FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The work an artist creates can influence so many people that it's easy to overlook just how powerful the pen can really be, and why so many still believe to be mightier than the sword.

Even the digital pen was something strong enough to illicit reactions from people the world over in the age of information. A single click on a website produces walls of text and a plethora or images to choose from, whatever the purpose of the browser might be.

For Rocker, it was a quiet evening of peace and privacy, doing what so many other canines did when there was no other way to stay entertained for the night.

"Don't think I've ever seen this one before...she looks so peaceful," he whispered, knowing that he couldn't raise his voice too much; getting walked in on in the middle of a good, long stroke was the last thing he wanted. "Sure wish I could be in that bed with her, though. Bet it's really comfy."

They might have seemed odd things to think about in the middle of self-pleasure, but the detail paid to the comforter, the plush, tender fabric of the pillows, and Darma's own expression were such that Rocker couldn't help thinking about how nice it would feel to be snuggled up to her side, his cheek resting on her breasts and his digits in the warm, tight recesses of her panties. The image was so vibrant that she looked as though the original artist had brought her to life, and he was simply there, waiting for her to beckon him into her realm to experience all that he'd wondered about.

That was where his mind took the fantasy, as he continued stroking gently at his canine member, admiring the finger details of her body. The artist used such discretion that her nipples were covered by an unzipped hoodie, but her cleavage was in full view, and striped panties were so nice and snug upon her pubic mound that it just started to show against the delicately drawn fabric.

Just to touch her one time would be enough; Rocker was sure of that, but it seemed a distant and impossible dream, no matter how much he wished for it.

"It's not too crazy to think that she's real...is it?"

His clean paw reached out and pressed against the screen, but naturally, it was met with LED resistance, and other than a lingering effect on the screen of his pawpads leaving their pressure behind, nothing changed, that he could see.

Darma was still smiling blissfully, her headphones blasting, her expression gazing up carelessly as if she had no idea she was being watched.

Then again, she really _didn't_have any idea that such was the case.

"The hell?"

Her entire apartment rumbled, but when she turned her head and looked outside, she didn't see anything causing a disruption. She felt like there'd been an earthquake the way her building was shaking, but there was no visible source of it.

There was no way to see where the scream was coming from, either, as she heard a panicked yelp, and in the next moment, it was silenced.

"H-holy shit, she moved!" he barked, knowing that someone would have been stirred awake by his panic. "I'm sure she did!"

Whirling her head around and seeing no one in her apartment, Darma brought an arm over her chest and did her best to fluff her tail in front of her panties. "Well of course I moved...I'm a living thing!"

Some artists were so talented that their work could literally develop a life of their own...and whoever had given Darma's image new life didn't realize that they'd done it in the literal sense.

Pulling his paw back and looking through the screen intently, Rocker narrowed his eyes on Darma as she finally noticed something on her own computer screen, in a world that shouldn't have existed in the first place. She was bashful at being watched, but becoming self-aware meant that she had to adapt quickly; she had to investigate, as she pulled the buds from her ears.

"I sure don't remember video-chatting with anyone. Who the heck are you?" she asked, standing up from the couch and lifting the laptop to her eye level.

Rocker had never stopped playing; he gritted his fangs and realized that it was too late to hide anything as Darma got a face full of his nervous expression and dripping length. "Uh...I d-don't think I can explain that right now."

Much to his surprise, she smirked on the other end and shook her head. "No, I bet you can't...not like that," she agreed. "Seems you have something you were in the middle of. I hope I'm not interrupting?"

The intentions of the artist were imparted in Darma, who didn't know she was just a drawing come to life. The way that she'd taken form dictated her responses, as well, as her casual attire and sensual atmosphere changed her attitude entirely from what Rocker knew of her in the movies, and he couldn't have been luckier for it.

"Not exactly?" he asked, still overwhelmed that he was flirting with a drawing. "I mean, you were...uhm...kind of inspiring it, honestly."

"And you didn't even invite me to play along? That's kinda rude, don't you think?"

"I'm not really sure how you can play along. You're inside of a computer screen."

Still not knowing the limits of her own reality, Darma couldn't fathom that her arm shouldn't have been able to go through the screen of her laptop.

Somehow, it still did, as her drawn figure came to life, the fur upon her paws brushing along the breeze of reality for the very first time.

The first thing she touched in the real world was his cock, as her digits wrapped around it and gave his tender flesh a playful stroke. "That's not doing much to stop me, is it?" she teased, giggling as she gave a few curious, delicate pumps on the base of his member. "I hope you don't mind if I come over...your room looks a lot warmer than mine."

She'd stolen the breath from his lungs twice in one gesture, first by breaking the laws of reality that he thought he knew, and then giving him such a practiced and gentle touch that he had to wonder where she'd learned such skills when she was only a simple drawing.

