FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

No matter where in the universe you life, life just seems to throw a few curveballs just for the hell of it. Case in point is Talrenda Zhorna. Educated at the prestigious Kornak University and initially on the fast track at a job in the once-booming Zarklog corporation, the war had been rough on her people and her planet. The economy tanked, and jobs were lost, and all that shit just meant she wasted her time and her money. So, instead of being a big wig at a major interplanetary corporation. Talrenda's slurping zlarg noodles and hiding from the mailman. "Come on, girl, when are you getting a job?" her friend, Irkna asks through the videophone. Talrenda just lays on her bed, her four arms draped over the edges, dressed only in a t-shirt and panties, and groaning. "Just bite the laser capsule and put yourself out there. Just apply for the first thing that comes to mind." "Yeah, yeah... Talrenda says, sitting up. "Don't you worry about me, I got something... and it's pretty big. "What? Then why did you call me? Take it!" Talrenda glances downward at the crumpled paper in her hand. She unfurls it, seeing the ad printed on there. "Seeking hot bodies for dancing and other erotic arts. Excellent pay. Check your morals at the door. "I'm just worried it's not me." "Girl, you can't afford to find something that fits. You need something that pays," Irkna says. "Or you'll be out on the streets. "Yeah... maybe you're right. What the hell, I'll give it a shot." "That's it, girl. You never know... you might grow to like it. Can't know until you try, right? "Heh... right..." Talrenda steps outside of her place, dressed in a casual tank top and shorts. Making sure to lock her portal, she sighs when she sees the writhing mass of tentacles standing in the line for the bus. "Great... Jerrry..." The tentacles curl up at the sound of the name, and there comes a grunting squeak from within them. Talrenda shoves her hands into her pockets, front and back, and shrugs as she walks past him. "I don't have time for this, Jerrry. I got an interview. "Talrenda Zhorna..." the rumbling voice of the tentacled creature emerges from the depths of its indescribable form. "Hopefully not trying to snipe my job." "I sincerely doubt it," the female admits. "What, you got one lined up?" "Maybe," he says. "But I won't tell you. That's corporate espionage." "Oh fuck off with that," she snaps, passing him. "This isn't high school, you know. You don't have to be the big man on campus when we're in a recessive economy and a troubled market. "Blah blah, fancy words," he says. "But just you wait. I'll be at the top, and then you won't look down on Jerrry!" The bus teleports in, pulling up in front of the walkway. "Yeah, yeah, we'll see," Talrenda says, casually flipping her annoying neighbor the bird with one of her minor hands before stepping on the bus. Man, fuck Jerrry and his constant complaining. At least now, Talrenda is trying something... but... if he found out what this was... if she got this job... she'd never hear the end of it. Well, it's not like she's actually going to get a spot as a dancer, right?

The heavy beat of bass fills her body as she swings her hips. Her necklaces and bracelets jingle to the beat. Her pierced nipples jiggle, all six breasts undulating as she rolls her stomach, and the paint on her arms and legs glow in the dark. Her name is Singularity because when people look at her, they get sucked in. Her major arms wrap around the pole while her minor arms brush up and down her body. She glances over her shoulder, biting her lip and twerking her behind for her adoring fans. Cheers rise up from the drunken crowds, all of them seeking the exotic look of the woman from another planet. The buzzing spaceport is no stranger to women of all sorts, dancing for the delight of others, showing off the depths of depravity that could be held in the cold void of space. Fingers move down under her, between her legs, spreading the sex for all to see. She arches her back, opening her mouth, closing her eyes, and rocking, as if fucked by an invisible man behind her. With the crescendo of the song, she moans, letting the deep, throaty call fill the room, and letting the people clap and cheer just for her. She steps backstage, grabbing a towel and dabbing her forehead with it. That's when Flarko rolled up "Singularity, Singularity, there's my girl" the fish-man said, swirling around in his automatic rolling bowl. "You got my paycheck?" the dancer asks one hand on her hip. "Yeah, its in your credits right now. See?" Talrenda lifts her wrist, letting the holographic screen light up. "500 credits! But I fucked an imaginary dude tonight!" "That's the problem. It's imaginary. If you want the real money, you gotta do the real deal. I'm opening up exclusive, black card access for those willing to take it a step further. "Fuck, I don't know..." Talrenda says, rubbing her shoulder. "Think about it, but don't take too long. I only have a few openings for this next gig. I'll send you the deets, but you need to get back to me by tomorrow night." He rolled away as another dancer steps out. "Luscious Lucy, there's my girl...!"