FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

CHARACTERS*:

Damon:

Light brown Pitbull. White patch over right eye. No hairstyle. Fairly slim body with moderate muscular build.

Height: 5', 10"

Penis: 6 inches

Oni:

Black Puma. Red dreadlock style hair. Slim body with bubble butt and light muscular build.

Height: 6', 1"

Cup Size: B

Buffy (Elizabeth):

White Lion. Purple striped arms and hair in a ponytail (stretches to middle of back). Shapely body with fairly wide hips.

Height: 5', 9"

Cup Size: D

* All characters are anthropomorphic with humanoid features

CW: references to drug use and rape/sexual misconduct

CHAPTER 1

Damon woke up from a very interesting event the night before. The sunlight of noon pierced from his blinds straight into his line of sight, causing a very annoyed awakening paired with a slight hangover.

He sits up to stretch and rub his eyes. As they adjust, he reaches for his phone to check the time.

12:23pm.

The events of last night's party rush into his mind as he scrolls through his phone. Pictures of friends and fellow partygoers in his social media feed and an unfinished playlist of recommended songs.

He dreads opening up his messaging app, but feels compelled to once he sees a text from his roommate Buffy sent just an hour ago.

Hey so thnks for lettin me know last night. Can u help me with somethin wen I get home ltr?

He responds simply.

Sure.

Thoughts of Oni flood into his mind as he goes to lay back down. An international transfer student, also in her sophomore year, that he first met at a transfer day event on campus and made friends with in visits to the school gym during the semester.

At the party, he remembers catching her eye from the kitchen. She leaned against the arched exit, shyly clutching her arm and offering him a cute little smile. He greeted her from his side of the table and motioned over once Buffy and her friends moved into the living room. She had a very intriguing outfit for the night.

She wore a tube top with her country's flag plastered across the chest. Golden hoop earrings and multicolored bangles. He paid special attention to her tight, white jean shorts, which complimented her much more well than her usual gray sweats at the gym.

It gave him some thoughts he never thought he'd feel for her. In bed, he pulls down the top of his boxers to reminisce on them a little.

"I thought you said you were studying for midterms this weekend?"

"I was! But Zoe kept yapping about wanting me to 'be more social' and 'make some new friends' and how I only-"

Oni spoke so softly. Damon struggled to hear her amongst all the loud music.

"Hey, sorry uh, do you wanna head outside? it's hard to hear."

"Oh, sure!"

Heading out the front door, strolling past each building in the complex, they discussed their different classes and campus life, even their favorite foods and nostalgic music from their childhood.

Her locked lines of hair flowed in the autumn night breeze, giving him attention to the small slits in the back of her tube top, revealing the strap of her bra. Her tight shorts shined in the moonlight, greatly complimenting her round, luscious ass and revealing her incredibly toned legs.

Admiring her rich accent, bubbly personality, and cute little laugh at his jokes, he just couldn't help but go out on a limb and ask.

"Hey so, me and Buff live up on the third floor of this building. Would you wanna come up? We can chill and watch TV?"

"Oh, sure! But I will need to ride back with Zoe. I really hope she doesn't stay there too late."

"No problem. You can stay over if you need."

On the walk up the stairs, he intentionally chose to walk behind, just so he could get a better look. In bed, he begins to stroke himself on the memory of getting a slight peek of her seemingly skimpy black panties as she skipped up the stairs.

The lewd thoughts crawled back into his mind. Of him unlatching her bra strap from behind. Of him feeling her supple tits from behind as she grinded against him. Of him, unhesitant to pull her shorts down to her knees and lean her forward as he undoes his pants and teases her tight, warm pussy with his throbbing cock, making her beg to thrust it deep within her.

Upon entering the apartment. Damon quickly offered her some snacks from the cabinet and a seat on the living room couch.

"Thanks, I'll just have some water."

"No problem, I'll bring it over."

He places his and Buffy's unsold brownies wrapped in saran wrap leftover from their sale at the party in the middle rack of the fridge, grabbing two cold water bottles from the rack beneath.

