FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Originally published in THP's Foxes anthology, 2018. © Miles Reaver

The city swept in darkness cooled off in the rain. The gray brick buildings became a shade darker than normal and the streets lay absent of life after the clock turned ten. They didn't like the rain in the city, not like they did out in the country, free of the chemicals washing over the citizens and getting inside their fur.

Michael sat at the back of the café and scrolled through his iPad, reading the news about the environment. He didn't like the rain touching his white fur. It became matted down and ended up looking like a bad rag. Michael covered the rest of his fur with a pair of blue jeans and a red flannel shirt. He owned a large trench coat, which was now draped over the vacant chair next to him, and left to dry.

It was a slow night for the bear. He drank his second vanilla latte of the night and wasted hours of his free time in the corner street Starbucks. He had no clients in the evening, no schedules to keep, nothing at all but free time.

Bored of the environment news, he switched tabs on the website to Crime. There were many stories and all had the same ending; murder. Michael didn't work for the police, but it felt exciting imagining himself as a top dog detective, solving the real crimes of this city. For now, he was just a P.I, and it paid just enough for a one-bedroom apartment and a vanilla latte a week.

Michael caught a familiar news story. It was about an unknown murderer still at large. Bodies have been piling up all around the outskirts of the city and now there was a new murder. The bear reread the last lines of the story. The crime scene wasn't far from where the bear was sitting now. Michael frowned and scratched the top of his head with his paw. An eerie thought to think about. The murderer's identity and motive were unknown, but MO was always the same. The victim's throats were cut and the bodies were found in some kind of sexual position.

Michael shuddered. It was a bad way to go. He twisted his muzzle from side to side and grunted. The grunt turned into a sigh when Michael grabbed his Starbucks cup and found a lack of weight to it. There it went, all joy gone.

The bear didn't want to leave. Though the rain stopped an hour ago, he lacked any means to entertain himself. Michael leaned back in his chair and straightened his back. His eyes shifted towards the barista, a young wolverine in his early twenties. He wore a green employee shirt and brown pants. His paws were flat on the countertop, unmoving. A smile crawled across his muzzle like he was about to drool at any moment.

He was mind-controlled by the fox sitting at the counter; at least Michael thought it was a fox.

The fox sat on the bar-stool at the middle of the counter. His fur was black as midnight with the upper part of his muzzle colored a bright red and reaching across his head. He wore plain blue daisy dukes with the white stems still hanging from the edges of where they've been cut. His stomach was exposed. The crop top with a skull and bones logo looked slightly loose on the fox and reached only to his chest.

The fox screamed gay, and if that wasn't an indication of it, the rainbow belt around the fox's slim waist was.

Michael's eyes stayed glued to the fox and the way he made the barista drool. The fox held his cup delicately with one paw while the other flew around, making gestures.

Michael flicked his ears in their direction and leaned closer to hear them.

"...and it's absolutely awful," the fox spoke with a heavy southern drawl. "They keep me awake all night. I need my beauty sleep, it's good for my fur." The fox used his free paw and dragged if from his muzzle, down to his neck. The edges of his claws tugging at his shirt, pulling it down by the neck.

The barista all but adjusted his pants. He had no idea the fox was toying with him.

Michael grinned to himself. Foxes were as much trouble as vixens it would seem, they liked to play games.

Then, the fox caught Michael's eye. He turned to look the bear in the eyes, noticing Michael's grin. The fox studied Michael for a moment, then flashed him a grin and looked at the wolverine again.

There was a wag to the fox's tail "If only there was someone who could help little ol' me." He purred. "Why, I think I'd do _anything_to repay them."

The fox was trying and that was Michael's cue. The fox attempted to drag the bear into it, and it was working.

Michael slid his iPad back into his bag. He picked up his trench coat and took his time making it to the bar. The bear kept his gaze fixed onto the checkered flooring, his stride casual and patient. He walked past the fox, then put his bag and coat onto the bar as he positioned himself to the fox's left.

