FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

... I fucked up...

... I just cussed now... I never cuss... Gosh...

... But that was the first words that popped into my head when I finally woke up from the ride...

...My brain... Hurt...

... My feet... hoofs... yes I have hoofs... felt like they´ve been dancin on hot cole in devil´s sauna... my horseshoes was cooked as if I´ve been runnin so fast that they´d been set on fire.

But I was crammed into this car... well... what was left of it. The whole front was trashed against a street lamp pole on the sidewalk. And my head was nearly trashed as well. My forehead and muzzle as well as locks of my blond mane was sticky with the blood from the head wound I got from crashing it through the darn glass window. I couldn´t believe I´d managed to fit into this car. Let alone drived it. I was almost as big as it was. Yet I had crashed the whole darn thing. It was a darn fine car too. It was a roofless ponycar. 1968 Ford Mustang. Panted orange with a white stripe on the hood.

There was nobody but me in it though. Nobody else gettin hurt or injured. I´ve must have traded my clothes for this fine ride. I was totally naked. My orange fur was soaked in cold sweat stinkin with alcohol, acid, coke, blue meth and somethin else. It made my athletic muscles gloss in the street light. My beefthick butt cheeks glide on the seat leather. And my firm, haybag-sized jugs almost shine like giant lightbulbs. My big blonde tail was soaked in this mess too. Drapin all over the seat.

I was a wreck. Left handy-hoof shaked as I reached for the door opener to swing this thing open. Door fell off and I fell sideways and rolled onto the hard asphalt as I pushed the door open. Panting like my lungs was racin. My athletically built body felt like it was made of jelly. And my head. My gosh-darn head it hurt so bad. I grab the side of the car between the wall and frog on my handy-hoof, usin the frog as a thumb.

The white fur around the handy-hoof´s and lower arms felt like it wanted to fall of when I heeved myself up on my knees and forcin my self to stand upright. My big blonde mane hidin my face as I stood hangin over the car with my head down to catch my breath again. I saw a big blue blanket just lyin around in the backseat. As much as I enjoy´d showing of this amazin body of mine. I didn´t want the cops to cuff me on the way back home. If they weren´t on their way already

Animal or not. I was sure to get into deep trouble for this. I take the blanket and wrap myself up with it. And then I began to walk. And by walk I mean staggerin. Everything was a blur wherever I looked. My hearin was like I was in a baloon. The cloppin of my hoofs boomin out the sounds of cars drivin around and honkin. I didn´t know where I was goin. I couldn´t even remember my own name. I just staggered slowly down the sidewalk not knowing squat.

It was all like being born again in a way. You wake up inside somebody´s stuff and fall out butt naked and hurtin. You try to move, you try to think, you try to make up somethin of what you see and hear. But all you can think of is how darn thirsty you are. I was thirsty. My mouth was so dry I figure my tounge was gonna start rottin in my mouth soon. I walked. Staggered. Down the sidewalk, around the corner, across the empty street and through an alleyway.

And just as I thought I might actually get away with this. There came a cop car passin by the end of the alley. It stopped as one of the cops spot me. He wound down the window, lay his arm out and lit up a flashlight towards me.

"Has somthing happened, ma´am?"

I covered my eyes with the blanket and shook my head as he pointed that flashlight away from my sight allowin me to see again.

Then he said:

"Hey! I know you!"

I squinted looking at him suprised and saw that he was a dog. A doberman in uniform.

"Y-yu... hrm... you do?" I asked, clearin my throught, sounding like I´ve swallowed a sandpaper dildo.

"Yeah I do!" The Dog cop said.

"Your Ony Eckesprez! The famous race horse! Hey Joe! Isn´t that Ony Eckesprez?"

The other cop peaked out and I could tell he was a Doberman to.

"Shit! It is Ony Eckesprez! What happened to you?"

I just figured that I´ve been standing with my muzzle open as I did my best to convey thought to speech.

"Uhm... I... uhm... was... jumped! Yeah! I was just out! Havin a good time... you know. And then somebody hit me over the head and... next thing I know I´ve been robbed of my wallet! My keyes! Everything. I- I´m naked under this blanket by the way...! Please take me home. He might be lootin it as we speak and I rather have you boys by my side if I come home and he´s there... sir... and... sir"

Hearin myself talk in flow now, I figured that I was speakin in a thick Flarda cracker dialect. A southerner-like dialect spoken in the northern parts of Flarda. If that´s were I was from it would explain my good manners despite what´s happened. The dobermen then began to whisper to one another. Despite my good hearin I couldn´t make out a thing of what they said to one another.

The Doberman by the window grinned at me. Then he got out and opened the backseat door for me as he said.

"Sure, miss Eckesprez. We know where you live. Hop inside and we´ll drive you home, ma´am."