He heads over to the couch with one strategically covering the indent of his erect penis through his shorts. He hands the other to Oni upon sitting down to her right.

His thoughts become fuzzy at this point as he begins to stroke his cock harder, replaying the beautiful stairs scene in his head over and over again.

Some further small talk between them led to them watching cooking videos on the living room TV, as they discussed their favorite dishes to make and eat. At some point, the conversation switched into creating playlists of personally recommended songs on each other's phones.

Damon casually brought up the idea of putting his phone number in her contacts.

"You know, I never actually gave you my number. Mind if I put it in right now?"

"Uh, sure, go for it."

"Yea, I would love for us to hang out alone some more."

"Oh, ok."

The demeanor of her voice in that moment quickly switched his mood. It became clear that she wouldn't want to eventually move to his room.

Suddenly, he stops stroking altogether. A dark thought he wanted to repress comes back to mind. In hopes of getting some more intimacy between them, he draped his arm over her shoulder to the couch cushions behind her. He spoke softer to her ear in their small talk, offering him a good side eye view of her legs and a comfortable method to cover his crotch with his other arm.

"Hey, would you, er..."

"Hmm?"

"Would you, uh... oh sorry, did you, get a text from Zoe yet?"

"No, and it's been a whole hour! I hope she didn't forget. Oh, wait no, it was her boyfriends apartment. She must be with him."

"Ah, yea"

"Would you and Buffy mind if I slept on the couch? If she doesn't reply?"

"Of course! I'll just grab some spare sheets from my room."

He knew exactly what he wanted to ask instead- if she would've wanted a brownie from a bridge. At the time, it was his last ditch effort of getting her in the mood.

Guilt got the better of him though, as he already knew that she wasn't too privy to the idea of taking weed, and was very likely unaware that it was laced in the brownies. It would be terrible of him to try and trick her.

His hand moved from behind her back as he stood to go grab some sheets for her to sleep on the couch. Once she was settled in, Damon quickly headed over to his room to take care of himself. Once he finished, he fell straight to sleep as well.

He lets himself get soft, getting up from his bed to put on some clothes. He wonders if Oni is out in the living room awake now as well. In pure convenience, there's a sudden knock at his door.

"Hey Damon, are you awake?"

"Yea, morning. What's up?"

He moves towards the door to unlock and open it. He views Oni straightening her outfit offering him his spare sheets in hand. He takes them, noticing that she has quite a concerned look on her face.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. it's Zoe. I was texting her all morning. She seems really upset. I wanna go see her back at our dorm."

"Ah shit. I hope she's fine. I'll ask Buff when she gets back."

"There's a bus that comes from here to campus right? Do you know when it leaves?"

"Oh sure, gimme a second."

Damon tosses the sheets to his bedroom floor and checks the time on his phone.

"The next one's at 12:45."

"Alright, that should be enough time. Do you have an extra towel or two for me to borrow. I could use a quick shower right now."

Him and Buffy have separate full bathrooms attached to their rooms. He looks toward his own.

"Sure! You could come in and use mine if you want."

"I'll be quick!"

She steps into the room, emptying her pockets on his dresser. Her eyes fixate towards another door.

"This door right? Are towels in there too?"

"Yeah, there. Towels are at the bottom of the dresser, though. Last drawer."

Oni turns his back to him and leans forward with her legs straight. Damon finds himself taking in the view a little too well as she rummages around.

"Does it matter which one?"

"Umm uhh, no, just take whatever. They're all clean."

"I'll take this purple one then!"

Oni drapes his towel over her shoulder and heads into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

"Alright, hopefully I can be quick too."

He sits to the side of his bed directly facing the bathroom door with his instantly hardened cock clutched in hand. As the shower starts running, he pulls his pants to his ankles.

He licks his right palm and grips his penis, stroking it furiously up and down, hoping the noise of the shower drowns the fapping.

