FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(i envoke rule 34! you cannot stop it!) if anyone here has watched All Dogs Go To Heaven the Series, this story will make much more sense. if not, then wikipedia that shit and learn the basics! this will be like a blast from the past to those who have. and if anyone has seen the first movie, u kno what the original characters looked and acted like, so supplement the Series character design for the original character designs and the Series as background, and u will see what i see...this was really supposed to be more of a fun kind of story, not so much sexy, just a fun little romp through the individual's childhood! enjoy!!!

Charlie Barkin and Itchiford "Itchy" Dachshund walked down the alleyways of San Francisco, moving with a brisk pace. After their long day of rooting through garbage, finding things people tossed away, and munching on old chew toys, the boys were rather exhausted! So, they made their way to their favorite hang-out spot, the Fleabite Café, where Charlie's on-and-off girlfriend Sasha LaFleur worked as the owner, proprietor, and part-time waitress. They walked past Carface's Curio Shop, the Meat Store, and then the Golden Gate Bridge. As they walked through the roads that they only knew so well, they talked about their recent lack of missions as guardian angels.

"All I'm saying is that we should be glad that Ms. Squeaky-Clean hasn't called us to do more heavenly errands lately! I am, trust me," Charlie laughed. His cohort didn't see things the same way. Itchy was more of the real angelic type, he loved Anabelle's missions! He loved the feeling of doing good deeds, but with Anabelle's disappearance, he began to feel the pros of being mission free.

"Well, I HAVE been catching up on my beauty sleep in my spare time," Itchy looked into a broken mirror on the ground and poofed his earflaps as though they were hair.

"C'mon Casanova, we have relaxing to do..." Charlie said, grabbing Itchy and pulling him along. It was near here that they had to be rather careful...this was Otto's territory...

Otto and the Wild Pack had developed a certain animosity towards Charlie and Itchy over the past couple of years, no doubt due to their constant humiliation and defeat at their hands!

"Ahhh, vell vell vell, vat do ve have here?" they heard a voice behind them, a thick German accent heavy on it.

"Oh dammit," Charlie and Itchy said at the same time, turning around to see a group of angry, rough-and-tumble mutts standing in a cluster.

"Well, afternoon boys! Didn't expect to see you pussycats back around these parts! Especially after last week hehe..." Charlie chuckled. Otto growled.

"Nein thanks to chu! Ah'll be peeking shtaples out off mein fuhr for veeks!" he shouted angrily. "Nein more off these games! Get zem!"

The Wild Pack charged! Itchy hid behind Charlie, but Charlie didn't mind, he was ready...

He ducked the first one and threw him over his shoulder, spun around and backhanded the next, then finally kicked the third in the stomach! It was a fast-paced fight! Itchy saw a cloud of dust gather and the fighters get lost in their rumble. When the dust cleared however, Charlie was the only one standing! He picked up each one of the members of the Wild Pack and proceeded to stuff them into a nearby dumpster.

"Und that, mein leibchen Otto," Charlie said, mocking him. "Is how you take out the trash!"

He kicked the side of the dumpster and the lid slammed down on the Wild Pack! The fight was won...

He heard Otto from inside the dumpster cursing him.

"Damn you Charlie Barkin! Damn you!" he cried.

"Oh Charlie! That was the bravest thing I've ever seen!" Itchy exclaimed, jumping up and down.

"Relax Itch; I'll do it again next week..." Charlie laughed and the two started walking again towards the Café.

They finally reached the entrance, after at least twenty minutes of Itchy praising Charlie for his bravery, and Charlie soaking up every little bit of it!

They walked into the café, expecting to see a crowd of dogs, gambling, playing cards, or eating...but there was no one to be seen...

Not even Sasha, who would usually be carrying around a couple mugs of root beer or a plate of dog food, was anywhere to be seen!

"Hey Charlie? You notice something around here?" Itchy eyed the place keenly.

"No, I don't, and that's what worries me," Charlie said quietly. He looked around warily.

"Alright Itch, game time...you scope out the kitchen and the back room, I'll check around here," Charlie barked out his orders and Itchy gave an obedient salute. He rushed over to the bar and leapt over it...only to crash into the cans of Gulpo Dog Food stacked behind it!

Charlie ran over to the counter and looked over. He saw Itchy lying in a pile of cans with a bowl over his head, smiling like an idiot!

"Ah, sorry Charlie, short legs remember?" Itchy chuckled.

