (let's just say we did not live in a preferentially equal society).

"All the girls in the place but one were just filthy, and the one who wasn't looked like she'd break something, she was so pumped up. There were a few good ones, I think, but only Tatrix fit exactly what I wanted, and I couldn't pass up Sibra."

"He's right," said Tatrix from Sara's lap. "I've known them a while, and they're all really dirty about it. There are a few that I don't think he saw which aren't bad at all, plus the one he mentioned, but it's not his fault he didn't see them; he had to narrow it down somehow." He suddenly murred as Sara started scratching his head.

"They can talk?" they asked, eyes wide.

I smiled. "These ones can. I got lucky."

Stephanie reached out a hand to pick up Sibra, who snapped reflexively into a defensive pose, but I glared at him. He began to snarl at me, so I cuffed him about the ears. Angry, he still submitted. He stared daggers at Stephanie, and she turned him around roughly, holding him tight. She looked at me. "I like him."

I chuckled. She was of an attitude that would spar with anything, anytime, but she wasn't belligerent. Sibra let her scritch in his fur and eventually gave in to the pleasure of it. The others of my friends accepted mine and Tatrix's explanations and though I knew they'd tease me about it, that would be nothing different from the norm.

Finally, I got back home in the evening. We all three showered, they together and I separately, and this time I fully clothed myself. I had no idea what I was getting into with that ferret. However, against my previous predilictions, I got a pen and stabbed open a hole in the packaging, then brough her into the den. Tatrix and Sibra watched from the doorway.

As the manufacturer's note had said, she woke up immediately, tearing the plastic from her. She sniffed once or twice around the room, clearly noticing the troubadours. She didn't run, as I would have expected from a rodent, but instead was so bold as to crawl onto my knee where I was kneeling on the floor in front of her and from there hasten to my shoulder, where she licked my ear. I giggled, embarrassingly, and pulled my head away from her playfulness; it tickled. She next dropped down my shirt and prowled around in that area for a while, this time tickling my chest and sides, her tiny claws making pinpricks like Sibra had the previous night and making me twitch and spasm like a child. Finally, she ceased her wanderings and stepped into my lap, staring up at me expectantly with her great, dark eyes. She was about eight inches long, not including her tail, and stayed where she was, waiting patiently for something. "What?" I asked.

Sibra answered behind a laugh. "Take your pants off."

Somewhat hesitantly, I stood, causing the ferret to run back up to my shoulder, and took off all my clothes but my briefs. She almost made me throw her off when she clambered down to my jeans to cling there while I pulled my shirt off, and scratched me in getting back up when I removed the pants. I then sat with my legs spread and my arms supporting me as I leaned back, waiting. The ferret inched her way to my lap, sniffing the whole way. Her smooth tail slid along my body as she did, so that by the time she had reached the area of my underwear, said garments were stretched enough to reveal a small hole she could stretch still more and enter from my thigh, which she did.

She swarmed around the area, bringing a yelp of surprise from me. I stood up, and she crawled very quickly around that whole space within the clothes, much as she had in my shirt, though slightly more restricted while I practically did a jig, Sibra fell over in a laughing fit, and Tatrix watched from behind a small smile. Finally, she came out again and crawled down my leg to stare expectantly at me again. "Really?" I asked nervously. Tatrix laughed lightly and I could tell Sibra badly wanted to guffaw, but it would ruin the atmosphere. He snorted instead, and I shot him a withering luck. Reluctantly, I took off my final article of clothing and laid it aside, then sat down to await whatever came next.

The ferret again moved with strange caution towards my groin, whereat my member was pulsing steadily. Very suddenly, she laid a paw on my balls and licked the shaft, getting a twitch out of me. She continued licking, the smoothness of her tiny tongue sending waves of excitement through me, and I suddenly noticed something.

My shaft was expanding.

With each heartbeat, my cock gained just a little size, until it was a decent two inches longer than it had been originally. "What's going on?" I gasped, trying not to lose control through the pleasure, the dulcet muscle of her tongue rubbing tantalizingly up and down the shaft, coating it in slick saliva. The others had come over to watch, Sibra sitting and Tatrix in his kneeling position, but they didn't answer me. Tatrix was highly erect, and I could see a twitch or two in Sibra's member, but he had clearly not been lying when he bragged about his control.

