FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Commissioned by a friend of mine, duskastraeus

Hope you enjoy the read! Not too proud of my writing, but I'm never too confident in anyhting I do anyways.

Story begins below here.

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Large radar dish-like ears twitching at the sound of a paw rattling against the door. "Can you get that Mary? Pretty please?" A chair grinds over the floor. "Fine, I guess I'm closer anyways." Ketrai obviously knows who is coming, hoping it isn't be too awkward to meet at "her"... or rather Mary's place for the first time. Her host completing the small favour of opening the door for the vixen. Remarkable person that Mary. Wanting to stand out, that hospitable raccoon girl has dyed her fur completely. But not just any pattern, rather the colours of a natural red panda. It works quite well. Obviously she didn't manage to fully mask certain natural patterns, allowing someone to spot the difference. A few stripes here and there not quite where they're meant to be, albeit discoloured. In practice however, most boys just blindly accept the illusion of the more popular species.

Twisting the door knob, revealing a wolf shorter in comparison to the person opening the door. "Well hey minty, Ket doesn't get visitors often. If I have to guess from the way she has been acting the last hour or so. I think I know why you're here." Mary smirks. "Well anyways, I've also been asked to leave the place for now. I'll ask your name later." The coon just looking over her shoulder and winking, then moving past the wolf and disappearing down the hallway. She even took the time to close the door and lock it for them.

Now it was just them. Certainly enough to leave them in a slightly awkward atmosphere. They knew each other well, but that didn't mean interaction was always the smoothest. Especially seeing as the wolfe was at her place for once, it made her feel... responsible? And she was embarrassed due to the state of the apartment. Mary couldn't really afford much more than this old, dusty place. Then again. she also likes spending money on parties, clothes she doesn't need, and more. Astraeus Dusk, our wolf in question already knew where to go. Hearing little chittering noises from behind the bedroom door, confirming his earlier suspicions about the whereabouts of his "friend".

Ketrai was right there, on the bed. Sitting, back turned towards him. Light enough to the point she doesn't make much of a dent in the surface of the bed. The room lit with a red-lensed lamp which looks to be rather cheap, hastily put together with a shard of red glass. If anything it was cute. The bed looking to be almost ancient, and not the most comfortable. A better mattress wouldn't be a bad investment. Clad in some frilly black panties, probably borrowed. Neatly sitting on top of her legs with her torso completely bare, although he'd have to get a better look to confirm the obvious. A vibrant critter, dusk had never been able to really find out what she was. Fox, fennec, cat... she seemed to have a little of each, most closely resembling a fennec. Whilst hybrids are common... she isn't quite the same. The vixen had her own explanation, namely that she was just another fox, only one that liked to dye her fur much like mary. Easy enough to belief for anyone who saw the fennix every now and then. But it was that glow which was causing the red rays near her to bathe her in an orange glow instead as it mixed with her yellow radiance. Like some kind of corona... Apparently glowing paint, which did exist... but dusk knew for certain she wouldn't be able to constantly buy more and more of the expensive stuff. Maybe someday she would tell her what was really going on.

"Something different, that's what you wanted right?" she mutters. Normally not nearly as shy, but from the looks of it this was the first time she actively tried to surprise him with something both of them would consider at least moderately impressive. That large, fluffy tail moved over to curl around one of his hands. Slowed down by the friction which something as bushy as that produces. It wasn't as bad as squirrels, luckily. Whenever he would jest about it behaving in such a way, she would counter his argument by saying that she doesn't get captured by elevator doors closing behind her, like he does. He feels her tugging on his hand with that tail. With not even close to enough strength to move it. Even if he relaxed completely. He ceased his daydreaming, moving over onto the bed with her. Almost immediately he is met with a small hand taking his. She was a lot shorter than him, and such was very much encompassed in her grip. Feeling tender and more delicate. She tries to guide his hand over to her rump, and he lets her. Another hand on his lap, he lets her. With only half a twist her eyes would be staring into his. Emerald gems. Gestures urging him on to be liberal, helping the wolf find his way to her chest as well as other curves. Not that there was much to her upper torso. Still uncertain whether the woman was embarrassed or proud of her cups, small bumps large enough to be considered breasts, yet small enough that a sweater can hide them completely if worn properly.

