FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"When will they be here?" Alex asks nervously while his little brother calmly eats a sandwich. Both of them, along with the rest of the house, are excited about who's returning to the game. Johnny has stated in the past that he's fine with either Sandy or Albert returning, though Alex just wants Sandy. Johnny finishes his PB&J. "I'm not sure, bro. But you think you can take it easy?" He gets up to dispose of his plate in the sink. Though something else does itch at the back of his mind. "What do you think Walter meant by Joe was playing everyone?" "I don't know," Alex confesses. "Maybe he meant that Joe is creating alliances with everyone in the house, which he shouldn't be because if so, then that makes him a huge target." "He's a target regardless," Johnny points out. "Even then, there's nothing we can do this week as there is no vote." The larger wolf sighs and groans a little before an idea pitches into his brain. While they can't vote him out this week, there is a possibility that they can outeat Joe to beat him at the weigh-in later that week. Alex waddles over to the cupboards and pulls out everything he can from cereal to desserts to snacks. "I think there is something we can do," he says smugly, "John, start eating." And they do. In the middle room, Blake and Scott sit on the couch playing video games while munching on popcorn that the fox found. "Come on, dude, get the question mark," Scott says. "I'm trying!" Blake says. "Watch out for the-" Blake's character dies via turtle shell. He slams the controller down on the table and says, "Damn it! I never see that thing coming. I think I need contact lenses." They slump back in their seats and finish their large bowl of popcorn, exhausted. Scott takes a moment to think back on those he wouldn't mind returning to the game. He really enjoyed getting to meet Anthony and Tom and felt bad when they had to leave early. With Joel and Victor, you know you're always going to get a laugh because they can't stop joking with/about each other. He didn't really know anyone else. I guess James and Monroe were chill, he thinks, but they almost aligned with Boomer and Joe and they're big targets. Anyone who's going to be on the same side as Joe shouldn't return. So, anyone other than the geniuses should make him happy. Blake reaches over to pet Scott on the head. "Who do you think will return?" he asks. "I have no idea," Scott admits. "But they might be a target. If not, then they could help us get rid of Joe." "I know! What was that guy thinking? He really needs to go." One thing Blake doesn't like is desperate people and to him, it sounds like Joe was desperate to stay in the game. Probably because he blew it in the race last year. Speaking of which, that's what is on Boomer's mind when Joe starts pacing around their bedroom. The fox/skunk bites on the tips of his fingernails. "We're dead," is all he says. "We're fucking dead. If everyone else believes what that son-of-a-bitch Walter said before he left, then the target shifted from Alex to him. And if he's on the chopping block, it means they will come after Boomer just as much. However, the polar bear shows no worry in his expression. "Joe, I think you're overreacting. I'm sure the bros will understand that you were just making a deal to get Walter out of the house." "But try telling them that! Right now, they hate my guts. Just this morning I tried to tell them hello and they completely ignored me. I'm telling you, we're done. The others are going to team up to get rid of us." "Unless whoever comes in will be on our side. It could be James or Monroe. Remember them? We tried to team up with them only for them to be sent home that week." Boomer lies down on the bed and opens his arms. "Now come here and don't think about anything. You seem a little stressed out." Joe sighs. "I am stressed." But he gets into the bear's arms anyways. After all, he loves Boomer and cuddling with him is the best feeling in the world. Yep, just another day in the Gainer's Paradise house: Some people eat, others sleep, and a few play games to pass the time. But one thing that doesn't usually happen is the doorbell ringing. Everyone stops what they're doing and rushes out into the living room in front of the front door. Whoever is on the other side could be good for some people's game and bad for others'. Said person on the outside knocks enthusiastically. Alex reaches out and opens the door to see who it is. The large red wolf who greets them makes his heart skip a beat. "Hi everyone! I'm back!" Sandy squeals. The brothers are the first ones to pick him up