FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

You are welcome within me.

Just imagine... your body becoming a part of my breasts, your form no more than milk, your soul linked to mine as you feel boy after boy arrive and drink deeply from my flesh, your entire being filling with the joy of nurturing another.

If that's what being a part of my tits is like, what must it be like being a part of my cock and balls? Your entire existence belongs to that throbbing erection, to making more and more cum, to pleasuring women and making them scream as you fill them with hot, sloppy jizm. Your heartbeat matches mine, and you grow bigger as you slam home in that pussy, stretching her wide as you built up our messy orgasm into a sticky, pungent mess.

Mmmh, and my pussy. My big, soft, velvety muff. Merge with me and help me reward my loyal servants, easing them to release their tension and worries inside me. Sperm is a rich and heady meal for my soft petals, and those that are found unworthy also find their punishment within us, my flesh turning to iron with your help and easing out every last drop, encouraging them to lose every inch of length and every last ounce of cum from their balls until all that's left is a flat panel of flesh upon their pelvis. And pregnancy... soft... warm, and nurturing.... if you're good I might even gift you a body of your own once more~

My ass, so big and soft. The perfect pillow for adventurers to rest on, and the tightest hole for them to fill Imagine it, your massive ass cheeks wrapping around that meat, feeling yourself jiggle as they use you to satisfy their basic urges, as they slam their hips home and tap the naughty souls in my cunt with that ballsack. And despite it being a waste, it's so delightfully satisfying having that cock push inside, or even a tongue, that wonderful flesh squirming and wiggling and throbbing before a powerful clench from us makes them lose their control in their entirety, making a wonderfully gooey mess between those soft and wobbly mounds.

That powerful, muscular appendage, the tail. So good for wrapping and squeezing. Your entire existence belongs around someone, holding them in place, massaging away their worries bit by bit, ripple by ripple. Those tits and cocks belong in those coils, those sweet ministrations encouraging us to move and shift, to ripple with strength as our prey and lovers are kept in place, are kept warm and confined. The hungry souls within the pussy and mouth are allowed their fill first, but the body of the naughty belongs to us, the tip of the tail spreading into a soft and silky maw, swallowing them down, stretching our pliant flesh with their rippling, squirming protests. They'll fill us, just as you yourself did, growing us by inches as they slowly slide down and join the collective, wonderful spiritual symphony deep within us.

My mouth, always hungry, but always warm, wet, and inviting, just like my gut. So wonderfully soft and sweet, we reward our followers with kisses and nibbles, and those wonderful supplicants that need release are treated to a slow and delicate suckle. Gorging on milk and cum and pussy juice, every last ounce serves to sate our needs and enflame our desires. The only time we're full is when the sinful join us, those irredeemable begging for mercy as our lips seal around them, as our throat squirms and drags upon their bodies. Our belly is their perfect tomb, and through filling us they gain redemption, their souls subservient to those more pure, their essence spreading across our body to make us more beautiful, to make us more soft and worthy of praise. In time they will redeem themselves, but for now they will help us taste the divine pleasures of fruit and wine and meat and cheese, nourishing us so that we may serve those loyal and in need.

My hands and feet, my heavy paws that wrap around our lovers. You join with me to carry me far, to hold and comfort the wonderful, beautiful creatures that surround us. Your flesh runs through the fur of so many men and women, holding them, caressing them, squeezing malehood and womanflesh alike, kneading them until their sticky, savory lovesap coats our palms and glistens on our claws. Those that thrust against our feet are met with velveteen pads, and their tongues slip between those powerful digits as they love upon us and beg us for a gentle push, for a soft step upon their backs or chests. And breasts! So fun, so sweet, those fingers are meant to cup and caress, to knead and squeesze and press, our souls working in tandem to ease their burden, to work the milk from their sore and tired bodies until they collapse against us, ready for another load brewed by those dwelling within our dick.