FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Cars flew by on the highway above the underpass, their drivers unconcerned with the world, focused on getting to work or to the store or to whatever mundane tasks they had laid out ahead of them during their scheduled days, blissfully unaware of the true significance of that underpass to so many. The underpass, constructed long ago in a time where river outflows were necessary, was now in the current day the home of several different vagrant furs, each of them coming to find the spacious abandoned canal as a safe and secure makeshift home. One such fur was Luzerne, or Luz as her friends referred to her, a mouse with the form that shows she was healthy and nimble, but could be eating better., but being on her own since she was twelve, she was used to the rough lonely life of homelessness, the now 19 year old mouse had been successful in hiding and scavenging as her kind was known to do. Luz had only planned on being out and about until she had reached 18, but over one year after that fateful birthday, and it turns out, nobody is willing to give an uneducated, ungraduated, non vaccinated vagrant much chance in this world, which she grew to accept, but she still held out hope that the world would possibly smile some fortune onto her some day, so that's why she saved up some of her change to get a cell phone, and used the one month service card to put out some job applications, although she figured it was a failure, she checked that phone every night for the past twenty three days.

"Jesus, Luz, you're still on that thing, the government is tracking that hunk of shit, they're gonna find ya soon!" Old Man Moriarty, a shall we say, eccentric tin foil hat wearing possum said to his fellow, younger rodent, shaking his old finger in judgment. "It ain't no good for ya!" Luz chuckled and looked up at the old possum, smiling. "Well, I don't wanna live down here forever so I need work, and work isn't just gonna show up." Moriarty grumbled and walked away, muttering nonsense about how the phone will insert demons into her eyes and eat her brainstem. Luz watched the rays of sunlight shining through cracks in the old underpass' walls, waiting and patiently tapping her sneaker clad foot on the ground, when the moment she had been waiting for for nearly a month finally came, as the phone's default ringtone echoed through the concrete walls, she jumped up and fumbled with the phone and struggled to hit accept with how excited her shaking hands were, and held the phone to her ear. "H-Hello you've reached Luzerne!" "Ah yes, This is Janet with Casa De La Guava, the tropic themed bar downtown?, I'm calling about a position you had interest in?" Luz's heart began to race in her grey furred chest, as she nervously gulped and did her best to maintain that professional attitude the job trainers presented at the community center. "Uh, yes! I'm very interested Ma'am" She squeaked. "Wonderful, we are in the process of opening a second location and we desperately need custodial staff to keep it up to De La Guava standards of cleanliness, would that be a position you would consider?" She was nervous, and needed a job desperately, while she did apply for Waitress, Luz was in no position to deny anything that came her way, as she blurted out. "I would be honored!" A moment of keyboard clacking was audible in the background as the recruiter sighed. "Ah, I see here you have no mailing address, or, work history, or, anything of the sort..."

Luz felt her heart drop to the floor as she debated lying, but came clean immediately. "I'm homeless ma'am, that's why I'm looking for the work..." She said, shamefully, feeling as though she had just shot down her own opportunity. "I see, we have no problems with that, but you will need a physical exam and a clean bill of health to proceed with the hiring process." Again, her heart was sinking, she was unsure how that would be possible without insurance or a home. "I've no insurance, ma'am, nor ride..." The keyboard clacking resumed as the recruiter spoke "I'm not able to help with the ride, but, I can help you with the physical, we at De La Guava believe in the utmos..." Janet continued, rambling on about company jargon, as Luz tuned it out, until she heard. "...So therefore the physical with our company approved clinic would be absolutely free of charge." Luz's heart returned as she audibly squeaked in excitement. "That sounds perfect, ma'am, oh my lord, thank you!" The recruiter went silent and Luz's phone vibrated before she spoke again. "I've just texted you the address, you will be provided a change of clothes and a shower no matter how this goes so, I would suggest being there at four o clock tomorrow afternoon, does this work for you? The mouse was ecstatic, those words meant this would be a win win, as she replied. "Absolutely!" The recruiter read off a generic thank you verbatim and then hung up, as Luz collapsed backwards into her makeshift bed of musty pillows and newspaper, she smiled, things were finally looking up, she had one long walk ahead of her, but things were looking up indeed. She fell asleep that night after a little celebration with her fellow vagrants, all except Moriarty, who was certain that the doctor was going to slice her up into little pieces for the dark lord, because that's what Doctors do.