"Darn lucky" I was thinkin in the backseat while they drived. I was "darn lucky" if I happened to be in the right town in the right time period in Flarda for this sort a thing. I looked outside as we left the urban area of town. I saw the ocean now. And a big beach linin up. It had to be South Flarda. I cleared my throught and gently asked the cop in the passenger seat.

"Ehrm! Excuse me, sir?

"Yeah?" He responded turnin around to look at me.

"I seem to have a bit of a memory loss, gosh got hit so hard. What´s the date today in witch town? Palm beach? Miami...?"

The Doberman gave me a troublesome grin and said.

"Your getting warm, miss Eckesprez! Amo, southern Florida. And today is june 5th 1989."

"Amo..." I repeated the name to myself and felt a flower of calm unfold in me as I did. I was in Amo, South Flarda in 1989. It was enough to explain why they didn´t ask me for an alcohol test or a drug test. Amo was in the late 80´s what Miami used to be in the early 80´s. It was the last open town in South Flarda. Didn´t matter if what I had been taken wasn´t legal of use or not. Wouldn even matter if I happened to have this stuff layin around in... wherever my home was, if they decided to help me search it. South Floridan cops where the most bribable cops in america. Half of them where themselves coke pushers and smugglers and the sorts.

The other cop filled in.

"Jup! Amo! Or as we like to call it around here. The cumhole on the dick of America! Bwa ha ha ha...!"

He laughed hyenishly. I forced myself to laugh with him, figured it was expected. Though it came out more like an insecure neigh at best.

"Sorry! I know that wasn´t appropriate of me miss Eckesprez! You being from up north and all! I´ll just shut up and keep driving. Oh! Here we are!" He nodded towards a huge lonely mansion by the beach.

They parked the car by the entrance and escorted me to the front door. I noticed now how much taller I was then them two. One was like 5 foot 10 the other like 6 foot 1. I must have been 6 foot 3. Naturally I was towerin over these pooches. I am a horse after all.

"Is anybody else home, miss Eckesprez?" One of them asked

"Uhm... I-I don´t know... maybe..." I said.

One of the Dobermen rang the doorbell.

One of them asked me.

"How´s the Ex and the kids these days, miss Eckesprez?"

"I used to be married and got kids too?" I asked myself thinkin. Almost doin the mistake of spittin it out for the blues.

"Oh... fine! Just fine! As far as I now anyways..."

Nobody came answerin the door.

"Nobody´s home." He says and then he kicks in the door of the hinges with one powerful kick. I looked at him shocked over what he just did.

"Did you just kick down my front door, sir?" I had to ask.

"We´ll replace it, miss Eckesprez! Ladies first!" He said holdin his hand out in an invitin gesture. I walked inside and stepped into the livin room. It was a luxurious place. My foot-hoofs cloppin turnin to a knockin sound as I stepped on a shiny wooden floor and onto a big fluffy white mat. A chandelier in the roof. A big window door with a swimminpool outside and a view at the beach. There was a glasstable and a huge white sofa.

A fire place and a big TV set. I dropped my big, bushed bum on the sofa. Just feelin bushed all over. This was too much for one night. Them two cops had followed me in and now stood up before me by the table smilin wide at me. As if they were expectin a reward or somethin. I looked at them and I said:

"You must excuse me, officers. I´m feelin kinda tired. So. Could I just perhaps drop by the station tomorrow mornin and we´ll call it tonight cuz I need to sleep."

The tall one then walked up to me slowly. He hunched with his hands restin on his laps while movin his face really up close to me. He stared into my eye´s smilin even wider and said with a cold tone in his voice:

"Sleep?"

And then like a bolt of lightnin he smacked me across the face knockin me down on the sofa.

"AOW!! WHAT THE HELL!!!"

As my mind is trying to comprehend what the hell just happened the dog cop presses his foot on my throat. Chokin my voice out.

"Oh you´ll sleep, miss Eckesprez! But first! You´ll pay!! You murderous cockmuncher!!" He growls.

The shorter dog cop was loosin his belt and pullin down his pants while the tall one ripped of the blanket right of me. I crossed my arms over my tits and squeezed my legs together shoutin:

"What the hell you think your doin!?"

My question fell on deaf ears as the tall dog cop lashed out a spring baton and started to beat me with it and beat me viciously. He made damn sure that each of them strikes hurt like death was comin. Growlin and snortin and clinging his fully displayed fangs together the whole time like the hellhound he was. I was screamin and pleadin for my life as I could feel my skin crack open under my fur. Then he grabs me by the mane and nearly pulls it of as he throws me onto the table and force me on my knees.

I´m given barely enough room to breath as he press my head down to the table with the baton, bendin me over. I see the huge black erected member of the shorter cop come flashin by my eye´s as he get´s in position from behind. I struggle and throw my head around as wildly as I can as the tall cop grabs my arms and cuff em behind my back as thight as he can. There was no doubt about where this was goin. I was cryin like a baby.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOIN!! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT I´VE DONE!! WHAT IN GODS NAME HAVE I DONE!!!"