Finally, I could almost bear it no longer. The ferret, having by this time soaked my head, put both front paws on it and pushed the very tip of her nose in the hole. I gasped in horror and started to reach for her, but Tatrix shook his head quickly. I don't know why I trusted him enough to be reassured by that, but I removed the hand. If she pushed in further at all, it would hurt like all hell.

When I looked back down, though, she had half her miniscule muzzle inside the slit. The hole even seemed to be clamped about her nose and with each pulse, she sank in a bit more. For some reason, the feeling of having something slide its way into my penis was immeasurably good. She was still pulling herself in, though I had no idea how she was breathing, and soon the clear relief of an upside-down ferret head was visible on the front of my shaft. Precum leaked around her to smooth the flow and, impossibly, the slit closed around her neck and tugged for more. The head expanded to allow this and the entire member stretched a tiny bit wider than it already had. Every pulse was as arousing as a woman or man closed warmly around my member and sliding down it, lightening my head as I fought to control my breathing. Very soon, it was like the twitches one sometimes has prior to orgasm, and it was driving me mad.

I could no longer withhold my desire to actually cum, rather than experiencing these pseudo-climactic spasms. Leaning back on one elbow to flip her over and expedite her entry, which by that time was inevitable, absurd as it seemed, I began slowly masterbating myself. It helped to smooth the motion, and my cockhead relaxed and widened to get around the furry creature's shoulders. My balls were going wild trying to make so much precum, but it still came, seeping out into her fur and allowing the shoulders to make their way into the now ridiculously shaped shaft.

It became much easier after that. The shoulders had been her widest part. She slipped down to her belly and I felt a surge of pleasure, feeling her forelegs within me as she wriggled her waist back and forth to continue her journey. Once again, my absurdly thick penis widened for her hips, seeking a hold on the round joints. My own ministrations had increased immensely, and I looked to see Tatrix with a small flow of clear, sticky fluid sliding down his shaft. Pumping my hand quickly, I pulled the rodent to her hips, and those immediately slipped in, pressing her head against the area between my penis and scrotum and leaving only her tail and hind legs, the rest outlined against my flesh. I felt an opening I never knew existed widen and her head started to push into my ball sack, her thighs getting engulfed by the rapidly closing slit in my member. The head of my penis had finally gone back to its regular shape, though it still had a wildly dilated hole. Sibra finally could no longer control his erection and it went to horizontal when both legs slipped in, only the feet and tail remaining and sending contentment washing through me. The idea: another creature was fully inside me, and pushing on me from within. She squirmed happily to get the rest of the way in, and my strokes along her small body so immensely pleasured me that I had to let out a few gasps of desire. Desire to finish the consumption.

Her head now completely sharing residence with my testicles, the ferret momentarily stopped her downward journey. Panting, I sat back up and stroked the twitching tail, all that was left, with the hand that was not resting on the lump of flesh outlining the ferret's body. The tail got sucked smoothly down and folded up against her belly, the feeling like having silk drawn across dry skin. She was then actually within me, so I sat a few moments to regain my breath, the very idea still keeping me pumping hard and aching for release.

Tatrix, holding his throbbing, cream-colored and clear syrup-spilling cock, took the moment to explain how that had happened. "Her saliva can cause the sacks in your penis - the ones that fill with blood during arousal - to grow, explaining the lengthening. It also provides elasticity to your skin and a kind of pseudo-musculature, which should become permanent. That's why you're not in screaming agony right now."

"So... what? Will I digest her? That seems a little absurd, to eat something that way." Regardless of past experiences with those who had.

"Just wait," answered Sibra slyly. "The best is yet to come."

With that, I looked down to find that my penis was beginning to shrink, just a little, and force the ferret further into my scrotum. Again, I felt the need to masterbate, and did so slowly so I could observe the process. With sensations much like those I had just experienced, the ferret was drawn out of my penis and somehow, without causing intense pain, next to my testicles. Pushing down with each lubricated stroke (the slit had continued leaking precum significantly after she had completed entry), I aided her progress and watched how her form stretched out against the flesh of my scrotum, which expanded as needed to contain her. The elasticity of the skin seemed infinite, as it continued to grow with each stroke until finally, I had again that lovely, silky feeling as her tail threaded its way next to my balls. It was over. Within my scrotum, pooled between my thighs and beneath my still-throbbing, but shrinking, now seven-inch penis, joyfully squirmed a small, furry rodent.

