FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Bastion stepped into the room with a relaxed smile on his face. Bag slung over one shoulder he made his way over to an open computer station and lowered his brawny frame into the chair. Scooting up to the computer station he tucked his bag under the desk and logged in. He was rested, he knew the material, he was confident this exam was going to be a breeze. He waited patiently for time to tick over and the exam to begin. Once class had officially begun he clicked on the icon for the exam software and the test popped up on the screen. He began reading the first question an instant before the screen fuzzed out everything and a window popped up on the screen.

Testing will begin shortly

(OK)

The Rottweiler shrugged and clicked to confirm. A new box replaced the first, prompting for name and student ID number. Dutifully he typed in the requested information and hit Enter. - The keyboard promptly shocked him. He jerked his paw away and shook it, swallowing a yelp. He glared at the keyboard for a moment. Looking back to the screen he saw the test window had returned. A tiny terminal instance occupied the lower right corner of his screen. He read the text in it curiously.

root@Bastion:~$ download Exam

downloading...100%

unpacking...done

establishing connection...secured

root@Bastion:~$ begin testing

Shrugging he did exactly that, returning to the first question. He grinned as he read it, 'Easy. False.' Before he put his answer in he eyed the mouse suspiciously and tapped it lightly with his paw, wary of another shock. Satisfied he closed his large paw over it. Clicking the appropriate answer, he moved on to the next question. By question 4 he was leaning back in his chair, a smirk curving his muzzle. He had this in the bag. The matching section proved more difficult. He had to sit up and pay more attention to the options. As he worked he began to pant. Dimly he noticed he was sweating. 'Did they break the AC or something?' he thought, tugging at the collar of his shirt. Pulling the tight-fitting shirt off he tossed it on top of his bag and kept working. Professor Harrell had thrown a couple of curve balls into the mix. Bastion was pretty sure he caught them all though.

Finishing up that section he dove into the multiple choice. He read the first question and the possible answers...and read it again. He frowned, thinking hard. He knew this, he was sure. After a long moment it came to him and he clicked 'B'. He worked through each question laboriously, the answers coming slowly. Panting he realized he was still far too hot to focus. Glancing around he found many seats empty, including those near him. Deciding to risk it he shucked himself out of his sweats as discretely as possible. Feeling better with his fur exposed and heat radiating away he resumed working in just his jockstrap, adjusting his package with his free paw.

'B,' He thought the answers silently to himself as he worked. 'D. A. B. C.' "A B C D~" he sung under his breath and giggled. He leaned back again, paw rubbing his belly. As he continued to work through the questions - slower, though he hadn't notice - he felt his member swell, tenting his jock. Arousal washed through his body causing him to shift in his chair, paw wandering from his belly to squeeze the straining fabric around his hard cock. He grunted softly and tried to focus on the next question. Bastion massaged his erection as he read the question, pausing to reread words frequently. He couldn't seem to process them. Pre soaked into his jock as he tried.

Some time later, Bastion stared blankly at the computer screen pawing his cock slowly, his jock strap soaked with pre. His eyes wandered across the screen, paw still on the mouse, no longer answering questions. In the lower right corner his eyes focused on a little box with some text in it.

root@Bastion:~$ cleanupfiles -force

removing unnecessary files......done

updating profile....97%

He frowned at it...those funny symbols meant something...didn't they? After a moment the "7" became a "8" and he cared less, pawing his cock and watching the little box.

**

Professor Devin Harrell walked up to the one remaining student in the room casually. "Ah, Bastion. Still here I see. I presume the exam went well." The Labrador was smiling faintly, as if at a private joke. He did not seem surprised when Bastion did not answer. He stepped up next to the student and looked down the dog's muscular torso, past the hard curve of his belly, to the ample erection Bastion was still stroking while staring at the screen. Devin smirked and reached past the Rott to put his paw over Bastion's on the mouse. "Let's see how you did," he said casually. Moving the mouse with Bastion's paw to click the "Finalize" button that had appeared on the small terminal window some time ago.

The screen flashed and a tiny shock went up Bastion's paw. He blinked and looked aroud confused. Seeing the slim, muscular frame of the dog next to him he let out a small wuff and leaned over to sniff at the man. Poking his nose between the folds of Devin's jacket he found bare fur and sniffed and licked the Labrador's belly. Devin chuckled as the computer processed and spit out a score. "Oh!" He exclaimed, "Quite a good score...of what you finished." He reached down and scratched behind Bastion's ears and continued in a slightly sing-song voice, "Who's a smart pup?~" Bastion's nub began wagging vigorously and his muzzle moved further south, nuzzling and licking the fly of the professor's slacks. Devin continued to pet the Rottweiler, his pants beginning to bulge with his growing arousal. Smelling it Bastion whined softly and licked the growing bulge, his paw working his own shaft faster.

Satisfied with the score Professor Harrell straightened and reached down to undo his pants, Bastion's eager head complicating the process slightly as he tried to force his way in. Getting them open, the Labrador tugged down his boxers, revealing his package and said, "Now...let's see what you've learned..." Not halfway through the sentence Bastion had latched onto the Labrador's growing erection and begun sucking with great enthusiasm. The professor groan and rubbed the back of Bastions head. "I knew you'd do well in my class," he said with a chuckle. As the Rottweiler worked his shaft Professor Harrell fished a collar out of his coat pocket. The tag hanging from it read "Bastion".