She gently raises herself up further, hands resting on his shoulders and leaning on until he would flop flat on the bed. With a more confident smile, and a chuckle, starting to unravel him. Hands rubbing over his front once, furling his shirt a bit, with lots of that energy that comes with her hyperactive mood. Signs confirming such a state are large ears twitching, fiddling an imaginative violin with her fingers. (With her technique the tune would be god awful anyways.) And that tail swaying back and forth, whilst she usually prefers to keep it in one position (It's like a dust sweeper). Starting to unbutton his shirt in the most inefficient way possible. Even going as far as to just pull it over his head when there's only two buttons left. wiggling her rump back and forth a little, leaning in swiftly to hold a kiss on his lips, hands crawling down further, now tugging away at the rim of his pants, undressing both his pants and briefs at the same time. It wasn't that surprising to note that he was already partially erect. Only seconds away from full mast. He knew what he had been getting into when he had entered the room. She didn't even bother getting those clothes out the way, she'd created access to everything she needed.

She then stretches herself out in the air, letting him feel her body shift under his touch. Reminding him that little were more enticing than the comfort from being so close to another. She then turns around on top of him. hunched over on all fours, elbows and knees. Having those limbs neatly next to him. Using one hand to pull her panties aside, revealing her sex. No strings attached here, just a modest slit, small like the rest of her, and folded inwards slightly. No voluptuous lips like some. Granted little time to fully map out the details, he gets to feel them rather than see them. The vixen making herself comfortable. The size difference between the two becoming even more apparent. Knowing her she was probably already eyeing up his family jewels and additions. When you're that short, most of the world ends up being a lot bigger in comparison. Naturally she is used to it, but as much as she easily makes contact with people around her size class, those bigger are... almost mysterious. He's really noticed that. Almost three heads taller than her. Thinking about it right then and there really riles him up faster, but he managed to hold back just a little longer, letting her do whatever she wanted to him.

His shaft twitches in the the cool air of the room. Emeralds ogling a part of his being that's well... less than formal, decent or even close to pure? Maybe all of those combined. It was 9 inches. Like most guys, he has measured it. He still clearly remember the day, well, rather early in their history. Simple so sudden when Ketrai walked up and asked him. "I've been wondering, how big is your dick? No really, I'm just curious." It had been so blunt, but then again, Dusk hadn't felt any shame telling her. He doesn't imagine many guys would, when asked by a pretty girl or boy. The feeling of her tongue was lovely. The vixen being part of a set of species with a rough tongue. The texture causing it to pull on the flesh, making the sensitive skin stick to it for a few tiny moments before sliding back in place as her licker moves onwards. He has been told that she enjoys pretty much every part of a larger guy when it came to close interactions. It makes her sound a little shallow, if not for that fact she also doesn't seem to stay with guys long. Often seeming so uncertain, yet eager to explore and try new things. But hey, she has shown him her secret hang out place. And they kept hanging out after. So there's something likeable to him. At least in those green eyes, and whatever clockwork makes her head tick. He ruffled her sides a little, eyes half liddled as he relaxes. But the more work she put behind her treatment, the more aroused he got. Member really starting to throb more frequently, clearly filled with lust for more.

Her warm breath caresses his shaft, that exotic species having a higher internal temperature. For some reason also making Ketrai vulnerable to cold, an excellent way to tease the vibrant girl, such as pushing her in puddles left by the rain. Next is that sweet embrace of her flesh, the slight smooth touch of her teeth, and her tongue squeezing the tip between muzzle and itself. Her rump was also demanding attention. feeling the slight moisture welling up as she in turn gets more aroused, urging a tongue to leave that maw, and fold slightly between those silken lips~. Still trying to master the act of determining exactly how aroused his lover was. Judging only by how much her tunnel would widen, and the rate at which she ends up lubricated by her own fluids. The slight tinge of musk making his nose twitch just slightly, synapses receiving and processing the primal input, teasing instincts. Dusk feels the fresh tinge of pre welling up from his tip, lingering only a few seconds before a little muzzle picks the drops up, or better, fingers stealing them away, spreading his shaft in the slick fluids one bit at a time.

Feeling more and more warmth around his cock, the pace being raised gradually. He could tell her muzzle was already practically full. Still feeling a bit of a chill on the remaining area. Deciding to help out a little, one hand caressing her side, tapping to try and find the way up to her head, not an easy task mind you, seeing as she was obstructing every ounce of sight of anything other but her ass. Dusk pauses, feeling how the vixen starts to send vibrations over his shaft, clearly signs of the fox starting to purr, soon reaching full volume. Murring a little himself, trying to mimic those noises a little, which earns him a muffled chuckle. Feeling the soft hair on her head, starting to apply pressure until he felt how the limit of how far she could cover increase. Hearing a huff, then a counter-measure, until she pulled off his dick completely. "Hey, I don't n-neeed any help... Just trust me, I got this!" opening his muzzle to answer, but his words get drowned out in her tunnel as she presses back down on him! probably sending some ticklish sensations through the fenfen. "schlllrk." as that muzzle descends again, coming around the same distance as before. Sliding back a little, forwards, backwards, feeling just a little more covered, and quite a wave of warm saliva.

