FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"So, you've failed in the last 6 months to repay your debt, decided to ghost me on my phone calls, and have not found a job yet. Am I understanding that correctly?" Wisper frowned.

In front of his desk stood an otter, avoiding eye contact and poking his fingers together nervously. "Y-yes sir, that's right... b-b-but what had happened was..."

Wisper raised a hand to him. "I don't want to hear excuses. My receptionist asked you a question while you were waiting in the lobby and informed me in your exact words, that you do not have any plans for returning the money to me. Therefore, as part of our agreement, I'll decide how you'll pay me back," Wisper stated.

"W-wait, I can... I... Uh... Just give me another month a-and I can," the otter stuttered before Wisper handed him a bracelet.

"Put that on your wrist, now," the cat said sternly. Fearful, the otter hurriedly put in on his left wrist. Before he could continue his case, a blue glow overcame him, and his body felt loose. Wisper checked his watch. "I'm not planning on being late for lunch, so I'll make this quick."

The otter tilted his head confused before seeing Wisper stand up from his chair, jump over his own table, and aimed his feet for the otter's face. The ott's eyes widened and as he inhaled to gasp, he felt himself flattened to a disk under the snow leopard's black pads. "GGRGRMPH!"

"For the next six month's you'll be assigned a specific role in the receptionist area. You'll serve to greet my clients in a friendly tone. You do not have to speak, just be still for 8 hours a day."

As Wisper explained this, he rubbed his feet along the otter's body. The ott on the other hand, whimpered and whined while carrying a red blush on his face. "Oommph, rrwait, mmomph, I crran't oomph, strrray, ffmphf," cried the otter, unable to get a coherent sentence out.

Wisper stretched his legs and reworked the otter to appear more like a rug. With the otter's fur coat, it felt nice to stand on against the feline's toes. To get that squishy memory foam feeling, Wisper marched up and down, left, right, left, right, to the rhythm of his ticking clock. Each lift allowed the otter to see or breath quickly as the trampling continued. Thirty seconds in and the otter faintly murred to the sensation, unable to help himself.

When the otter was finished, rounded and soft, Wisper walked to his desk to press a button on the phone. "Gary will you come to my office please. There's a new rug that came in today and I'd like you to place it at the front entrance. I think it'll be good to add in a warm welcome to our customer visits."

"Yes sir, I'll be right up, sir," Gary responded.

Wisper walked over to the otter who whimpered once again. When the cat lifted his foot-paw, the otter blushed in front of his face, making Wisper grin. "I think you'll be more than comfortable in this position. Only 6 months and all will be forgiven."

"W-wait, 6 months?! I-I can't do..." Wisper silenced him once again but this time he stood still on top of the new otter rug. The otter wiggled slightly but felt his face sink into his own body and vanish from the surface. It still felt nervous and blushed, but the silent rug enjoyed the paws.