and hug him very tight. "It's good to see you, man!" Johnny pats him on the back. When they release Sandy, he goes over to hug the others. "What's up, dude?" Scott asks. "I'm doing great!" Sandy squeaks. "I have some news for every from from Toner as I'm sure everyone knows." The room suddenly grows silent as the red wolf clears his throat. "The pairs twist is officially over. From now on, the game is individual." The other six turn to their respective partners. No more working together as a couple. From now on, they were on their own. *** The first thing Sandy does after he returns to the house is go into Alex's room and unpacks his stuff. The brown wolves sit on their own beds with the smaller one getting up to lock the door. "Ok, man, there's a few things you should know," Johnny starts. "Sure. Tell me. I'm all ears." Sandy gives a bright smile. It clashes against the serious face his friends are giving off. They look to each other, giving secret signals to each other right under his nose. "Guys, what happened while I was gone?" "Well, we can begin by saying that Roger, Walter, Victor, and Joel are gone," Alex starts out. "But we can now go into the fact that Joe is a player and is the biggest target at the moment." Sandy gasps. "Oh my! What happened?" So the brothers go into their knowledge of what went down last week. Joe made a deal with Alex to keep each other safe so he could manipulate their vote to send Walter home. Only now they realized their mistake as that hybrid has been secretly against him. "So simply put: the only person Joe is truly aligned with is Boomer," Johnny states. "Which, in turn, makes him a target as well." The red wolf has no idea what to say. When he left, all anyone could think about was sex and food. Then again, this is the merge of the game; things are getting more serious because everyone can taste the million bucks. It's like he was walking into a different house. No, he thinks, this is still the same Alex that he knew and loved when he left the first time. Just to prove it, he goes over to him and plants a large kiss on his muzzle. "It sounds like I missed a lot," Sandy says. Alex wraps his arms around the smaller wolf, pulling him close to his larger belly. "Trust me, you did. But now you're here and that's all that matters." They smile and kiss again, already with tongue, exploring each other's muzzles that they haven't felt in nearly two weeks. "I'm just going to give you guys some privacy," Johhny declares. He exits the room (and hears a noticeable click that indicates the door is locked) and walks down the hall to grab a quick shower. The bros decide they want to do something nice for Sandy to celebrate his return to they're in the kitchen trying to bake a cake. Though they're having trouble with some of the ingredients. "Dude, what in the world granulated sugar mean?" Scott asks. "I'm not sure," Blake says. "Should we just put in regular sugar?" "I guess." The boys eventually get everything under control and the batter into the oven. Ten minutes later, the smell attracts the nose of a certain bear. "What's that smell?" he asks. "We're trying to make something for Sandy." "He's definitely going to appreciate that." Boomer goes to the fridge and gets leftovers from a few days ago. "I won't be long. Just came in here to get a quick snack before I head back to bed." Scott perks his ears up. "What? And miss out on celebrating Sandy's return? Come on, dude, we want every single one of us to be there; that includes you and Joe." Boomer thinks, that's strange. He didn't mention Joe once to them, so why would they say it like that as if they were thinking about discluding him? Yet, the bear puts on a smile and says, "Ok. We'll come. Where is it going to be? The backyard?" "It's probably for the best," Blake says. "There's more room out there than there is in the living room." The tiger searches around the kitchen until he finds the icing he found the other day. It's tempting to open it up and down the whole thing, but he hesitates. Maybe later, he thinks. When Boomer leaves the room, the boys pass some of the time eating some of the food in the kitchen (and maybe a little kissing). Joe snuggles up to Boomer when he re-enters their bedroom. "I've been thinking," Joe starts. "If we can gain more than the others in the house, then we'll be able to skate by. Because let's face it, there's no way any of them are going to want to team up with me." "Oh you don't need to tell me twice to eat a bunch." Boomer pats his larger stomach. "But we're no longer being scored together, we're paying separately." "I know. But that doesn't mean we still can't grow