FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

On a vacation weekend, the crew got back together to let it all hang out. Kioga, Wesley, Lugo, and Evanstrom took a trip to a luxury medieval hotel, the Frothric Castle near Anal Londo, and sauntered into their converted castle hotel suite waddling under the strain of their erections against their respective cock-swaddling.

As it was a jovial, yet bizarre foreign land, they were allowed to wear whatever they wanted, and so while their manager Evan, a tiger whose high position had lent him a bit of a belly, came in a swords-and-sorcery printed collared shirt and thigh-high dad-shorts, the rest of them decided to let it all nearly hang out.

The muscular wolf Lugo Perry came in only in swimming trunks printed with diapered cartoon cubs, and the head of his cock peeked out one of the leg holes, dripping.

Wesley, a svelte coyote with a relentless grin, wore a basketball jersey, basketball sneakers and a jockstrap which was so tented, it looked like the prow of a ship. Admirably, its elasticity swathed his balls ... for now.

The skinny cheetah Kioga Davis wore a puffy cartoon-printed diaper, a bib, and a bonnet. From afar, it looked like merely a costume, but when tourists that were gay off their reverie, wearing "GIT DRUNK" t-shirts came close, they saw Kioga's blue wetness indicator and said "Very good!" before swiftly running away.

As they stumbled into their hotel room, fur prickling and pricks pointing; the coyote, tiger, and wolf circling their cheetah prey, Wesley broke off from the group and wandered to the room's gothic balcony, pointing over the edge to the burning, setting sun.

"Sports, we all want to get our dicks shitty, but ..." he trailed off, tossing his paw out to the long high castle wall extending into the ocean, its many spires and turrets piercing the fading evening sky, under a sun which seemed to glow red. "Ah, gorgeous view!"

Evan grinned, the tiger undoing his shirt and rubbing his belly. He lined up behind Wesley and licked his lips, staring at his tight, crumpled pucker and the pert ass cheeks made perkier by his jock's straps. "Therefore, try back-stabbing."

A crinkle rushed up beside him. "Wes would be so lucky," Kioga said, helping Evan undo his shorts, a tightie-whitey cock-bulge flopping out of his dad-trousers. The cheetah took it all in his paw, squeezed and pulled, then accepted Evan's tongue when the tiger turned to kiss him.

As Evan and Kioga entangled themselves in a wet, suckling embrace, the cheetah whining as he groped the tiger's whitey-bulge into a musky, moist wad. The tiger growled as he squished the cheetah's soaked padding around his cock like a pissy fleshlight.

Lugo moved in on Wes.

The coyote turned to the wolf but was quickly turned back around and pinned to the railing, Lugo slipping one paw up under Wesley's basketball jersey to grope his breast as the other tore the Velcro of his own swim shorts open. The wolf's thick cock sprung out like a backhand slap across both the coyote's bouncy rump cheeks, then angled the tip against his wrinkly tailhole, stealing a lusty yip from Wesley.

Kioga went down on his knees when Evan snarled for him to "suck on my daddy bag," and he slurped at the cotton-pouched eggs, slathering the fabric with spit until Evan's balls showed through the translucent patch in his briefs. Kioga's nostrils flared as his nose ground against the tiger's musky tentpole until the cheetah seized up, gulping both balls into his mouth and moaning into them as he felt the telltale trickle under his own and he wet his diaper further, the piss darkening the cubby cartoon plastic along the bottom and making it swell towards the floor.

"Looks like Key's got the right idea," Lugo said, tweaking Wes's nipple with one paw while the other cruelly teased the coyote's jockstrap erection by bouncing it in his other palm.

"Aww, poor whelp wants to make sticky with his teeny weenie?" he crooned into Wesley's ear, intercepting the coyote's paw when it reached down and slamming it against the railing.

"Too bad."

"I really gotta piss," Wes whined.

"Too bad," Lugo reiterated, then spat on his paw, lubed up his cock, and pushed it against the coyote's pucker until Wes's whine turned into a yip. The wolf wrapped his paw around Wes's muzzle until Wes began to nurse on a few fingers, then Lugo slid his cock into the bitch coyote's tight passage.