I stood, to test the weight. It felt good, and full. I reached down a hand to caress the rotating animal, and it clutched at the hand with its entire body, folding my scrotum around it. That made me smile.

"What will happen now," said Sibra, "is that she will form a sexasymbiotic relationship with you: While you are aroused, she'll devote her energies to producing semen or otherwise enhancing your sexual potency, as an extension of your reproductive system. If you don't climax, she'll eat the leftovers. She's not dangerous, even when she starts to grow."

I raised my eyebrows. "She's going to grow? It's impossible for her not to have ripped something as it is, and she's going to get bigger?" I thought about what it meant. Growing meant release of growth hormones that would presumably be confined to my genitals. Jason had given me a "male-enhancement" toy.

He shrugged. "Sure. She wasn't even full-grown for a real ferret. This is a long-term toy you have, and it cost your friend a lot of money."

"Jeez." I wondered where Jason could have possibly gotten enough dough to waste a large portion of it on a sex toy for me. "Does she ever come out? And how do I deal with having a gigantic bulge in my pants?"

"That, I don't know."

In response, I grabbed the instructions with my dry hand and read over them aloud after finding the portion I needed. "'The animal can move anywhere underneath the host's skin and, if necessary to avoid visual disclosure of its presence, stretch nearly indefinitely, although the elasticity remains only whilst within the host body. The animal can be ejected at any time by patting the glans thrice in quick succession; this will signal it to prepare for removal and will exit upon the penis's next erection.' That's good to know." By then my hard-on had mostly gone down; that happens when reading informative documents.

What with the bare flesh and the bulging scrotum looking actually a little repulsive, though probably it was just the difference in and of itself rather than a true aesthetic reason that put me off to it, I decided that fur would become the switch better and accordingly willed myself into Siber's body. Short, blue fur moved in swaths across my skin while my cranium reshaped itself and wings sprouted and grew out of my scapulae. In no time at all, I was a wolf, and the thin covering of blue over my balls pleased me to no end; the ferret squirmed happily. "I think I'll name her Sheera," I said, looking at myself. When there was no response, I looked up. The other two were gaping.

Sibra spoke first. "How... how did you do that?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Of course. Of course troubadours can notice that and human beings can't. You know what? Whatever."

He slowly shook his head, his eyes still wide. "What do you mean? How is that even possible?"

"Raiden... I mean, Jason and I have been doing this for something like ten years. We're human when we need to be and fur when we want to be, and no one seems to care except on a subconscious level. Interviewers tend to prefer human form, and women anthro."

"Are you the only two who can do it?"

"No. Rachel can do it, too - you'll meet her if she ever comes back from Germany."

"So... what is the wolf form, then?"

"That's Siber, an anthro who has my exact psychological imprint in the Anthro world. The rift that allows this is the reason you two and magic in this world even exist."

Tatrix finally spoke. "Can you hold it at halfway? Or does it affect Siber at all?"

The question stunned me. "I... I can't believe I've never tried. I do know it doesn't affect Siber, though. Hold on." I willed the switch to happen, like taking a breath, but caught it halfway through and held it. Diagonal patterns swirled across every surface of my body, and I turned to a window and used it as a dim mirror to find that my hair stuck out in brown and blue patches of varying length. My face was short and vulpine and my nose was a smooth, slate gray color. My tail was at half-length, as were my wings. Then, as when one holds a breath, I began to struggle and slipped back to Siber, sighing. "That was fun." Because I was human and didn't want it to, the knot didn't form.

I sat down on the couch and tickled Sheera through my skin. She latched onto my hand again playfully. "Well, no reason not to have some fun with this. Tatrix? Or would you rather take care of this, Sibra?" I patted my distended ballsack with a grin as Sheera's motions sent pulses of electric pleasure through me, sending me back to full (and customary) turgidness. In the next movement, I grabbed a remote I had and flipped my boombox to Enya - the most calming, cool, and beautiful sounds I had ever heard from an artist.

