FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"There she goes again..." Luster groaned to himself, looking out across to the feline neighbor framed inside the rectangle of her window. Light poured out through the glass, uninhibited by a single inch of the curtains, instead they could be seen in a mere sliver bunched on either side, held open by a hook or clasp.

Every night, at the same time, when the moon had long since risen up into its full height and the sun had slogged off down to bed, the neighbor would step out in front of her window.

The teenager had first seen her two weeks ago. Scrolling the internet, rushing through slutty stories while his cock throbbed in his hand. But the habitual stuff wasn't working. He was bored! So, with a zip up his spine, he thought to stand in front of the window and tease himself with the distant idea of being glimpsed in this raw, perverse moment.

Except, just as he'd cum, he'd spotted her.

Delicate brown spots, nearly black in the dim light at the distance across the street, speckled over top of a pale, caramel shade of tanned yellow. Her entire body looked soft, enticing with its muted, melding tones and patterns. But, her eyes were a brilliant golden. Just as his cock gave its final jumping pulse, his eyes caught onto her own.

He watched her watch him.

Now, he'd peek out the window every single night, though he always hid behind his curtains, partially sheepish and partially annoyed that this older woman toyed with him so. Like he was a game to be played.

Every night she'd appear, wearing a silken robe as she sat on the window's bench seat. Then, she'd brush her hair in long, slow strokes that drew her arm up and let the loose fabric of the robe spill into the crease of her full, ample cleavage.

When she stood, sometimes, he'd catch a peek at the rising mound of her crotch between her slender thighs or a sliver of her rounded ass if the fabric hooked, lifted as she stood. She always left the curtains open, the lights on; he knew it was purposeful.

"She's just flattering herself..." he muttered, though he couldn't pull his eyes away from the sight of her, the distant yet so close neighbor. The light of her bedroom spilled into the street, like messy wine leaked from its glass with a brilliant color on a plain carpeting darkness.

Despite his annoyance and justifications, the young unicorn couldn't pull his hormone-addled mind from the sight. His cock began to grow, tenting the front of his simple boxers till the fabric strained out at capacity.

Suddenly, the feline stopped brushing her amber hued hair, letting it spill out down her back to leave her shoulders bare before she raised up onto her knees, still on the benched chair in front of the frame, but lifted up so Luster could see where the robe ended above her knees up through her flicking, cupped ears.

"W-what's she doing?" he wondered aloud, whispering it out into the silence of his own home. Everyone else had long gone to sleep.

Then, with a fluid cascade of rippling silk, the robe fell away.

Luster's breath actually caught in the back of his throat as the taunting garment washed down the feline's shoulders and splashed onto the floor below.

Without it, she stood in the framed light entirely nude. Her breasts stood out on her chest, perky and full with nipples that were pink against her yellowed fur and hard enough he saw them as to jutting dots atop the full orbs of each tit. Her stomach was coated in a downy white that seemed to draw his eyes down, hurrying them along to the crease of her slit drawing a line through the subtle flared mound of her sex rising up from her thighs. Squinting, he saw a kiss of a pink clit through the hazy, nighttime distance.

He'd risen now from his bed, pressing his eyes up to the gap in his own curtains so he could stare at this offered vision.

Her hands rose up her stomach. Fingertips caressed through the wisps of thick, plush fur coating her body. The bulge in his throat bobbed, swallowing uselessly as his cock oozed with overeager precum.

Her eyelids had closed in, partially hiding the glowing gems of her bright eyes, but he could still see a shimmering sliver of each one on him, watching him watch her this time.

Her fingers continued up the white path that looked like snow already trampled by excited feet until she met to the heavy underside of each breast. One hand lingered on either side, filling her palms with the spilling, soft skin with a intensifying squeeze.

His mind ached, realizing with this visual how much he longed for the sounds that porn provided. Where was the faint mmm of her breath catching in her throat? The scuffling scratch of her nails tracking down through the fur covering each tit as she groped at herself.

The unicorn shuffled closer to the window, letting her see his body framed in the thin glimpse between his nearly closed curtains. His cock jutted up from the waistband of his boxers, proclaiming his opinion on her display.

The feline paused, a smile revealing the distant twinkle of a bright white fang. Then, one hand left her breast and raised out. A single finger curled, in towards her upturned palm. Once, then twice while her brows raised above those glittering eyes. Her lips parted, mouthing slow and dramatic. "Come over."

"I-I..." Luster instantly felt his cheeks alight with red heat. For weeks, he'd been watching her, loving the enticing risk of an older woman, a neighbor! Giving him these glimpses into her curvy body, performing for him across the street where anyone could catch the exchange between the two glowing windows. But ultimately, that never felt real. It was too distant, too dreamlike.

But to sneak out from his house? To avoid the creaking board by the backdoor and slip in his boxers across the cold nighttime pavement to a near stranger's home was different. Was real.

"I-I..." he stammered to himself again, couldn't even form a thought let alone perform an action. Her finger curled again, repeating the motion while her legs parted from one another, letting him see more of her spreading lower lips. For a second, her could see her light catching on the wetness between her legs, sparkling off the droplets of the woman's own arousal; but after five seconds the curtains, for the first time, flicked shut.

"What do I do?" Luster asked himself, blurting the words aloud. "Seriously? WHAT DO I DO?"

His cock pulsed inside the fabric prison on his boxers, demanding what its opinion was on the matter. Luster's mind flickered back and forth for a few more seconds, but ultimately, he knew there was no choice.

With a shaky breath and a hot rush of blush down his neck, Luster rounded out of his bedroom and tiptoed in hurried bounces between the silent boards until he reached the door. Then, with a final second of hesitation, he fled across the gap of darkness from one glowing window to the next.