Giving her rump a little push with his other hand, whilst grabbing a hold of the back of her head again. He pushes down, jutting up that crotch at the same time, causing him to sigh out happily. The tapered tip bumping into her throat a bit, curving. Ketrai reflexively raises her head a little, trying to straighten out the way inwards as to avoid that feeling. Hand sliding over from her rump to her neck, slightly squeezing the lovely bulge his member made right there. Smiling mischievously, definitely feeling some better coverage of his poor, cold wolf pecker. The fox scrambles against his hand again, and this time he alleviated his grip, letting her catch breath, and maybe there was just a slight curiosity after what the vibrant critter had to say after that.

Huffing, puffing. And open went that little maw. "K-kay, maybe I need just a littl-" Cutting her off, quite rudely. "A little more help?" Blinking. "P-practice..." Rolling his eyes. "Mrh, I think it went just fine this time, who says I have the patience to wait for your mastery anyways?" This time he got a little bap on the side of his head. "Wuh-whatever, am I allowed to continue spoiling him who clearly isn't spoiled enough already? And no need to answer that, I'm not really interested in the answer." Turning her rear away from him now, instead angling it above his red rocket. Lowering herself down, only to slide forwards a little, instead resting that rump on his lower body whilst facing him, hotdogging him between her two buns. What a tease. But he soon realized why. She leans backwards and over to the little nightstand, pulling open the drawer. Quite a weird sight, her body contorting backwards that far to be able to reach, making him wonder how she hadn't hurt her spine yet. Bounding back to her straight-back seated position, now holding up what was unmistakably a bottle of lubricant. Taking the cap off and flicking it towards his face, ending up with a little stain of lube on his right cheek. Following was a wet hand slapping the back of his shaft, starting to smush that slippery liquid between her rear and him, getting everything glistening in slick fluids quickly.

It barely took any time for him to just shake his head and push her up on his shaft, having lost any remaining patience with the little red-haired fox. This was where the fun had really started, strong hands to handle her, picking her up and dropping that lithe frame back down as if she was some kind of toy! She had that kind of feel to him right now, the way she'd presented herself to him anyways. What better to do than show the fox what he really wanted! Really bouncing her up and down, stifling some of those complaints, and ignoring those that came through. Inch after inch of red sinking in, and every thrust that followed was smoothening out that tunnel more and more, allowing it to adapt to his size. Hadn't taken her long to start whimpering and squeaking. Not the uncomfortable kind, she just... never seemed to be able to moan. He was moaning! very clearly. She probably always felt just a little nervous during sex, but to her the pleasure was almost always a far greater force, outweighing any other feelings. No better medicine for anxiety. He lifts himself off the bed, grabbing and hugging the vixen close. Not quite standing up or anything, he just wanted to be able to bounce the fenfen up and down more easily. "rfff, See? All you had to do is trust me, just a little. Wouldn't I know how to treat my gift most effeciently?"

He snuck a hand down to press over her belly. Whilst she isn't even close to as stretchy as foxes are commonly, her backdoor was more than capable of accomodating for something bigger than she was built for. He never gets that deep in her slit.

He felt her little mittens starting to cling to him! Footpaws wriggling between his legs, somehow bundling up in the weirdest of positions, to the point he even felt them squishing against his sack a little. "Mrhh, you getting close already?" He was starting to feel his own orgasm coming slightly, but knowing she didn't have the kind of sexual stamina he did. Not that he was all too special in that regard... She just can't manage much. He also suspects she likes it when a bigger partner just handles her like that, a reason which makes her hair trigger all the less surprising. She just squirms a little more, muttering shreds of an answer, only to feel inner muscles clench around him, and watch the rest of her limbs visibly tighten. Then a little squeal, followed by a soothing warm sensation and light feminine musk over those lower areas. Somewhere in the middle of it all he switched between orifices. Not really mindful of the mess he created that way, feeling drops splash and stain a little more than just his belly, and probably going to soak her rear completely in that stuff. The bulge on her abdomen grew very noticeably at this point, the little vixen struggling to contain all of that dog meat. It always felt a little like a vice grip to him, briefly.Her vaginal tunnel definitely giving tighter hugs than she can with her noodle arms. He was forced to slow down, grinding in and out at a snail's pace, having to squeeze around his currently mostly dormant knot himself with a hand, to stimulate himself closer to orgasm. After all, he found himself with the natural impulse to hilt it and encompass all, but there simply isn't enough space inside of her. Using one hand to keep pulling her up and down a little. He leans in, whispering to one of those large ears, which twitches against his forehead in return. She responds by wiggling a little more, and bringing down one of those fidgety paws of hers to caress the bulge he was making.