Michael gave the wolverine a sharp look. The bear gestured with his muzzle towards the end of the bar. The wolverine got the signal and excused himself before heading somewhere in the back. Michael and the fox shared a brief silence, waiting for each other to start a conversation. Michael noticed the fox's subtle glances backward and playful twists to his tail.

Michael cleared his throat and dragged his paw across the wooden bar. "I, uh, heard you've got a little problem, noisy neighbors?" He said. "I might be able to help." He played the game just like the fox wanted him to.

"Oh?" The fox turned his head slightly towards the bear but kept his gaze forward. "Ain't it rude to listen in?" The fox pressed his maw together as it grew into a smile.

"Sure," said Michael. "I'm bad like that." The bear leaned onto the bar with his left elbow.

"I wonder just how bad," the fox turned in his seat and faced the bear. Michael picked up a sweet scent, being this close. It was strong enough to be noticed. Michael found himself pushing his head closer. He wanted more of the fox's scent in his nose. He wanted the scent on himself.

"Why don't you find out?" Michel whispered. "I did say I could help."

The fox purred and readjusted himself on the bar-stool. He arched his back and let his eyes wander up and down Michael's body. The bear was a standard cut of his species. He had a fatter stomach and short shoulders, but he was tall and neatly combed.

"And just how would the big and bad bear do that?" The fox asked. "Packing heat?" He smiled at Michael. Part of Michael waited for this opportunity. He loved to show off. "Maybe," the bear answered and let the words hang there for just long enough. "I'm a detective, a P.I." Michael reached into his coat and then took out his wallet and opened it to show his license. The fox's ears perked and his eyes widened. He reached towards the bear's wallet but stopped himself from touching it. Michael let the fox admire the eye logo on his card for a moment.

"Oh, my," the fox purred and smiled. "A real detective."

The bear chuckled. "So what do you say, am I good enough to help with the neighbors?"

"Neighbors," the fox echoed and licked his muzzle. "Oh, you'll do just fine, hon."

***

Michael waited outside as the fox gathered his things, and a moment later, the two walked down Rinko Avenue. The fox introduced himself as Taylor and insisted that the bear held his arm. The streets lay abandoned, and whoever did pass them, didn't look closely at the two guys holding paws. Not far from the corner Starbucks stood a series of yellow apartment buildings that saw better days. It was a one to two-room complex that was cheap on rent and heavy on loud neighbors' marijuana smoke.

Inside, the dark gray hallway was dimly lit and smelled of heavily used foot wraps. Michael let Taylor lead the way there. They headed upstairs, maneuvered through the narrow hallways, moved past locked up bicycles and trash bags left in front of doors. The two ascended to the third floor, then went to the end of the hall. Taylor unlocked apartment 3C and walked in, letting Michael close the door.

The apartment was bigger than Michael expected. The kitchen was a fridge, oven and a series of counters in the corner of the right sidewall. The rest was the living room and bedroom combo. A blue couch was pushed to the right side wall by the windows and faced the small TV placed on the shelf. The double bed was a pull-down built into the wall. It was neatly made and covered with a pink cover. Michael observed the way the weak light let the corners of the room remain dark. The apartment smelled heavily of fox, but there was something else in the air, something poisonous. Michael could see the colorless bleach stains around the tiles where the kitchen was. A small train led all the way to the foot of the bed.

"Here we are," Taylor stood in the middle of the room, paws hidden behind his back, legs crossed.

Michael put his bag and trench coat on the kitchen counter and shoved his paws into his pockets. He looked around the room and enjoyed its silence.

"Do you have a, plan you called it, for my problem?" Taylor shifted his weight.

"Fight fire with fire," Michael's eyes dropped across Taylor's frame. He snapped his jaw together, sucking in air through his fangs. Michael liked the way the pants were tight on the fox. "This is a pretty bad part of town, you know," Michael went on. "Got to be careful when you're playing with fire."

Taylor chuckled and stepped closer to the bear. The fox kept his paws behind his back and then brought them in front of him and placed them on Michael's chest.