Charlie put his face into his paws as Itchy climbed from the pile. Then the gameplan was back on! Itchy snuck quietly into the kitchen, checking around corners and such. There was nobody there! The food had been cooking, but it had been stopped and no one was around anymore...then Itchy heard a small sound...coming from the back room...he put his ear to the door and listened intently.

He heard a crying sound, a soft whimpering...

"Oh no! Sasha! She must be hurt!" Itchy cried and rushed through the back door and looked around frantically! He didn't see Sasha...but he saw three little puppies, sitting in a basket, yipping and playing with a chew toy! Itchy let out a sigh of relief.

Charlie, however, head heard Itchy's cry and came to make sure that Sasha was ok. He burst through the back door and looked around; ready to face whatever was in there...

He crashed through the door and landed flat on top of Itchy! They rolled and smashed into the far wall in a big heap. As they regained themselves, they saw a figure standing in the doorway...

"Sasha! You're ok!" Charlie rushed over to her and hugged her, making sure to sound as convincing as possible. "I was ever so worried!"

The golden-brown Irish setter rolled her eyes and looked at him with one eyebrow raised.

"Nice try Charlie," she said, uninterested. She nudged him off and rushed over to the puppies with a gasp.

"You two woke up my puppies!" she barked angrily. Charlie's eyes widened.

"P-p-pup-PUPPIES?!" he stuttered. "When? Who?! What?! WHAT?!"

"Oh relax Charlie! Of course they're not actually mine, they're my sister's. She's gone for the weekend and I'm taking care of them," Sasha explained. Charlie looked confused.

"So...you put them in food storage?" he asked curiously.

"I...well this was the only place I could put them where they would have enough room to play around! And I couldn't just have them running around the café," she said.

"And your only solution to this was...food storage?" he again asked, smiling.

"I...they just..." Sasha saw him smiling. "Oh screw you Charlie! I don't need to justify myself to you! Anyway, the customers are all gone for the day, and I can keep them in the lounge."

She picked up the basket with her jaws and started trotting over to the lounge. Charlie held the door for her and bowed sarcastically.

"After you your majesty," he mocked. She slapped him with her tail on the way out.

"Well Charlie, you really got her on the run now don'tcha?" Itchy said, chuckling. Charlie put his arm around his companion and pulled him to his side.

"You just watch my little amigo, and one day that dog will say 'Charlie Barkin, you're all mine!' you just wait and see," he said and released the Dachshund. Sasha walked out of the lounge just after Charlie had finished speaking.

"Well boys, what can I get you? Or are you just here to bother me?" she asked, putting her paws on her hips.

"First of all, where is everyone today? Shouldn't the joint be bouncing around or something?" Charlie asked, sweeping his arms past the tables to emphasize their emptiness.

"Some goddamn sports game or something, I think a rat race maybe," Sasha said. Charlie rubbed his chin.

"Hmmm, usually I would know about something like that..." he mulled it over, but then figured he would get around to it later.

"Well, if you boys don't mind, I'm going to go take care of my adorable little fuzzballs," Sasha smiled happily at the thought of rolling around and playing with the little darlings. "You're welcome to join me if you think you can handle them."

"Oh most definitely! There hasn't been a pup alive that can get the best of a Dachshund (a reference to his family, not the breed)!"

"And on that note, I bid you a fond farewell!" Charlie said happily and started to waltz out the door.

"You're not coming Charlie?" Itchy called after him.

"See ya back at the apartment Itch!" he heard Charlie's voice float in from the alley.

Charlie reached the apartment about five minutes later, plopped right down into his comfy couch, and rolled over.

No missions, no Carface, no Anabelle, no anything! He was ready to catch up on a little R&R...

He closed his eyes, was ready to fall asleep, was just about to drift off, just about to settle into sleep...

"Oh Charles? Charles!" a voice called his name. "Charles! Wake up Charles!"

"Oh good lord let be not be so..." he whimpered.

He rolled over to see his television on and on the screen was a particularly annoying pink whippet...

"Hello Anabelle," Charlie muttered unhappily.

"Hello Charles! Glad to see you enjoying your day! Itchiford not around I presume?" she said in her high-pitched voice.

"He's back at the café, whatever you need, he'll help you, go bug him," he said and rolled over again. She put her paws on her hips.

"Sorry Charles, but this mission is strictly for someone with your um...talents..." Anabelle said craftily. She twirled her finger in the air and Charlie's couch flipped upside down and tossed him to the floor!

"Ugh, alright alright...whats this mission?" Charlie asked, annoyed.