"Not on your life," Sibra said caustically before walking towards my bedroom, his semi-erection bobbing in front of him.

Tatrix was more agreeable. His gaze on my form had been almost disconcerting since I changed. He flowed gracefully onto the couch beside my naked thighs, but didn't start pleasuring me immediately, like I expected him to. Instead, while I spread my arms out on the sofa back, he pushed his fingers delicately into my thigh, slowly rubbing the blue fur there, fascinated by the feeling on his fingertips. "I've never..." he swallowed nervously. "I've never felt this before, like this..." He breathed in sensually and pressed the whole of both small hands on the muscle beneath, and a tingling went up my back, making me arch.

"But... all troubadours are furred. Why wouldn't you have?" I looked at him interestedly, quickly sobered by his words.

He moved his feeling fingers up to my sides, completely enthralled. "Not like this. Before, it's been... rough. I've always been the sub, because I'm so quiet, when they have us do exhibitions." My hair was standing on end from his fragile touch. His voice was like snowfall. "And the rest of them are just animals, anyway..."

He moved into my lap, kneeling, his legs spread carefully around Sheera as he kneaded my chest and abdomen with those wonderful hands, like a cat to its mother. His voice was quiet like a dogwood in spring. "It feels so good... to do this quietly..."

I stared at the strange creature as impulses flowed from his fingers through my body, making nerves react from wherever his hands came in contact with my furred flesh to the tips of my ears and the soles of my feet. The music amplified every touch and every flowing movement he made into something unreal. I moved a hand down to his side and rubbed it, and he closed his eyes and sucked breath in while his hands were paralyzed in ecstasy. "Glen... you're too good to us..." His hands moved up to my neck as he pressed his chest and cheek against my breast and neck, his silky tail swirling ethereally around my member as he moved up and knelt on my thighs. I closed my arms around him, and heard him whisper:

"I know you've said you don't want to, but..." With his tail moving like it did and his hard and heavy shaft pressing into my chest, I knew I wouldn't deny him. "Would you take me? Like it's supposed to be. Not like they've made me. Glen," he breathed, and I could feel him shuddering in fear against my body, and my concern for him rose until I took his sides in my arms and looked into his eyes. He dropped his arms and wouldn't meet my gaze. "Sibra and I have our memories, but what that means is... he can remember always fighting. Always fighting, Glen, and never finding someone who would treat him like you do. For me... I live how I was supposed to live. I let them take me, and I do what they tell me to, and last night, when you let me choose... it was something I hadn't ever had before. I remember things that I don't want to, and it sounds so stupid, but..."

The music slid over us like a blanket, and my morals left me, for his sake. Holding his waist gently, carefully, I pulled him into a kiss, while at the same time, I picked him up and positioned him to let him work his hips until he found my needing member. Once there, he opened expertly to let me penetrate, and I sucked the breath from his lungs as I pushed him down with all the care I had, feeling my nerves jump with this new, willing sensation. It was smooth, and it didn't feel dirty, not in the least, not with him. He held onto the kiss, his tiny hands stroking my cheeks and muzzle, swirling around the back of my head, keeping my hair standing on end as I slipped further into him. Jolts of pleasure washed through me with every beat of our hearts. Before I knew it, I had hilted him, and I felt his warm balls rolling against my abdomen and his slick member still against me as we sat in the darkness.

He didn't moan, not once, while I took him. This wasn't something he was teaching me or doing for my voyeurism, to him. From the way he touched me, and the gentle gasps that issued from his nose as he worked his hips around me, I knew that he was taking this as a gift, as a new kind of memory to have. Finally, I broke the kiss, and he immediately leaned into my chest, licking at my nipples, making me breathe in through clenched teeth as I spasmed, holding his hips and beginning to thrust, and I let the subtle curves of his muscles and his almost loving, guiding movements teach me how to make this perfect for him. It was already perfect for me, to be able to give him this, and feeling his hands on me as both of us slid in a gentle harmony to make this as good as it could be for the other.