He envisions Oni again, removing her small top and unlatching her bra, revealing her shapely torso and getting a feel for her breasts. She's looking towards the door, playfully jiggling her hips as she pulls down her tight shorts right in front of it. Her panties are left behind, and she takes time to reveal her wet, heated pussy, flinging them towards Damon, who is now in the room with her.

She beckons him to the shower stall. He grabs her by the waist from behind, making her grind lustfully against him. Clutching a bottle of soap, he squeezes it into his hands, rubs them a little, and clings her by the chest. His hands move all around her, spreading a foamy sensation throughout every bit of her he could grab.

His middle finger jams effortlessly into her pussy, making her moan and yelp with pleasure to every poke and twitch, with his other hand positioning her chin towards his snout, and silencing her with a long French kiss.

After making her leak down to her ankles, he pulls out his hand from her and uses it to slightly reposition her thighs, allowing him more comfort to prod and thrust his dick right between them. He hugs her by the torso and grabs her throat. Her screams of pleasure being are only slightly audible over the sound her ass cheeks smacking against him.

"You're a good little toy, aren't you?"

Oni struggles to get a word out.

"Mmmph, ...yes! Yes! I'm a - huh - good little toy!"

Damon does a deep chuckle as he moves her eyes towards him.

"That's right."

He smacks and grabs her right cheek and begins to lick her at the ear.

"And you want me to pound your tight little pussy, right?"

"Mhmm. Oh yes, yes!"

"Good. Now, hands on the wall!"

Oni assumes the position and sways her hips. Damon could feel himself getting close to climax as he positions his dick right on her inviting lips.

Suddenly, the shower stops.

Instinctively, Damon jolts to reality, rushing for his pants and pulls them straight to his waist. Oni soon appears from the bathroom fixing her hair into a bun.

"Hey, so, I realized just how much my clothes stink. I wouldn't want to change back into these after a shower."

Damon clears his throat.

"Oh, fair. That's fair."

"Yeah, I just washed my hair and face a little. I left your towel on the sink."

"That's fine, yeah."

"Thanks for letting me stay! I'll just go wait for the bus now. Where is it, actually?"

Damon is reluctant to stand up and give directions as he hides his boner underneath a pillow. He points toward a general direction.

"Head down the road towards the small brick building. That's the community center. The bus stops right there."

"Ok, I remember that place! Thanks again. I'll text you when I get back, ok?"

Oni gestures for a hug. Damon offers a handshake. Confused, she gives her hand.

"Um, ok? See you later, then. You should come lock the front door, though."

"Ah, it's fine, just make sure it closes. See you!"

Oni, slightly skeptical, grabs her belongings from the dresser and heads out towards the living room door. Damon pops his head out to wave goodbye. She winks with a smirk as she heads out the door. Damon is left fully relieved, but a little confused. His attention goes straight back to his crotch.

"Fuck. Alright bro, we're gonna have a serious fucking talk after I'm done with you!"

He pops back into his room and shuts the door.

Oni takes a few steps from the apartment door before noticing a familiar face coming towards her in the hallway. She waves her hand high.

"Buffy! Hi!"

Buffy comes close enough to chat, dressed with a slightly disheveled red crop top and black miniskirt. She waves back at Oni lazily, surprised that she was there at all and beginning to wonder as to why.

"Hey, Oni. How ya, how ya doing?"

"I'm fine, decided to stay here with Damon for the night."

Buffy raises her eyebrow with a half smile, assuming her hunch is confirmed as she scans her outfit.

"Well now? I'm sure you slept real well!"

"Yeah! Damon was really nice!"

"Was he now?"

"Yeah!"

Oni tried her best to sound bright and positive, hoping it would bring some light to Buffy's tired face. Quickly, she changes her tone.

"I uh... I hope you're feeling better after what happened last night."

Courtney changes her tone as well.

"Oh no, I'm fine. I've cut all contact with him. He's gone, it's just, whatever now."

"Glad to hear. Well, I need to catch the bus. See you in class!"

Oni sprints before Courtney could reply. She offers a glance to her bouncing butt down the hallway.

"Well, at least someone had fun last night."