"Oh, I know," said Taylor. "But I feel much safer, now that you're here." He looked up to match Michael's gaze and licked his muzzle.

"How could I ever repay you?"

Michael smirked, letting his paw squeeze around Taylor's hip and then dragged the paw upwards to feel the fox's fur on Michael's paw pads.

"I'm sure you can think of something," Michael used his right paw and pressed it against Taylor's flat stomach. He pushed it downwards, slipping his fingers into the fox's jeans. Taylor wasn't wearing any underwear.

Michael watched Taylor suck in his stomach, gasping slowly before moving his hips forwards and backwards. The fox followed Michael's paw with his eyes, watching himself getting groped. Michael could spot Taylor's wagging tail and flat ears. Following Taylor's gaze, Michael felt his paw being pushed against the jeans. He felt the wet tip pushed out of Taylor's sheath and touch his own paw pads.

Taylor squeezed the bear's shoulders. "Let's move to the bed," he grinned and guided Michael a few feet to the side, then turned him slightly and pushed him onto the bed. The bear splayed across the mattress, then rose to tug at the shirt tucked into his pants. Taylor helped Michael undo the belt, and in no time, Michael sat on the bed in his underwear and a warmness growing around his sheath.

In front of the bear, Taylor kept his paws on his hips and slid them towards his groin. Michael could spot the way Taylor's cock slid out of its sheath and towards the right side. The fox ran his paws across it, then shifted his legs and showed a coy smile. He unbuttoned the daisy dukes, then lowered the zipper and tugged the flaps to the side.

Michael licked his muzzle and groped his own sheath. He could pick up the double scent of arousal filling the room.

Taylor's eyes caught Michael's paw. "Enjoying the show?" He asked.

Michael nodded. He just needed to see a little more. "Then you'll definitely enjoy your reward."

The fox pulled at his jeans. He spread his legs so that they didn't fall down right away. The resistance was sexy. With the flaps of the jeans spread, the fox's cock popped up from the side. A wide, red cock pointed upwards at the fox's stomach. Michael could see, looking closely, the way the cock visibly pulsed and grew longer out of its fuzzy covering.

"Nice to see you so excited," Michael commented, a tent growing in his own boxers.

"Oh, hun, you have no idea." The fox grinned and bent over, sliding the jeans down the rest of the way.

Taylor's balls, like the rest of his body, were dark. Michael loved the way the fox reached down to his round orbs and gave them a squeeze and tug.

Michael patted the side of the bed next to him, ushering Taylor to join him. The fox, with his bouncing erection, climbed the foot of the bed and moved above Michael's erection. The bear placed his right paw on Taylor's thigh. He was eager to grab the fox's cock and push his own erection into him. But the fox surprised him.

With a wide grin, Taylor moved further up the bear, until his thick long cock was an inch away from Michael's muzzle.

Taylor sat on the bear's chest. Michael's head darted back into the pillows. He smelled Taylor's musk and pre that formed on the tip of the fox's cock.

"How about a little taste, papa bear?" The fox whispered.

Words got stuck in Michael's throat. He stared up at Taylor with his muzzle partially open.

"Papa bear?" Michael giggled.

The fox smiled solemnly. "I grew up on a farm," he dragged a finger across Michael's muzzle. "You remind me so much of home." Then, Taylor took hold of the bear's paws and placed them on his own chest, letting Michael feel his slim but warm frame.

It wasn't a yes or no question. The fox was ready now and by rubbing Michael's head, between his ears, he was helping himself to the bear's muzzle. Taylor moved forward, pushed the tip towards Michael maw, and slid in.

Michael curved the lips of his muzzle below his fangs. His muzzle was wide, but the fox's cock was even wider. The bear opened wide and swallowed the cock.

Like Taylor's perfume, his cock tasted sweet and warm in Michael's muzzle. The bear's paws moved on their own. He groped Taylor's fuzzy chest and felt the fox breathe steady at first. Then as Michael's muzzle locked around the cock and gave the first few sucks, the fox's heart rate quickened.