When Wesley groaned, his ass stretching around Lugo and his ring shining pink, Lugo's cock shot pre into his bowels and slithered deeper.

"I guess it has been a long trip," Evan purred, stroking Kioga's hair with one hand and his exposed pot-belly with the other, rubbing his briefs-wrapped cock against the cheetah's nose as the feeling of a warm, wet mouth suckling at his balls sent exquisite shudders through him.

The tiger's hackles rose and fell in waves as he let out a long sigh of relief, then the dark spot at the tip of his briefs began to spread, turning yellow with a coffee stink as he peed them, a small stream escaping the tip and trickling on the cheetah's fluffy headfur, matting it. The rest of it cascaded down the bridge of the cheetah's muzzle, through the cotton and then against Kioga's lips, spilling outward over the cheetah's chin before Kioga opened his mouth wider and let the stream dribble into his maw from the bottom of Evan's spit-soaked balls, splashing droplets all over the place like an overactive fountain as Kioga worked to gulp it down.

Lugo had got his basketball slut into a nice rhythm, the bitch coyote bouncing against the railing with every thrust, squeaking through his nose as the wolf's muscular hips thumped against his perky rump, his pink ring cratering down, then stretching out around Lugo's cock as it fucked him. Wes's own cock and balls bounced in their neat jockstrap package, a big wad of cotton swinging between his legs and sometimes hitting the balls behind them, which were naked, muskier, heavier, and rounder.

The coyote's cute sneaker shoes squeaked against the balcony floor, his knees coming together and his legs squirming as the pounding against his prostate reminded him, over and over, just how full his bladder was. The fat cock inside him, slick with wolf spit and squirting pre, turned his whole back package into a long, squishy, slurping tube occasionally farting with air ... and took up the last of what room his lower guts, his pubic area had.

Wesley yelped and Lugo inserted another finger into his cubby, suckling mouth, causing a long strand of drool to hang from his chin, down his front, over the railing. He looked out around, to the other hotel suites, the other balconies in the Frothric Castle, where many drunken patrons--and a few innocent families--had gathered to see the commotion.

With what was to come, the families quickly threw their cubs inside.

In front of all these eyes, Wes felt the tip of his cock grow warm, then his balls and underneath as he wet his jockstrap before all eyes and camera phones, simultaneous cheers and roars of disgust sounding out as one pronounced stream of urine shot between the balcony bars, out into the courtyard to splatter on an innocent couple down below, and another traveled down the form of his pouch, soaking it and yellowing out, to dribble loudly between (and onto) his basketball sneakers.

"Oh, puppy really had to go!" the wolf growled, grabbing one of Wes's paws and shoving it against his leaking, pissing package, soaking his paw in fragrant coyote urine. The humiliation in front was horrible enough (oh God did that guest have a telephoto lens?), but then Wes felt the wolf hilt himself, right up to the knot, then felt a constant, hot pressure from inside.

"I had to go too," Lugo whispered. Though Wes's streams began to taper off, his insides filled like a water balloon and when his belly had stretched into the front of his jersey, the coyote cramped and felt a third stream trickle out his backside past the cock, splashing on the balcony floor and his sneakers.

Inside, Kioga and Evan were finishing up the last few huffing strokes of their depravity, the cheetah's baby bib soaked in tiger piss, his fur matted in streams from the mouth down to his chest, and some to his diaper. Kioga took Evan's wadded cock in his mouth as he frantically pawed at himself down below.

The cheetah seized up again, his bulky plastic padding thrusting at nothing as he came in his diaper, the sound of spunk inaudible but for his rhythmic whines. Evan bent over, laying his belly on Kioga's forehead as he came in his underwear, the cheetah desperately sucking what piss and cum he could through the soiled cotton, his tail flagging in the process.

"Oh, here comes surprise number two," Lugo snickered, wrapping up Wes's basketball jersey and ass-strap in a paw as he sped up his fucking. The wolf watched backwards at the cheetah who strained and grunted around the cock, then the back of Kioga's padding bulged out, sagging with a few muffled, chunky farts.