As the rest of her arm came through the screen and she climbed into the real world, she held the qualities of the original drawing eerily well, from the shape and proportion of her body to the calm, sensual glow in her eyes; even the satisfied grin upon her lips was a perfect adaptation of the drawing she'd been born from.

Rocker's own image gallery was coming to life somehow, and though a panicked corner of his mind wanted to question it and figure out how to stop it, Darma was already sticking halfway through his computer screen, her hoodie falling open and showing the full, uncensored beauty of her breasts to him.

"Youcancomeoveryes," he let out a single, quick breath of utter shock as Darma rested her paws on his desk and climbed the rest of the way through the screen, the LED display rippling like the once glassy waters of a pond, struck by an offending rock.

Her backside wiggled as she came through from a dimension of creations, emerging in the real world with no concern about how she'd actually gotten there. She was just happy to have some company, as if that was the one thing missing in the image she'd been torn from, and now that she had it, her grin was growing wider, and _much_wider still as she hopped down from the desk and right into his lap.

Her covered sex was deliciously warm against his still throbbing shaft, taking the breath from him once more and leaving him desperate to form a more rational thought.

Nothing came to mind.

"You seem so confused by all of this. Why are you so worried?" she asked, her mind still influenced by the image that she was created in. She didn't know that she should have been trying to contemplate more about the reality that she'd literally jumped into, finding that she was more concerned with thanking her new host for welcoming her into his home. "This is exactly what you wanted, if that little jump was any indication."

Naturally, her folds could feel every pulse that ran through his canine length, and she was licking her lips at the thought of feeling them even more intimately...but she could tell she'd overwhelmed him.

Without waiting for his response, she eased down out of his lap and gave his wrist a tug. "Come on over to the bed, stranger. I think you'll find it's a lot more fun doing a duet than playing solo."

He knew that she was right, and didn't dare to look a gift horse in the mouth, but Rocker was blessed that she was taking the lead when she'd already taken his breath away.

"Aren't you even a little concerned with how you came here?" he asked, knowing that technology didn't work the way that she'd just caused it to in the movie that she came from. "Don't you want to know more about that?"

Keeping a hold on his wrist, Darma plopped down on the edge of his bed, the sensual vixen smiling up at him with a softer look than she'd given before. "Lemme ask you something. Do you know why jazz is so much fun?"

"It's catchy?" he asked, chuckling nervously.

"Because it's got so few rules. There's a couple you need to follow, but the real fun is improvising...just taking what you already know and expanding on it, unsure of where you're going...but you have fun getting there. You worry about why it worked later when you write down the notes," she did her best to blend her love of music with her knowledge of the strange man, hoping to ease his concern. "I dunno about you, but right now, I'm more interested in making some music than I am in looking at the notes."

There was no mincing her words, even if Rocker tried to play bashful.

Managing a smirk of false confidence, he allowed her tug to lead him between her legs, where he went just a little higher, pressing his muzzle to her bare tummy and kissing the smooth, soft fur with pent affection.

"Now you're playing jazz, baby," she encouraged him. "Don't forget to improvise a little bit...mmn!"

Darma knew that when it came to a duet, both players had to carry the music from time to time, so she gave him a little aid, feeling his lips smooth through the delicate, wispy fur upon her tummy. She giggled as he moved further up toward her uncovered breasts, while her paws slipped down the side of her hips, thumbs hooking into the blissfully thin fabric of her panties.

They were sliding down, greeting Rocker with a delicious aroma of vulpine lust as her smooth, tender womanhood came into full view.

"Should I go for a higher note?" he asked, nibbling playfully at the base of her cleavage and finding a weak spot on the eager vixen. She wrapped her arms around the back of his head, digits grabbing at the tawny locks of his hair for any sort of relief as his tongue passed through the natural chasm and lubricated it, leaving her to shudder with delight.

She didn't think he'd take to the act so quickly, but seeing that he was, she didn't have any problem pulling him on top and dragging him further into the bed, loving the weight of his body upon her own.

"If you t-think you're ready for it...lead on," her lips trembled as she murmured the words right into his ear, drawing the slick, moistened flesh of her tongue along the velvety lobe. "This is gonna be a long song, though...I hope you can keep up."

With his pants still around his ankles from his earlier playtime, Rocker couldn't help being tugged right into Darma's comforting embrace, but he didn't dare complain about the sneaky move, or the more affectionate one that followed as her footpaws began pushing down at the crumpled denim of his jeans, freeing his legs up for an obvious purpose.

Standing just over the edge of his own bed and gazing down at her happily lustful expression, Rocker knew it was the last time he should be getting a case of stage fright; the accidental brush of his canine member against her parted sex was just what he needed to push right on past it as instinct guided his next move, the bulk of his shaft quickly finding a new home inside of her tight, eager sex.