together." Joe reaches underneath their bed and grabs a jar, opening the lid as he talks. "I stole this jar of peanut butter from the kitchen this morning when no one was looking. I also managed to snag the jelly and a loaf of bread." He gets those things out next to demonstrate. "I see where you're going with this," the bear says, heavy with excitement. "You want us to stuff ourselves with PB&J for the next hour?" Joe shrugs. "Or however long it takes to finish off the loaf." "I'm in!" Boomer was right, though. For the next hour, they spent their time in the locked room making the same thing over and over. Their fur even gets a few food stains from their engorging session. Joe licks any and all butter and jelly off of his bear that gets on him. By the time they're stuffed and full, Joe sets the jars and empty bag aside. "Boy! I've never eaten so much in my life!" Joe winces when he shifts and his stomach cramps up. His stomach looking a bit more bloated than it ever has been. Man, he thinks, this show really made me put on some pounds. I've gained over thirty so far. He looks over at the bear and sees his exposed stomach. When he reaches out to rub it, he thinks that Boomer must've packed on at least fifty in these last eight weeks. Which is good because there's a chance Boomer might win the show if he makes it to the Final Two. The polar bear wraps them up in a blanket, feeling a little blood rush into his head. They cuddle up to each other and share a small kiss before letting sleep take over them. *** "I'm serious, Alex, where are we going?" Sandy asks. He walks blindfolded, following the instructions of the larger wolf who's trying to lead him outside. "Just keep going forward. I want you to be surprised." Alex giggles. He opens the back door and helps Sandy down the steps into the backyard. "Ok, take the blindfold off... now!" When he does, the sight that's before him amazes him. The other five housemates are there alone with two large buffet tables stocked with all different types of food. The most notable being cake and ice cream. A smile grows on Sandy's face when he sees this. "Awwww, you guys are the best!" he squeals. "Thanks," Scott says. "It took us about an hour to decorate the cakes." "Because you two kept trying to eat the icing straight out of the jar!" Boomer accuses. "I can't help it! It's so sweet and sugary and delicious. You think I'm able to resist? I'm a fox for crying out loud!" "Guys! Enough fighting! I've heard a lot of stuff has been going on around the house lately. But can we please just have some fun for the next few hours?" Sandy makes a good point, Scott thinks. But right after, he's going to go back to despising that bear and skunk. And so begins one of the craziest parties in Sandy's life; one he'll be sure to never forget. Now, you're probably wondering why is that? Could it be because of the way all seven of them devour the food in under one hundred minutes? It's up there but that isn't the main thing. Sandy will also remember all the hugs and belly rubs he's been given after everyone was stuffed full (Alex give him the most, clearly). However, what made this party different from any other is something that happened after the climax of the festivities. Some of the contestants decided to get into the pool to relax for a few minutes. Scott hangs out with his sunglasses on, but Joe just dips his feet into the water, sitting down on the rim of the pool. The two sit in silence while the others lick the plates clean. The fox/skunk decides that in order to move on in this game, he needs to be honest with the bros. After all, it sounded like they were taking something that happened last week way out of proportion. So, the brave hybrid reaches out and taps on the fox's shoulder. Scott lifts up his shades with an annoyed look on his face. "What do you want, Joseph?" he asks. "Listen, I know you're probably mad at me right now, but I want you to know that whatever you're thinking it's not true." Joe continues before Scott can chime in. "Did I make a deal with Alex last week? Yes. But only because I wanted Walter out and I needed him as an insurance policy in case you two ended up on the block. Since you did, they didn't vote you out and so you're still here. In a way, you don't have a reason to be mad at me because I'm the reason you're still in the game in the first place." Scott grunts. But only because he doesn't have anything to say back. After all, it is true; had Joe not made that deal, the brothers might have switched their votes and stuck with it. "Ok. I believe you. But Alex & Johnny are pretty upset with you after what Walter said. They may not