"I need you to go and keep a poor, lonely girl company," she put her paw to her forehead to emphasize the 'damsel in distress' appeal.

"Sorry Anabelle, but it's gonna take a lot more than that to get me to go and babysit some poor old broad," Charlie said.

"Alright then, how about this? You go and help the girl, and I'll give you TWO miracle dog tags...one for the mission and one for...a rainy day perhaps?" Anabelle held out two star-shaped pendants, each golden with little wings sprouting from the sides. Charlie looked interested...

"No kidding now? I get one for keeps? All serious?" he asked, very interested. Anabelle nodded slowly.

"Alright! Well Anabelle I'll see you around, I gotta go do good deeds!" he said happily and jumped to his feet. Anabelle tossed the tags through the TV and into Charlie's waiting paws along with the address.

He walked out the door and Anabelle reached through the TV and flipped the power switch, chuckling.

"Yep, see you around Charles..." she giggled quietly, the TV turning black...

Charlie reached the address Anabelle had given him in record time. It was a cozy little place, small house, green front lawn, picket fence, etc...it looked like something out of a storybook! It was almost an exact replica of the stereotypical 'perfect' house! He looked at the address again and then at the house.

"Huh...seems a little bit odd but hell who am I to judge?" he muttered and walked into the yard. He moved past the fence and kept walking into the house. He stepped onto the front porch and knocked on the door with his free paw.

No answer...he knocked again...nothing...

"Oh boy, another loner," Charlie sighed unhappily. He pushed on the door lightly, and it swung open with a creek.

"Hello?" he called, to no avail. He looked around, and saw a rather pleasant-looking all-American-style home...it looked a little bit like Martha Stewart's vacation house...

Charlie looked around and saw an odd sight indeed...it was a string of dog treats! Charlie started drooling!

"It...it can't be..." Charlie stuttered slowly. He laughed happily and ran over the beginning of the line! He picked off the first morsel and chewed it carefully. Then his tongue lolled out and he gobbled up the second and then the third and then the fourth! They led in a line up the stairs...seemed a little suspicious...but Charlie didn't care! He was having the time of his life!

He reached the top of the stairs and then he smelled something...it smelled like candles. Like some kind of scented candle maybe, but he didn't pay much notice to it. He was more concerned with the treats! He walked into a bedroom where the line stopped...he looked around for more, but saw nothing...

"Hello?" Charlie called out. There was a small chuckle from the bed. He quickly jumped on top of it and his jaw dropped.

"Anabelle?!" Charlie cried in surprise! There she was...the pink whippet, her red heart necklace dangling from her small neck and resting on the bed, her body positioned in an attractive, seductive pose with her underbelly exposed.

"Surprise?" Anabelle giggled. "The quickest way to lure a man is through his stomach...I really had to see it to believe it!"

"Anabelle? What are you doing here? Where's that old broad you wanted me to keep company?" Charlie asked, very confused.

"Well! I never said she was old did I? As a matter of fact, I never even said she was human, if you get my drift..." she smiled like a devil.

"You? You don't seem lonely," Charlie said.

"You'd be surprised Charles, I haven't had anyone I can be close with for a long time...I've been very lonely for a very long time," Anabelle looked down at the sheets and then back at Charlie.

"I don't see how I can fix that...you and I aren't that um...close..." Charlie said and rubbed the back of his neck. Anabelle giggled and then pushed him over onto the bed. She jumped on top of him and held him down.

"Ana-!" he tried to protest. She leaned in and planted a big kiss on his lips, effectively silencing him! When she finally pulled off, he had little birds flying around his head!

"Well, it seems clear that this isn't totally undesired!" Anabelle giggled in her high-pitched feminine voice. Charlie shook his head and the birds dissipated.

"You...but you're an angel! You can't..." he tried to talk, but she put her paw over his muzzle.

"Shh, I know...even angels need to sin every now and again my dear," she chuckled again and kissed his neck. Charlie looked at her strangely.

"Do you do this with all of your guardian angels?" he asked.

"So far, just you and that stud Lance...and as for future reference, it might be just you...Lance has the body but he is a bit of an um...fast worker..." Anabelle hinted. Charlie laughed.

"I knew it," he chuckled. Anabelle laughed and pinned him again by his shoulders. "But you didn't want Itchy here too?"

"As much I love Itchiford to death, I didn't want to get those nasty fleas of his..."

she explained. "However, he is content is he not? He's helping Sasha take care of her sister's puppies and couldn't be happier! And as for everyone else, I believe my fake rat race worked well?"