Michael growled playfully, the rumble in his muzzle vibrated the tip of Taylor's cock. The fox got musky fast. The bear's paws slid down Taylor's body and held him on top of his chest, kept him from thrusting.

Taylor huffed. "Such a tease," the fox struggled against the bear's grip and eventually gave in. Taylor straightened his back and opened his muzzle to huff and moan loudly. Michael knew he was getting to the fox. He moved his muzzle back and forth, sliding his tongue across Taylor's tip when his head pulled back.

At the edge of Michael's muzzle, the bear could feel Taylor's balls squeeze and relax. He was getting the fox closer to climax and he didn't want that to happen just yet. Michael's own cock painfully pushed against the fabric of his boxers, begging for release.

Michael's maw squeezed Taylor's cock together and sucked a few more times before pulling his head back and letting the cock slip out of his muzzle.

"Satisfied?" Michael licked his muzzle. Taylor flicked his ears.

"Oh, hun," the fox reached to the tip of his cock and slid a finger across the urethra. He took a swab of pre-cum off, that stretched like a spider web, and placed the finger in his muzzle to suck. "I'm just getting started," he said, adjusting his weight. "Are you ready for the next part?"

Michael nodded. His paws moving from Taylor's thighs, they reached towards the back of the fox.

"Good." Said Taylor. "Now turn over."

Michael's ears flicked. The fox surprised him for the second time. His cock twitched at the command, but his eyes blinked quickly.

The fox giggled, placing a paw in front of his black and red muzzle.

"Oh, darlin', you didn't think I was a bottom fox, did you?" he shifted his weight on top of the bear.

"Well, I-" Michael started but Taylor laughed again. "Won't you at least try? It'll be fun. Promise." The fox licked his muzzle again and offered a smile.

Michael thought of arguments against it, but the more he could pick up Taylor's musk and see that wide cock dangle in front of him, the more that excited him. After all, how bad can it be?

"Alright," Michael agreed. "But I do you afterward."

Taylor flicked his ears at the bear. "Oh, trust me. You'll be so dead afterward, you won't know what hit you." He added a wink for effect and climbed off the bear.

Michael reached for his boxers and slid them down. He hissed as the boxers, stuck to the wet tip of his cock, tugged off. Michael couldn't help but stroke his shaft if only to relieve the pressure in his cock. He watched Taylor bend over and rummage through a drawer. Michael watched Taylor's small tail-hole on display under his tail. Michael made a circle with his fingers and slid his cock through the grip, imagining how tight the petite fox was.

Taylor returned with a long device that looked like a pump and some rope.

The fox made a circling motion with his paw. "On all fours," he said. With a groan, Michael forced himself to release his cock and shift on top of the bed. He positioned himself on his knees, and then bent down to hold himself on his forearms. The bear faced the pillows. His cock dangled below him weightlessly. He couldn't see the fox, but he could hear him move around and then felt his touch.

Michael felt the wet tip of Taylor's cock press against the back of his thigh. Then, the fox took hold of the bears cock. He didn't stroke it like Michael thought the fox would. Instead, Taylor used Michael's pre-cum and spread it across the bear's cock, then pushed it downwards and into the pump.

It wasn't a regular masturbator. It felt tight inside, but didn't feel like any particular species. The bottom of it fit tightly around the base of Michael's cock. The fox secured the pump with a strap around Michael's waist. The rope landed on the side of the bed, still wrapped up.

"There," said Taylor. "All nice and readied up."

"What is this thing?" Michael moved his hips and made his cock along with the machine swing around.

"You'll see, soon enough," Michael could imagine the fox smiling. "Now then," and then he felt Taylor's tongue under his tail.

Michael gasped. His buttocks got spread by Taylor and the wet prodding tongue slipped inside his tail hole. An inch is all it took to get Michael to moan. The pressure against the right spot was a new sensation. Taylor's tongue moved clockwise around the outside of the tail hole and Michael buried his face into the pillows. He dug into the covers with his claws.

Michael drew in a breath and then held it for a moment before exhaling between moans.