The tall cop squats beside me and searches through his pockets. He picks up a vile, a waterfilled pocket flask and a syringe and starts to prep it while the short cop spreads my legs wide open. The tall one moves his wet snout close to my ear and says:

"Queen Silver!! 80 000 dollars!! EACH!! That´s why!!? There were no evidence! You walked free! But we know you did it! And now! It´s payback time."

He holds up the syringe in front of me. it´s filled with heroin.

"Hey Loui! Ever ridden a horse "on horse"?" The Cop says to his colleauge handin him the syringe.

"Time to do a smackaroo!" The short cop said cheerfully. Then he slowly and sadistically sticks the needle into my labia. I nearly neigh as I whimper when he shoots me up through the hip lip.

Besides the immense pain knowin that it was to make sure that I would OD the hell out and die when this was over. I was powerless to fight back in the hopeless state I was in. When he was sure I´ve taken it all he pulled out the needle and immidiatly crammed his big, hard jonhson into my cooter. He was very big for a mutt and he didn´t hold back at all. Pounding his dog-food-can-thick 8 incher into me, givin of this loud clappin sound. Pullin my head back with my hair like the straps on a bridle and smackin my ass while going "Yihaa giddy up".

Makin my heavy 100 000 dollar silicones rock and swing around and the hardened fat on my big behind vibrate for every thrust as he tapped my backdoor. I could feel his big, fat sweaty goods bob on my hip lips and his sticky, cold drool drip on my back. It was a classic Amorape. Doggy style.

The same sentence went bobbin around in the turbulence of misery inside my head tryin to fight of the turbulence of misery going on inside my sugar walls. What had I done to deserve all this? Where did I botch up so badly that these cops wanted to beat me, rape me, drug me to death and certainly rob my house after they were done with me. There had to be a reason. There was no justification in the whole damn world for what they were doin to me. But then again there never was much justice in Amo for a start.

As they switched turn the heroin rush finally got the best of me. The room went dark. Bonds of flesh traded for wings. And I found myself lost on my way to OD-heaven...

... I was a glittering, golden Pegasus. Flyin freely across the scattered city light of Amo. The wings of heroin on my foot-hoofs liftin me higher and higher as I outran gravity towards the stars. Ran until I found myself runnin side by side with the other winged OD-animals across the lingerin cocain clouds of South Florida. We raced towards the goal line of stardust in outer space. There was no game in it at all. We were all winners. That was until I saw this golden door with a sign over it on the way. I went slo motion to read it. "Rehab" it said with rainbow coloured neon lights.

I looked at the other animals wavin at me with happy smiles to keep on racin. I wanted to keep racin so bad. But... I needed to know. I stopped. They waved me good bye as they kept runnin. I waved back at them all teary eyed as I opened the door and walked in to see the doctor. Sittin in a dark room by a table.

"Ony Eckesprez?" He asks.

"Uhu..." I said back.

"Take a seat." The doctor said. I sat down in front of him all nervous.

"How do you feel miss Eckesprez?"

"Well... I don´t feel very good... I don´t know what´s happened. Just tell me straight doctor... am I gonna make it...?" I asked.

"Well. The amount, not to mention potency is high risk. But with your, may I say, impressive tolerance. The odds of you surviving the overdose is at 82%. It is a trip I wouldn´t recommend you taking twice in the nearest future though. As for your previous misadventure it seems to be more... complicated." He says.

"Complicated?" I ask.

"Yes. You seem to think and experience that you are horse. And that everybody else in your world is an anthropomorphic animal. You see, hear, think and feel like a horse yet keeps distinct human features such as speech, bipedal motion and complex cognitive thinking. And you experience the same from others as their respective animal specie. Let me ask you. What kind of animal am I to you right now? The doctor asks.

"Your a pig." I answer.

"Hm... well... that explains my difficulty with loosing weight. Further more. Clearly you must have ecumalated a most uniqe brain disorder. I believe it has to do with what you´ve been taking for the last three months. Your recent headtrauma serving as the trigger to your current state of perception witch... may or may not be irreversible I´m afraid." The doctor says

"What do you mean doctor? What have I been takin?" I ask.

"Hard to say. Like I said. It is complicated. We haven´t been able to clearify it due to your recent loss of data." The pig doctor says.

"You mean... memory? That I´ve lost?" I ask.

"Yes. Now it would be most appreciated Miss Eckesprez if you could help recover this information for us. Do a little self searching so to speak. Then we may finally be able to clearify the properties of this substance. Time is up miss Eckesprez. Til next time..."

The pig doctor´s last words echoed out as he turned on the lights. And then I woke up...

TO BE CONTINUED