~Twenty seven hours later~

A long walk, six miles to be exact, in the summer sun, was no fun for Luz, but the sweating and out of breath mouse arrived out front of the brick building, it was what she expected out of a corporate controlled healthcare clinic, small, clearly underfunded, and litter was strewn about the grass out front, but compared to the underpass, it was like the Ritz, which made her feel a sudden bout of disgust in herself. She was clothed in an old grey blouse that probably had not been washed since the early 2000's, a stained white camisole which was her only support for her thankfully smaller B cup breasts, denim jeans which had been 'liberated' from a laundromat only a few days ago, and black skater style flat top sneakers with an also liberated pair of white plain ankle socks, clearly not the outfit of a prospective hire, but all she had that were even relatively acceptable to wear to such a paramount event in her life. As she walked inside, the waiting room was barren, chairs were set up everywhere but not a single other fur sat in any of them, she felt both relieved that nobody would be there to judge, but also nervous because she couldn't imagine why there would be nobody else there, but still, her desperation and confidence lead her to the glass window, where an older armadillo with the fakest looking wig that the mouse had ever seen, turned her heavily makeup spotted face to glare at her, and in a monotone voice she asked "Name?" Luz smiled as professionally as she could "L-Luzerne, Ma'am." The Armadillo rapped at the keyboard and turned back again. "I'll buzz ya in...Go to the first door on your right...get showered...dress in the sweats...Wait for the doctor." She said, incredibly disinterested as she placed her fake nail against a button which audibly buzzed the door near their left, Luz walked through it, to the door she was directed to. Inside was a shower-head dangling from a metal water hose, a hanging white medical style curtain, a bar of soap, a drain, a trash can that had "OLD CLOTHES" marked on it in white spraypaint and a shelf containing a green sweater and matching sweat pants.

Needing no invitation, Luz locked the door and stripped, her dirty body bare to the shower as she removed her shoes and socks first, then the pants and finally the camisole and blouse, she felt thankful that the awful outfit didn't matter after all, as she turned the nozzle on to the shower, and let the water and bar of soap clean away weeks of dirt and grime, until she was wet, and more clean than she had been for weeks, from her now untangled long black hair, to the tips of her soft pink toes, the mouse was clean, and already felt anew. Luz dressed herself into the sweats and felt minorly uncomfortable that there were no socks, shoes, panties or bra to accompany them, but still placed her old clothes in the bin and opened the door, as she did, she was greeted by a taller, chubby yet defined wolf, clad in a labcoat with a clipboard in his hand, as he had his other hand raised in a fist, as if he were about to knock on the door she had just opened. "Oh, good afternoon Luzerne...I was just about to check on you." The wolf said, his voice a mixture of soft and clinical. "Oh, uh, well, good timing." Luz replied, shrugging her shoulders. The wolf grinned, his brown eyes darting quickly down to the mouse's bare feet on the tile floor, up to her midsection, and finally to her own grey eyes as he smiled warmly. "I'm Doctor Barbinson, but my patients usually call me just Bob." He looked like a Bob, Luz thought to herself, the wolf's beer gut, short trimmed grey head hair, and glasses gave him that style, his glaring up and down her body also gave him that creepy vibe, but he wasn't at all disgusting or ugly, he had a charm about him that Luz kind of enjoyed, she never had much in the way of father figures which helped her to develop a liking of older furs, one she had not personally gone further with, but certainly imagined. "Well, hi Bob, and you can call me Luz..." Smiling, Bob turned around and walked toward a room across the hall, Luz followed as the pair entered the room, which was simple enough, a few posters of different species body parts and functions, one of which, the largest, was of the foot, and was a large diorama of different feet of different species, it made Luz feel a bit uneasy, but as Bob shut the door and looked down at her feet again, she was able to make a connection in her mind, and smiled softly, trying her best to ignore it.

The next few minutes were filled with questions, Bob had no prior history for Luz so she had to answer a ton of random, but medically important questions, which then led to some exams, Bob had looked down her throat with a flashlight and depressor, took her weight and height, and was just sitting her down on the examination table to check her reflexes. "Alright, Luz, I'm going to tap your knees with this little mallet and if you kick, we should be all good." for the weight test. Luz felt her anxiety flaring up once again as the older wolf tapped her left leg with the mallet, sending her left bare foot swinging. "Weight test?" she whimpered. Bob watched her foot swing intently, his face becoming slightly flushed, his mustache twitched a bit as he looked up and was clearly trying his best to remain professional, this doctor was clearly not a famous one. "Yes dear, a weight test, the employer requires you be able to lift more than fifty pounds, the job's not an easy one." Luz panicked, as she knew full well, she was weak, she would be lucky to lift twenty pounds, let alone fifty, she was doomed, the job was a hopeless goal, or was it? As she blushed with her own mischievous and dark thought, she contemplated that connection she made, along with what Bob was currently doing down there, and sprung a plan into action. "Bob, sir, why do you have that poster?" Luz said, innocently pointing the diagram of feet on the wall. Bob felt himself fluster as he chuckled. "Oh err, that uhh...well you see...I uh, went to school for podiatry at first, but uh, that wasn't meant for a wolf like myself..." Bob answered, turning back to face Luz and lifting his mallet. The mouse giggled, playfully, as the doctor tapped her knee, she deliberately lifted her right foot forward and grazed the wolf's lap with her freshly cleaned sole through his lab coat and trousers smirking a bit as she did. "Is that so, why, do you enjoy them a bit too much?" Bob was at first a bit angered, as he stood up and firmly asked. "What's this about?!" Luz motioned with her hands to calm down as she spoke. "Listen, I just, really don't think I can lift fifty pounds, and I'm gonna literally die without this job Bob..." She said, semi honestly, as she placed the most puppydog baby face she could muster on, and softly clapped both of her feet together one atop the other, as she tilted her head. "Is there any way we can just forget that part?