"Oh, fuck," Michael managed in a gasp. His cock no longer felt all the need for attention. This new feeling, like an itch that needed to be scratched, made him push his rear backwards into the fox's muzzle.

The bear felt Taylor's vibrating maw as the fox moaned. Then there was a series of wet squirts. Michael couldn't see but he imagined Taylor stroking himself. The fox moved his muzzle left and right, as though he was heavily kissing the bear's tail hole.

Michael's buttocks got spread again as Taylor removed his tongue from there. The bear's tail hole muscle squeezed and relaxed. With Taylor gaping it open, the fox spit into Michael's entrance.

"Fuck," Michael caught his breath. He turned his head to look at the fox positioning himself behind the man. "Where did you learn that?"

Taylor growled playfully. "I grew up on a farm," said the fox. "Could hardly get hard unless I was up in some good ass." The fox teased the tip of his cock, then released it and let it fall onto Michael's buttocks.

The bear wanted to watch, to see Taylor enter him. Michael never thought he would have such thoughts, yet here he was.

Michael felt Taylors cock slide to the side and prod at his tail hole. The bed shifted and the fox opened something with a small pop. Cold goo dripped onto Michael's tail hole. He shifted at the cold, but the sensation that followed was heated, like an itch needed to be scratched. The bear twitched his sphincter muscles, finding a gap that needed to be filled.

He felt Taylor's cock back in place, prodding into him. "You ready, papa bear?" the fox asked.

Michael grunted into the pillows and nodded. This was it. He was ready for it.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Taylor chuckled and reached below the bear's waist. The fox fiddled with the pump attached to Michael and twisted a knob.

A set of rings inside the pump gripped around Michael's cock and started to move up and down his length. The bear gasped. The pump was quick and it wasn't vibrating, it was simulating a blowjob. He pushed his hips back. The milking of Michael's cock was moderately quick, running across his entire shaft. Michael could hear Taylor giggle behind him, clearly pleased. Then a moment later as the fox's paws tightened around Michael's hips, Taylor's cock slid into the tail hole.

This was a new feeling. Michael squeezed his sphincter muscles by instinct. It prevented the fox to get in, but not to give up. Taylor tried again. The tip of the cock slid out of Michael and re-entered a second later. This time it was Michael who gave in. The cock in his tail hole kept the pressure there and slid inside inch by inch. For Michael it felt like the fox was pushing into his stomach. After a moment, Michael felt any resistance he had dropping and Taylor's wide cock fit into him perfectly.

"Oh, sweetie," the fox moaned, adjusting his weight on the bed. "You're so wonderfully tight."

Michael knew he was. The wide cock made his tail hole burn as it adjusted to the length. It wasn't just the new feeling, but the bear thought of things he wouldn't at any other time. Michael wanted the fox to move, to keep on filling him up. He was curious to see what cum inside his tail hole would feel like.

The bear issued a deep growl. "Yes, fuck me, please." He said it out loud and then buried his muzzle into the pillows. The fox moaned something in response and then moved. He pulled back, sliding his cock outwards but not all the way. The relief of pressure in Michael's tail hole felt amazing. It hurt going in, but felt great going out. The mix of two was a perfect balance. Michael was glad they had lube.

The milking pump forced Michael's hips backwards, making him simulate humping. At the same time, he pushed back onto the fox's wide cock with hunger. Taylor's thrusting was fast but gentle. The fox increased his breathing, releasing a high-pitched moan. The sound of Taylor's cock filling Michael's tail hole got louder as the lube squished together.

"Harder," Michael gripped the bed sheets with his claws. "Come on, harder." He grunted, moving his hips in a rhythm with Taylor's. The fox lowered his paws on Michael's thighs and pushed off them, slipping out.

"Lay on your belly," he said and helped the bear shift.

Either it was the position or the fact that Michael's weight pressed against the milking pump, but the blowjob simulation gripped his cock tighter. It kept up a quick pace, putting pressure on the back stripe of his cock. Michael squirmed, thrusting his hips into the bed.

The fox picked up the discarded rope and tied Michael's wrists together.