"Speak for y-yourself," Rocker stammered out the words as he winced, taken back by the delightfully tight grip of her womanhood. "I could do this all night if I w-wanted to!"

"Ooh! That's the way...f-feels even bigger than it looks," Darma praised him, looking down past his pleasured expression to watch the inches of his member disappear inside of her welcoming cunt. "You really think you're gonna outlast me? You already got a head start, pup...there's no way you'll outlast me!"

Bold and brazen as he was, Rocker didn't want to admit that Darma was right. His paws fell down to either side of her hips and gripped them tight as natural, canine instincts drove his body forth in a series of quick, choppy thrusts, until their bodies were close enough to know the blissful depth of a complete hilting.

Feeling his sack bounce against the back of her rump, Darma clenched down tight on his cock and held it steady, even when his body tried to hold back; though it was just a moment, she'd trapped him, reminding the less experienced canine who was really in control.

"You did say to..._oooohfuck..._t-to improvise, right?" Rocker managed to gain control of the pace again as Darma released his member, eager to feel a few of the deeper, longer thrusts that he had in store for her. "I'm sure I can find a way..."

He'd come only seconds from losing it, but the wolf was eager to prove himself to the amorous vixen, able to see the need for a release in the pits of her warm, deep irises. He couldn't pull himself away from her gaze, finding that it held him even as their bodies pressed against each other in desperate, powerful humps, each one driving toward the common goal of a much needed release.

Bashful about his moans and knowing that hers were driving him along that much faster, he could only come up with one way to improvise, and he knew he'd caught her off guard by the look of shock in her eyes as he leaned fully over the bed, burying his length all the way inside her vaginal passage.

It was a series of necessary evils that ended with his lips upon her own in a deep, tender kiss, muffling his own cries of delight and keeping hers to a minimum; it was also a plan that utterly backfired, as the electric sensations moved through his muzzle and straight to his head, starting as little more than a tickle on his cheeks before it grew into a heavenly and transcendent pleasure.

She's so good at this...I don't think I've ever been kissed like this before! Rocker's thoughts were ablaze with curiosity at her skills, wondering how a still-life drawing could be so gifted in the bedroom...though he wasn't complaining about her abilities as much as he simply wanted to understand them.

Experiencing them firsthand wasn't teaching him anything more than how to delay his own orgasm, but as Darma curled her toes into the tender flesh of his rump and encouraged him to give her all she had, she could feel the familiar, pulsing throb of his shaft in the soaking, clenching depths of her sex.

She knew time was of the essence, and though her own climax would have to wait, she didn't mind putting the wolf to work all the way through the wee hours of the morning.

"_Mnn...nnf..._g-get it out of there," Darma regretfully broke the kiss, though her lips stayed close to his own as she heard him immediately panting and whimpering, a decidedly canine sign of his impending release. "I've got a special place for it...to thank you for being such a gracious host."

His legs were already trembling, and the poor wolf worried that he might have spilled a tiny bit inside of her, but as his fangs stayed tightly clenched and his body fought tooth and nail against giving in, he saw the vixen pushing her breasts together, still dripping with his saliva from before.

Desperately climbing up to the bed and kneeling on either side of her torso, Rocker dropped his length into the makeshift passage and immediately groaned as Darma worked her breasts up and down over the sides of his shaft, moving in perfect time with his final, trembling thrusts. Precum stained her fur in one moment, and in the next, she opened her muzzle and swirled the tip of her tongue around his manhood, finally drawing the slick, delicious mess that she'd been so eager to taste.

Errant, quivering hips made for quite the mess as seed gushed on either side of Darma's muzzle and spilled down her cheeks. "H-hey! Watch where you're aiming that thing!" she teased, slurping a trail of white, heated yield from her jowls and doing her best to keep his rod in line with her mouth. Anytime she could manage it, she captured the tip in her lips and suckled tightly at it, wanting to keep the treasured cum for herself, even if she did love the sight of it spilling down her neck and back into her cleavage.

She had front row seats for the kind of show that she'd never been able to experience before...but she'd always been so curious about.

"S-sorry...there's so much!" he needlessly apologized, and was immediately met with a giggle as Darma dealt with every strand of his juices, until violent gushes were reduced to tiny, lazy spurts down the underside of his shaft. "You just...y-you were so good..."

Darma couldn't help wearing a smirk, at that. "Trust me, baby...I know I am," she affirmed. "And you're quite the fast learner, yourself."

Bashful, but smiling at the compliment, Rocker could feel his tail picking up and wagging from the needed praise and reassurance.

"Speaking of learning fast, though..."

Rocker perked an ear.

"Think you're ready for your next lesson? I'm gonna show you what it really means to improvise."