His passage was tight, and warm, and he relaxed and controlled it expertly around my shaft, which I brought smoothly in and out with each movement of my hips, revelling in the heat and moisture of that fleshy tunnel, lost in the music and his hands and his tongue as he made it feel like it was all for me when it was really all for him. We breathed in unison, and I surrounded him with my arms to make him moan once with the comfort of the warm fur on them, wrapping him in eternity as his fingers hesitantly held onto those limbs and I continued to pulse with my movements, filling him in a way he had not felt before.

We went like this for long minutes, the music and the beauty of our union timeless, as my pleasure soared through me and the motion of his member sliding against my chest made our blood race and thump through our veins, his heartbeat around my member bringing me to new levels of euphoria. I finally began to pant, and he grabbed my jaws in his feminine hands and licked at my barely hanging tongue and dry lips, and kissed my eyelids and pulled my head down past my shoulders and breathed cool air into my burning ears as I pressed my lips against his tiny neck and shoulders and finally my pleasure peaked with those beautiful breaths, and I held him firmly against me as I came into him. He clenched down hard, kissing my ears as I held him and, in my final, jaw-clenched thrust, I pumped what I had and what Sheera gave me into him.

It lasted for longer than I anticipated, the ferret having already enhanced my potency such that every ecstatic pulse of my beating member sent more and more than I was used to into my beautiful troubadour. He just closed his eyes with the ghost of a contented smile on his face and took it without a word, without a sound. In him, the silence that had turned away many a customer made him more ethereal, more incredible, more ravishing to hold against me and be within. When it subsided, I was breathing raggedly, trying not to pant, desperately not to pant, because he had only just barely begun to, and he still showed no signs of coming to climax. I pushed him away from me, and his unreal eyes met mine. I brushed a tender hand across his cheek and he mirrored my action, and then, still inside him and hoping I could remain that way while I did this, I lowered my mouth to his still-ready member.

"No, Glen, you don't have to... don't..." I didn't listen. He knew immediately that I wouldn't and gave in, gently rubbing my ears as I licked up the sticky fluid still issuing from his humanoid tip, teasing his glans with the tip of my tongue, bending lower to lick from his heavy, warm balls up his shaft, and then surrounding him with my mouth while he gasped and I began pulsing my head up and down along the thick, ready length.

It didn't take long, he had been aroused for so long and excited by this point. Besides all that, with tender, caring motions from his hands and almost telepathic use of his tongue on my ears, he taught me how to make it better, and with his expert working of his hips and perfectly smooth butt, he kept me hard inside him so we were connected for the whole of the short second joining. It was more intimate than my first joining with Teva had been.

Soon, I felt those soft balls rolling against me as they contracted, and felt his member expand in my mouth, and I sucked in, taking all of his sweet load, my canid mouth much more adept at this than the human one from the night before. It was thick and creamy, sliding down my throat warmly as he blasted what he thought I could take into me, his fingers clenched in my neck fur while he flooded me and I stroked his back, then pulled his arm to my neck as he had done to me, letting him know he could let go completely. A moment later, he relaxed control and the pulses rushed to an even fuller power, but I let not a drop leak out. He filled my mouth again and again, and again and again I took it, engulfing his smaller hand in mine and nuzzling against his chest as he arched his back and threw his head up, his small body spasming with climax as he would never have let it do before. The picture of us there was a moment captured in eternity, his frame and head thrust up and back as I engulfed him and held him attached to my lap.

It was a while before the steady pulses diminished and I was able to breathe easily again. It finished, and I looked up, holding him and pulling him off my member to lay us both down against the sofa, I on my back and he on my chest, and as he inched his way up my body to lean his muzzle into the crook of my neck, I felt a tear dampen my shoulder.

"Thank you," he whispered, trying not to shudder, and I held him tightly, wondering what it was that had happened to him in the past for this to mean so much to him. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Sibra... For only a moment, I caught a glimpse of his face before he jerked out of sight again. It had been caught in a lonely, hating snarl. I knew I had to cure him, but Tatrix was first. As his teeth were clenched in pain and relief against me, I stroked his back, calming him in the music, until he fell into a rhythmic sleep. It was not long after that I joined him there.