"What a fuckin' mess. Good thing you're only a baby bitch, isn't that right, Wes?"

Lugo smacked the jock-slut coyote's ass hard, then when his stinky locker-room twink jumped, he knotted deep inside his leaking asshole and blasted a few ropes of cum deep inside him, resisting the urge to howl as Wes's insides turned hot and sticky, the seal frothing up as he gave a few final thrusts.

This set Wesley off as well, who soiled his underwear with a few globs of yote-spoo that hung from the whole sodden mess like strands of glue, waggling in the wind and growing long past the balcony's edge before finally breaking and splatting down below.

"What a special moment," the wolf whispered, leaning against Wes as they looked out into the red setting sun, the crenulated castle wall extending out into the port, the waves crashing, the cheers down below, the sound of police officers pounding at their door.

"Thanks, slut!" Lugo chuckled, then promptly pulled out of Wes, his cock swinging out and uncorking the coyote, who bellowed as his guts compressed like a bellows, blowing a gallon of cum, piss, and a few small turds out onto his shoes and behind him.

Soaked below the waist and waddling as if _he_were the diapered one, his jockstrap clinging to his boner and balls, Wes bitched like a wet hen as he followed Lugo to the hotel door. "Wait, you're not going to go to the door like that!" he shouted.

"What, would you rather go in that?" Lugo asked, motioning to Wes, who looked like a Vegas basketball gigolo that'd turned into the wrong party. "Those your rabbit turds back there?" he added, indicating the few brown lumps by the balcony door.

In the background, Kioga cowered against Evan's leg--and nuzzled against his sticky, wet daddy-bulge. "You said that this country had more liberal sex laws!" Kioga said as he jabbed his arm and index finger out, one eye covered by Wes's package, "that incontinence is a kink, diuretic pills are sold next to the sleeping pills, and the kink shops sell _Clench'd Houls-_printed diapers!"

"That's what the brochure said!" Lugo shrugged by the door, grabbing Wes by the balls when he ran close. The wolf wrenched them and pulled down, incapacitating the coyote by having him hop around while attached to his paw. "Guess we gotta pay a bribe now. Key-yoge, do you really poop every time you cum?"

"Only when I cum hard," the cheetah blushed, scooting closer to Evan's leg, dragging his fat, inflated diaper along with him. It looked preposterous on his skinny frame, as if he'd pissed on a pillow, wiped his ass on it, then brought it between his legs and buckled it to his waist.

Cat crap reached Lugo's nose, and even Wes, whose balls were twisted over, full, and throbbing, had to pause. "Jesus, Kioga, did you switch from bran to liver and onions?"

"It's good for my coat!" Kioga complained. Evan up above discretely (not really) kept his paw next to his nose.

"This is the Frothric Asshole Knights Union!" shouted through the door, "The FAK U! Open the door and we'll run you through!"

"This is a private room!" Lugo shouted. "I'll open the door shortly!"

"FAK U, we're coming in anyway!"

Lugo ran for his swim trunks, which were covered in Wes's piss. Or his piss. Whatever; they were watersports-proof but they stunk to High Urethyll. Lugo ran to the bathroom for a towel. Evan, Kioga, and Wes stumbled for the bedroom, but they all got stuck in the doorframe.

"God damn it, Key!" Wes shouted, striking at his back side. It made a loud, wet squish, and Kioga moaned as his mess was flattened up into his crack. "You and your huge diapers!"

"Would you rather he wore tiny, leaky ones?" Evan grunted, trying to squeeze between the two much skinnier males. His stomach rumbled with a little nausea as pissy-Wes and crappy-Kioga consumed his sinuses.

"Git Rude, Knights!" the FAK U shouted, and Lugo threw up his paws in surrender.

"Fuck it, maybe one of those fairies love second-ass wolf cock," he said, dick swinging as he returned to the main room, then jumped back as he saw the balcony mess.

It was as if somebody'd dumped out a training potty.

Plus cum.

There was not the thump of a battering ram, not the kick of the door, but rather the chirp-chirp of a card in the card reader.