Bob was shocked, appalled even, he had been in medical for nearly thirty-five years, and not once had a patient ever flirted with him, hell not once had he ever had time to date he was a lonely man, with a lonely life, and dedicated his time to his work and his hobbies, not taking any time to notice or persue a female, but now, here was a dainty, young mouse, posing what his search history would prove is his biggest weakness, right here in front of him, and all he has to do is check a box. "I uh...I..." He muttered, remembering what happened in his old podiatry practice, he had held a pair of female fox feet before, and his tented slacks got him fired in his first week, it took forever to find this clinic, and have this second chance, and here it was, at risk again. "So can you help me lift bob...my...paws are too sensitive to do that myself..." Luz said, knowing her doctor's weakness now, she capitalized on it, flexing her soap scented toes as she smiled invitingly. Bob gulped and sat back down in his stool, across from the smaller mouse, smiling as he scooted himself forward, sweating a bit as he smiled. "If you are certain...and can keep doctor patient confidentiality...then...I suppose we can..." He started, reaching his hands slowly outward and gripping ahold of the young mouse's feet in his older hands. "negotiate..." Luz simply sat back on the examination table and bit her lip, the feeling was new as she wasn't used to her tiny rodent feet being given attention of this sort, but needing that job, and knowing Bob was the essential signature needed, she smirked and let out a seductive tone as she spoke "Mum's the word, Doc~" Giving her toes a teasing wiggle in his hands. Any professionalism between the two ended right then, as Bob caved into his fetish, and his desire, he slowly lifted Luz's rodent feet to his face and took a long inhale through his nose, his mustache tickling her toes slightly as he admired the remnants of her feminine smell mixed with the clean perfumed soap, the four toed feet too inviting to resist as he looked dead into her soles and let his tongue fall from his mouth, wetly dragging it in a passionate lick from heel to toe on the left foot, his hand firmly caressing and rubbing over the right.

Luz let out a moan, sure this was technically bribery with a quid pro quo sprinkling, but that didn't mean having a scruffy daddy type wolf doctor licking her admittedly sensitive feet wasn't fantastic, she was dampening between her legs to the licking already, as she gripped ahold of her left breast with one hand and slipped the other down into her lended sweatpants, smiling and enjoying the ride of newfound pleasure the wolf's foot worship was bringing her, as his older and experienced tongue continued lapping and licking over both of her feet pressed together, saliva slowly dripping off her pink heels as she flexed her toes and slid the tip of her middle finger over her tiny, dampened clit. "Ahhh, that's so weird Doc but I really like it~" Luz said, panting a bit as she flexed her toes. "I'm so glad that you do, your soles are like heaven Luz..." Bob said, his face pushing into her soles as he nuzzled into them, whining and huffing heatedly as canines do, his glasses fogging up as his black trousers began to tent, his tail firmly wagging behind him. "Seems like you have some swelling Doctor..." Luz teased, motioning toward his tenting pants with her left foot. Bob groaned and nodded. "If you help me with that swelling, dearest mouse, I assure you that they will think you're the strongest member they ever hired..." As the old scruffy dog spoke those words, Luz instinctively placed her soft, bare rodent feet, now coated with saliva directly in his lap and smiled. "I do try to keep myself healthy~" She teased. Bob, still hardly believing this was all truly happening, reached down and frantically undid his belt, allowing his unsheathed and relatively average sized six inch wolf shaft to spring forward from his silky boxers, as he whimpered and smiled in excitement, a bead of pre ran down the red, veiny cock. "Wow, all this for my feet...I'm not arguing you're easier to please than my ex was..." Luz said, honestly, as she slid her saliva coated feet directly around the wolf's achingly hard red cock, smiling as she did. She had never exactly used her feet to stroke a cock before, but Luz's feet were skilled in running, soccer, and even picking things up from a distance in her spot at the underpass, stroking a daddy wolf's cock was a piece of cake.