believe you." "I know. But I have nothing that will convince them to make nice again." Joe rests his head in his paws and sighs. If he can't come up with something to keep the brothers at bay, then it's going to be war in the house pretty soon. Then the fun begins. Blake comes over with a large slice of lemon cake and stands by them of the pool. "Hey, guys. Sandy said he wants to play some party game that involves cards and snacks. Wanna join?" "Maybe in a minute," Scott says. He looks up and smiles at Joe; a forgiving smile it seems. The tiger shrugs. "Alright. If you say so." As the tiger turns, his footpaw missteps and he slips. His plate gets tossed into the air. Then the 500 pound tiger falls into the pool, sending a tsunami of water into Scott and Joe. The other four turn to look at this and they rush over. "What happened?" Sandy asks. "Blake slipped and fell into the pool," Joe explains. That's when Blake comes back up, gasping and screaming as loud as he can. The others cover their eardrums at the sound of the mighty roar. "Help me out!" Blake cries. "Please!!!" He makes it sound like it's life or death. Alex and Johnny quickly grab his wrists and pull him out of the pool with all their strength. Blake still lies on the ground, groaning and crying for help. Joe looks and the rest notice the same problem right away. Blake's left leg, just below the kneecap, is pointing the wrong way. "Shit! We need to get him out of here!" "Go inside and see if you can get ahold of Toner," Scott instructs. "The rest of us will stay here and see if we can calm him down." The hybrid rushes up the steps and in through the back door. He darts into the living room, trying to find the TV remote, his mind going a million miles a minute. When he finds it, he turns on the TV and tries to find whatever channel the host uses during the elimination nights. "Toner! We need you, man!" Joe yelps. "Blake, just keep taking deep breaths," Sandy does his best to try and calm the injured tiger down. Blake keeps breathing. But the tears keep flowing. His legs burns and burns and burns. He squeezes the paws of Alex and Johnny, but it's not redirecting the pain like he was hoping. Next thing everyone knows, an ambulance siren can be heard in the distance. Alex pats the fallen tiger on the head. "Don't worry. You're going to be fine. Just do what they ask you to, ok?" *** Alex, Boomer, Joe, Johnny, Sandy, and Scott sit in the living room in silence. None of them know what to feel. It's been 48 hours since Blake was taken to the hospital and there has been no word on him since. Some of the questions on their mind mostly include if there's still going to be an elimination and how this is going to affect the game for the next week. But the most important one of all is whether or not Blake is even going to come back. The TV in the living room goes static and Toner appears onscreen (Joe takes this moment to memorize what channel it's on). "Hey guys," the red dog says glumly. There's no usual cheer like there has been every week. Joe steps up to bat and asks the question everyone wants to know. "What's going on, Toner? Is Blake ok?" Toner sighs. "He'll be fine. He was rushed to the hospital to get an X-Ray and it turns out that it was just a fractured femur. Nothing to be too scared about." Everyone's faces start to light up. "However, there is some bad news." All twelve ears go down. "What?" Scott asks. "What is it that you're not telling us?" "Blake gave me a note to give to you guys once he got there." Toner takes a page out of his pocket, flips it open and reads it out loud. "'Attention housemates: I'm sorry if my injury has freaked you guys out. I will be fine and I need time to recover. The doctors said I was allowed to get a cast on my leg so I may re-enter the house, but I declined it. I do not want to spend any more time in a house full of deceitful people. To my friend Scott: I'm sorry to leave you alone like this. I wish you the best of luck; you're going to do great on this show. Warm regards, Blake'. And then he drew a small heart with sunglasses on it." The realization hits everyone. "So, that's it?" Johnny asks. "Blake's not coming back?" Toner shakes his head no. "Well, what do we do now?" The dog puts the note away and clears his throat. "Seeing as how sending a second person home with week will mess with everything, I guess it means we have our Final Six. The game will continue into next week, which means at the next weigh-in, you'll be combining your weight from this week as well as next week. Until then, goodnight everyone." The screen goes blank and the talking rampage begins.

TO BE CONTINUED...