"I knew it! I knew they wouldn't plan a rat race without me! So it was you who did that," Charlie mulled it over in his head. Anabelle nodded proudly.

She looked at him and then quickly kissed him hard, rubbing herself against him. Charlie's eyes widened and then shut slowly as he relaxed.

Anabelle felt his sheath between her legs get harder and thicker as she teased him. He looked down at their touching sexes, and he couldn't help himself, he just got harder and harder...

"C'mon, don't be shy!" Anabelle whispered. Charlie closed his eyes as his long hard canine cock slid out, fully erect. Anabelle licked her lips in surprise and held it between her legs.

They looked at eachother for a few more seconds until Anabelle chuckled and got off of him. She walked across the bed and stuck her rump in the air, looking back at him. His tongue involuntarily lolled out as he jumped over to her! He mounted her in this position, rubbing the end of his cock against her sex. Anabelle moaned and panted.

Without a word, Charlie entered her, pushing past her lips and into the soft flesh inside. Anabelle exhaled loudly and gasped, caught off guard by the immense cock filling her. Charlie was lost as well, enjoying himself in his heavenly employer...her moans brining him closer to the edge.

"Yes Charlie yes!" Anabelle cried in lust. Charlie barked and then hilted in her!

Anabelle screamed out in pleasure, Charlie's long dog meat impaling her! She let out a squeal as she humped back into his cock, making Charlie hump harder.

Anabelle felt something at the base of Charlie's cock bumping her; she looked back and saw his huge red knot full of cum! She blushed and laid her head down on the bed, waiting for his release, and feeling her own creep up on her.

Charlie licked Anabelle's neck and nuzzled her as he cradled her hips and humped her hard. Anabelle started to pant quickly as her orgasm was only inches away! Charlie listened to her high-pitched voice release soft moans and squeaks. Anabelle finally screamed, Charlie feeling her tight pussy clench hard around his member as she released! As she came, she squeezed his cock hard, forcing him to cum! Charlie howled and thrust forward with his strong back legs! His swollen knot pushed inside Anabelle with a little bit of effort, her eyes widening and then closing halfway when that flood of hot, juicy cum poured into her wet pussy.

"Oh Charlie..." Anabelle moaned softly. She blushed and looked at him, and he looked at her.

Then his eyes widened...

"Did we really?..." Charlie looked in awe and disbelief. Anabelle looked at him in a sort of ashamed, awkward way.

"It was...I've just been so lonely," she whimpered, blushing. "You don't know how hard it gets being a full-time angel, never allowed to stare at anyone, never allowed to touch another..."

Charlie looked at her and smirked evilly.

"But you cannot tell ANYONE, understand? Not Itchiford, not Sasha, no one or I'll take the fall!" Anabelle pointed her paw at him warningly.

"Oh I don't know Anabelle, I don't have any reassurance and...well, you know how these things slip out..." Charlie twiddled his Miracle Dog Tags in his paws. Anabelle looked at him quietly, then sighed.

"Oh alright, what do you want?" she was broken.

"Every time I want a Miracle, I call you. You get me said miracle and we all go home happy, I might even do this again if good ol' Lance jumps the gun!" Charlie chuckled. Anabelle quickly shot out her paw and snatched one of the Miracle Dog Tags from Charlie's paw!

"Ha! Now who's got the upper hand?" Anabelle laughed. Charlie looked at the other tag in his paw and then at the one in Anabelle's. Charlie looked upset and cheated.

"Well then I guess this is a draw," he said.

"I'll make you a deal," Anabelle held the dog tag high. "You let me play with you whenever I want...whenever I call you, I get said playtime and we all go home happy."

"If I may," Charlie interrupted, using his underground skills as a gambling dog and a professional con-man to try and swindle Anabelle. "Here's what we do, you keep the tag, I'll fuck you when you want, and you get me my miracles when I want. Fair? Wait wha-?"

"Deal!" Anabelle said and grasped his paw and shook it. Anabelle looked like she had pulled a dirty trick, and she had! She twiddled her fingers behind her back, using her powers to manipulate Charlie like a puppet!

"No fuckin' way! You cheated!" Charlie complained.

"But you still won didn't you?" Anabelle said and was gone in a puff of whitish dust! Charlie looked around and found he was back in the alleyway behind the Fleabite! He walked up towards the café and looked inside. Same as before!

"Angel my ass," he said to himself. And with that he walked into the Fleabite...he had one hell of an appetite!