******

As soon as his foot stepped onto the front concrete steps towards the neighbor's door, the knob turned and let out a spilling slit of light through the parted sliver, but no wider.

Luster leapt forward, grabbing for the handle and letting himself trail in only to find the entry way entirely empty. His eyes skimmed out over the space where a staircase stretched up in front of him. To each side, a rounded arch led into different rooms.

"This ... is weird..." He mumbled to himself, but he couldn't stop the forward motion. His feet led him to the first step of the stairs. His cock led him forward like a divining rod until he'd found an opened door with light pouring out from beneath.

"The bedroom..." Luster whispered, slowly pushing the door open. Instantly, his eyes flew to the window. The bench seat beneath was the only familiar piece in the room besides the feline laid atop it.

Instantly, her golden eyes met his own. Her finger raised again, curling in a beckoning motion. She didn't say anything, in fact, the room was utterly silent. It was like he was still just a voyeur, peering in, just from closer up now.

His hooves shuffled against the plush carpet beneath, a luxurious texture that seemed to match with the curves of the feline before him. Faintly, he could hear a rumbling sound emanating from her chest as she purred with delight, but she made no other noise as he reached her side. She stood at least six inches taller than him with his nose reaching the point of her naked breasts.

Luster gulped.

"What have I gotten myself into?" He thought, but the thought quickly fizzled out in his mind as the woman's furred fingertips fell to his stomach. His breath hooked in his throat, not escaping as he watched her hands scoop down towards his pants.

"I should find out her name."

"I should leave."

"I should-"

Luster's mind raced away from him, running between common sense, fright, and utter confusion. He had so many questions, but they all flew away from him at the bursts of warmth shooting off from her fingers as she stroked down his stomach, sneaking her fingers beneath his loose t-shirt.

His eyes darted up and down her body. Her tail flickered behind her, a slender stretched appendage he hadn't seen featured when she'd only been framed in her window. Now he saw its speckled tip dance through the air, blinking out from behind the full rounded shape of her ass that was reflected back to him in a mirror mounted on the opposite wall. He could see the entire shape of her body, feel it in the air in front of him, and see around every inch.

Her finger suddenly curled into the waistband of his boxers with a tug. At first, he thought she meant to pull them down, but instead she pulled them forward like a leash to pull him forward until he sat on the familiar bench seat against the backdrop of dark night flooding the world behind him.

Once he was seated, she yanked the boxers down out from beneath him. They whisked off behind her, disappearing into the room.

Luster could hear his heart pounding in his ears, blood rushing downwards as his cock sprung up to full attention, jutting up from his lap with a drooling grin. The feline purred, a flare of noise before she raised up and slide on top of his thighs.

Suddenly, the warmth of her fingers wasn't just grazing down a thin line of his stomach but enveloping him. Her thighs squeezed in front either side while her sex hovered just above his flared head, sending gusts of heat out from her slit. Then, without a word, only her glowing eyes on his own, she lowered herself onto him.

"Oh-" He gasped, the sensation catching him by surprise. Suddenly, the sensation of his hand, a sock... nothing would ever feel the same as the sudden clenching, squeezing, massaging clenching of her walls. She felt so wet, so superbly wet.

Her eyes glimmered, a bit of a grin breaking her coy grin. Luster realized she knew she'd just deflowered the hazy teenager, perhaps was even amused at his gasp of realization; but he didn't care.

His hips thrust up, burying himself deeper into the hot hold of her snatch while his fingers finally dared to grab for the soft hand holds of her sides. He pulled her against him, feeling the meek impatience suddenly find fire as the heat and squeeze of her sex pushed him rapidly towards a limit he didn't want to hit- not yet.

His knuckles bent in, squeezing hard on her soft flesh before his lips pressed between her breasts.

"I've always wanted to do this!" He thought, rather gleefully, as he buzzed air out through his pursed lips against the pressed crease of her breast with a rumbling engine-like burr.

A velvety laugh whispered out from her body before she started to grind her hips, forcefully he felt her walls holding onto him with new strength and massaging up and down along every inch. Then, one hand found the back of his head. His lips dragged across her fur, sputtering softly before she pressed him into a nipple.

He pulled her into his mouth, she tasted sweet, but natural like candy flavored for a fruit. His tongue swirled over the peachy nub, tasting the milky sweetness of an apricot lollipop dissolving against his tongue with each suckling lick.

Her breath sighed out in his ears, but she said nothing. Her body did the talking, pushing him into the bench, "let me do the work." Her hand holding onto his hair, fingers entangled, "Don't stop."

His cock pulsed with every passing second. Her hot body. The squeeze of her cunt around him, the steady, squeezing roll of her hips with every movement. Everything pushed him closer to the edge. He couldn't last for hours of teasing through the dark distance between two windows, so to now suddenly find himself straining to cling to mere seconds...

"I-I... Ah!" He was gasping, whimpering in the back of his throat with a growing thrust. He hadn't expected it to be so good. He wasn't prepared.

"I don't want it to end..." He thought to himself, but he couldn't hold on much longer as the woman's entire sex clamped down. He felt a sudden shudder ripple down her body, wobbling her firm placement in his lap before she let out a long, shuddering moan.

The sound jolted him, frightening him for a beat long enough so that when his cock finally threw in the towel, giving up the fight for control with a spewing spray of white, he came in time with the howling feline.

Even as he came, clinging to her hips as his orgasm- the first while buried deep inside the hot walls of a real female- in the back of his mind he couldn't help but lament the end.

Little did he know, kitty corner down the block, a light in a small upstairs window had flicked on and spilled its light into the dark river of the street between them. The two puddles of brightness leaked down the slope of the hill, nearly kissing in the middle.

He didn't noticed, but as always the curtains were wide open, the lights on.