Her movements were a little slow. Likely because of fatigue, Ketrai looking like she was still riding out the bliss. It probably didn't help that she was being overstimulated a little, but luckily he can't thrust in and out that quick at all due to the tightness. He groans out next, feeling his knot inflate in his hands, at which he gives himself an even harder squeeze just to stimulate it all the more. He earns himself a few grumpy bumps from his partner, and quickly ends up feeling a trickle of warm cum drip back onto him, and the rest of his dick. The surging pleasure enough to make him reflexively muzzle over one of her twitchy ears, and bite on the tip of the other one slightly. Ketrai was likely going to feel her belly swell up just a little, fidgeting and squirming more until she feels his member slip out of her, and that pressure starts alleviating as more of his spunk gently oozes out. There they rest for a while, bathing in tranquility. Dusk just idly rubbing over her back, or even playing with her belly a bit, pushing it every now and then to see how much more he could get to come out again. It didn't really help that his jizz was kinda thick. Only to get interrupted by her voice again. "w-why didn't you pull out." muttering.

He rolls his eyes and respond. "Because you let me do it, you could've stopped me if you wanted." He couldn't help but smile in a smug fashion. "C-comon, you know I don't really like that, y-you... d-didn't give me a chance to speak!" He chuckles. "Was i fucking your butt too hard?" Her big ears flattening, and muzzle turning to have just one emerald eye looking at him. "n-no.. I mean... w-well. yeah! You should've a-asked me earlier, or like... b-be more gentle!" It was hard not to laugh at that, she was simply being absurd. "I'm g-going to have to like, get a pill, a-and that other stuff." he leans in to start petting her again, shaking his head in a controlled and calm manner. "Na, you don't. The chance my slow wolf swimmers are going to impregnate that exotic butt of yours seem very small for me... you know it doesn't even properly work when the knot doesn't go in." she chitters a little. "N-nuh, there was just so much of it, d-don't you think that makes the k-knot part of it irrelevant?" He grabs her into a close hug again. "Just don't worry about it. You silly."

She actually looked a little upset for a moment, but the more he hugged and squeezed her, the more she softened up again, returning the favour with her own short-haired, fluffy arms. He goes to try and tickle her, whilst she scoops up some of that messy spunk, and tries to rub it out over his muzzle and cheeks. Somewhere in between the doggo starts again. "Hrm, you think Mary would mind we stained the bed?" at which the fen responds. "I don't really think so, she brings boys home all the time, and it's the only bed we got so... I think there's plenty of stains already." It made him think about bringing an uv light sometime... just to make sure. "I'm usually not around when she takes them in, I'm not that good at being cooped up, and she keeps trying to drag me into threesomes, so I try to make sure I'm not home at those times." It made him chuckle. "w-whaaat, It isn't funny! She likes, keep trying to take me to these weird bdsm clubs too, and like, cover me up in a tight latex suit." The wuff shakes his head. "But don't you like that kind of stuff? You should totally go with her sometime." The fen grunts audibly. "Nuh, it's l-like, way too public and stuff. I don't want everyone to be able to see my ass and my chest through my clothes, it's embarrassing!" Her blush was building up a little again. "Whatever you say little fluff, whatever you say..."

A little later they got up again, the wolf taking her by the shoulders, and together they walk to the shower. He couldn't go to work tomorrow with all of that white goop clotting his fur together, and the fen... well, she likely didn't care as much. "What, my butt is covered up most of the time, no one will notice until it cleans itself out." but he wasn't going to let her get away with that. Nor would he miss any chance to see her fidget under the water. He never understood what he had against showers and baths specifically, because she loves swimming. Scrubbing that fur, definitely getting a little chest and butt grope in there every now and then. Except for being sticky, fluids like these wash out of fur rather easily. It's only when you let them properly dry they might get annoying, as it hardens the fuzz, usually a little painful to remove too. It wasn't too much longer until they were both fully clothed again, playing a few party games together on a gaming console, but as usual, time does catch up.

Mary would let herself in, looking wasted to a strong degree, urging the wolf on to vacate himself from the premise, and get his butt to work in time. The fennix didn't really have similar responsibilities, but mary did have a crocodile fella in tow, which meant it was a good idea for her to scoot off anyways. She would likely go and say hi to a few of her contacts, see if they need any help for a small fee. Mary does appreciate if she ends up actually being able to help pay the rent, or for other small commodities. She'd probably end up seeing dusk over at their secret abandoned warehouse anyways, so this wasn't really anything to be too sentimental about. She just had to worry about coming home the next morning when mary usually dumps her little boyfriends, and not a minute before that.