A powder-white arctic fox-otter with white Shogun robes and blue spots up his neck burst into the room, brandishing his right paw which was burning red.

"Be wary of assault ahead, casul scrub!" he shouted, hurling a ball of crackling light from his fiery paw. It hit Lugo in the stomach, who immediately doubled over, his tail flagging behind him.

"Xian, you monstrosity!" he groaned, a few farts squelching out of him before the wolf quickly squat in the middle of the hotel suite floor and took a long, coiling dump behind his heels. He gasped a couple times, kneading his stomach, completing a tall, fetid pyramid under his balls.

Lugo fell to his paws and knees, gasping, then yipped as he clenched up again and a sparkling squit of diarrhea streaked out behind him.

The other three turned around and slowly dislodged themselves from the doorway, greeting their eccentric, elusive, eunuch friend.

"Wow, uh," Kioga said, trying not to waddle, "we didn't really tell anyone about this trip," he said. "No offense."

"I know Mike Cuccolberg, the President of Operational Offerings, the POO of FeceBook," Xian shrugged, "all your information are belong to me, even your Private Messages."

Their manager Evanstrom bared his teeth, stuffing his soaked package into his shorts the best he could as he bared his teeth. "This is a violation of communication rights! I'll have the F.E.C.-C's on you!"

Xian shrugged again, the strange furry fuck-child hybrid spinning his glowing paw as if at a rave. "Evan, I needed to ask Mister Kioga Davis a question and he is not answering his phone. He needed to say 'yes' or 'maybe' within five days, so I found out where he was, then booked a flight, a train, a mule (which turned out to be a mimic), and a bonfire teleport over here because time is money and I must take nourishment from your sovereignless assholes. And now you're being mean to me," he pouted.

The cheetah, a bit self-conscious of his drooping diaper, fixed up his waistband as he waddled forward. "Xian, this couldn't have waited until we got home?"

"No, it's really fun," Xian said, his eyes popping open, his blunt fox-otter muzzle talking fast, "Plus the factory is here, plus Clench'd Houls is full of boner-headed try-hard and hardly-try trolls nowadays. Fantastic community. Back home, we'd be arrested in an instant," he said with a snap of his fingers. "It's tremendous, much moreso than that dump Lugo just took. You are such a big boy, Lugo, good boy!"

The muscular wolf couldn't help but wag his tail, slowly standing. He stumbled once, then he farted again and squirted brown down the backs of his thighs. "What did you do to me, Xian?" he growled.

"Oh whoops!" Xian chuckled, then smacked his glowing paw against his Shogun robe until it went out. "Just a test model. Even made it look like the Poo-Romancers of Clench'd Houls, like your internet cosplayers!"

"But it makes you shit?" Lugo grunted, suppressing a whimper as his tailhole squelched and a muddy blob fell between his legs and splatted on the floor.

"This one does, yes. Which, looks like everyone's gone now ..." the artotic trailed off, surveying the room, seeing Wes wander around, scratching at his soaked rear end, noticing Kioga's fat, lumpy rump.

Then his paw ignited again. "Except you, dear," he said to Evan, then flung a fireball at the tiger. It struck Evan in his potbelly, and the portly tiger tried, in a panic, to remove his shorts and briefs. Hopping around his shorts, which he shuffled down to his ankles, Evan managed to turn his backside to the other four and shit his underpants, a brown spot hitting the back, tenting out just below his tail, before splattering out into a strained, lumpy sack.

Briefly, the briefs looked like he was smuggling chicken eggs behind his backside, then the soaked underwear's seat took on that tell-tale shade of brown.

The smell hit them all at once, and Evan continued to humiliate himself as his bowels revolted. The chubby tiger chuffed in shameful pleasure as sludge squirted out the leg holes.

As a joke, Xian pulled Kioga over and put his face down the back of the cheetah's diaper.

"I heard this one had liver and onions," he shouted down into Kioga's dirty padding, "but what did you have, anchovies and sulphur?"

They all laughed, then Wes, Kioga, and Lugo began to gag.

"Seriously," Xian said through the diaper, "it smells better in here."