Bob agreed, but not verbally, other than heated whines and moans, as he tightly gripped the cushion of his stool, his body quivering as his pulsing red cock was being wetly and tightly caressed between the velvety soft warm rodent soles he coveted the moment he had seen Luz, her pretty pink toes were flexing every time she brought her soles up to his tip, and relaxing when she descended them, her slit was dripping as the warm throbbing feeling echoed up from her soles up her legs to her pussy, her finger firmly gyrating over her dampened clit, her body shaking in sync with Bobs' as she smiled and stuck her tongue out. "Gonna make a mess, daddy?" She cutely groaned out, smiling at Bob. He was such a simple, easy to please man, sure she had exposed her small rodent tits and currently was tweaking her perky nipples in her free hand, and her slit was no doubt tight as a vice and dripping like a waterfall, but her feet, her god damn feet, they were rodent feet, the softest, squishiest he had ever felt, better than any porno could of portrayed, and they were eagerly sliding with a warm slapping sound against his stomach with every movement, along his pulsing cock, with movements so angelic and intentional he still believed there was a slim chance he was dreaming, as he bucked his hips forward and practically cried out "Oh my god, Luz, yes, your feet are going to make me cum!" Luz giggled, even on the cusp of orgasm, he was attempting to keep his semi clinical voice, as she smirked, having an idea and acting on it, she pressed his cock firmly against the top of her left foot with her right, and proceeded to stroke it in a faux penetrating manner, her toes and top of her foot stroking it perfectly, the streaming river of pre spurting out from his cock tip and soaking her toes, mixing with his saliva, caused her to stuff three fingers inside of herself suddenly, as the warm pulsating shaft between her no longer virgin feet sent her over the edge and she had an orgasm of her own, roughly squirting into the green pants, staining them as she bit her lip to avoid screaming in pleasure. Her quivering body made her toes flex that much tighter, and her soles kick outward, firmly grasping and roughly stroking Bob's wolf cock upward, his older sensitive cock unable to take such treatment from her divine soles. "I'M, AH, I'M CUMMING LUZ!" he announced as he gave a firm thrust in sync with her spasming feet as his knot and balls pulsated violently and sent rope after rope of warm, sticky wolf cum into the air and down onto her sweatpant covered knees, ankles, and bare, stroking feet, nearly ten full squirts of cum flying from the panting, grunting wolf's cock. "Fuuuuuccckkkk, cum all over me daddy wolf~" Luz said, moaning in sync with Bob's intense orgasm.

The pair panted, Luz's feet and legs were sopped in piping hot wolf cum, as Bob reached into his pocket and retrieved a cloth, wiping his sweaty forehead clean as he panted and smiled, his cock slowly beginning to deflate between the mouse's talented, cum spattered feet. "I tell you what Luz, you, aahhh, are the first Rodent I have ever examined that not only passed the weight test, but did better than some predators I have seen in here..." he said, coyly, checking the final box in his clipboard and smiling as he handed the cloth to Luz, She took it, and began slowly wiping her feet and ankles clean of his massive cumshot. "Thank you Bob, I do try my absolute hardest..." The two chuckled at each other for a few moments as Bob tucked his deflating cock back into his pants and Luz finished cleaning her feet, as the two were getting decent there was a knock at the door. "Doctor Barbinson, I got the laundry done." Said the monotone voice, as the armadillo entered and dropped Luz's outfit off on the table near the door. All but her shoes had been completely laundered, which helped to give a time frame to how long it had actually been, as the Armadillo left, Bob smiled at Luz and motioned to her clothes. "Well, other than your exceptional performance in the strength test, you're fit as can be and cleared to work..." Bob said, Luz, excited, stood up and leaned in, kissing the scruffy wolf right on his mustached lips, before breaking that kiss and walking to her clothes, intentionally dropping her sweats and sweatshirt as she stripped in front of him. "Ya know, Bob, that was a great test and all but, I'm going to need a steady doctor moving forward...can I keep you in my contacts...?" She asked, now completely naked as she teasingly rubbed her still residually sticky foot on top of her other and gave her rump a subtle shake. Bob smiled as he kindly replied. "Well, given you do not have insurance...and the money won't be that wonderful...I'd need other forms of payment..." He said, semi professionally as he smirked. Luz finished covering herself in her now freshly cleaned clothes and giggled. "Oh I know, and I'll be paying it all, every step of the way." She said, tapping her right foot on the ground as she did. Bob nodded and confirmed "Then I'll see you in 30 days...same time...for a followup."

As Luz left the clinic, knowing she would soon be employed and the horrors of homelessness for so many years would soon be behind her, she didn't bother to put her black sneakers back on, deciding that she would walk at least a part of the way home barefoot, these little pink feet of hers may just become an asset she hardly even knew she had, and admittedly she did very much enjoy the feeling of attention to them, maybe even someone at the underpass would massage them for her, but not Moriarty, he probably would have some form of conspiracy about how footjobs are a form of brainwashing by the CIA...