"Just relax," Taylor offered a smile and stretched the rope around the bedposts to keep Michael's arms stretched and bound. Taylor's weight pressed onto him. The fox moved Michael's legs together so that they were straight and then tied around the knees. Once done, the fox then put his own knee on each side of Michael's thighs. It kept the bear from moving them apart. Michael's rear was tight in that position. The fox on top of the bear pressed down onto Michael, using his paws to move the buttocks apart. The fox slid his cock into the bear.

Michael grit his fangs and grunted into the pillows. There was something about being pressed onto the bed with weight on top of you that just felt amazing. The movement restrictions, the cock inside Michael went deeper. The fox's length felt endless and that's when the real thing started. The bear could feel Taylor getting into position. The fox kept his paws on Michael's hips, but lifted himself up with his feet, spreading widely. Michael's legs got pinned together and then his hips as well. The fox pulled back, careful not to let the tip slide out of Michael's tail-hole and then pounded into the bear.

The first forceful thrust hurt Michael, but it was a good kind of pain that came with pleasure. He definitely wanted more of it. The bear gasped in quick successions and the fox pounded away. The fox thrusting into him, pounded Michael's own hips into the bed. In return, Michael's hips moved the milking pump, with his cock inside, at an angle. The bear breathed heavily, evolving his moans into deep cries. He moved his hips to match Taylor's thrusting and then Michael's body shook. He filled the milking pump with his cum that kept coming.

With quick movements, the fox on top of him matched Michael's grunts. Taylor's grunts turned into high cries. With the help of his paws, the fox was able to pull himself into Michael faster. His balls slapped against Michael's rear, rapidly sliding in and out of him. Then the fox on top of Michael trembled and wrapped his claws firmly around the bear's hips, sliding the paws under Michael. The fox squeezed and whined into Michel's ear. The bear felt Taylor buck into his tail hole. The fox held the pressure there for a moment, catching his breath.

This wasn't so bad, Michael saw. It felt pretty good. Now that the fun and orgasm were over, Michael felt embarrassed. To make such noises and say the things he said, especially now with Taylor still inside of him, made him glad no one witnessed it.

But the fox was right. Michael was dead tired and his eyes were too heavy to keep awake. The milking pump connected to his cock was still on, and now hurt more than gave pleasure. It might have been the only thing keeping Michael from falling asleep.

The fox slid out of the bear, leaving behind a trail of cum that dripped onto the bear's rear. The room smelled of heavy musk and cum. Michael thought it was naughty, and yet exciting, the way Taylor rubbed the tip of his cock into the bear's tail fur.

"How was that?" Taylor asked, standing somewhere behind Michael. "Not bad for your first time?"

Michael grumbled into the pillows. "Not bad," he echoed the fox. Then Michael opened his eyes, remembering what they had decided at the beginning of their night. He struggled against his restraints, but unable to get loose.

"Hey," Michael called out to the fox. "It's my turn now, right?" The bear moved his head but couldn't see behind him. There were giggles coming from somewhere behind Michael. He heard the rip of the velcro, followed by a few taps against a screen and finally a camera shutter. Michael assumed Taylor was taking pictures with his iPad. Foxes, dirty and sneaky.

"Taylor?" Michael called out, but got no answer. Instead, the radio in the far corner of the room turned on - a local pop-rock radio station. The volume increased until Michael couldn't hear Taylor moving around. Then a moment later, the bear felt a weight press onto the bed and climb over his back.

"Oh hon," Taylor giggled over Michael. The bear felt something long, cold, and sharp press against his throat. "I did say you would be dead afterward," with a free paw, Taylor wrapped a muzzle around Michael's maw. The bear struggled, but the fox easily overpowered him. "Maybe not dead just yet." Taylor kissed Michael between his ears. The bear shivered, shifting his paws and feet. "We've still got all night." Taylor tied a rag around Michael's muzzle. The bear protested, half convincing himself that it was a joke. Though, the knife didn't move from his throat. Its sharp edge drew the first bits of blood when Michael lowered his head for a second.

Taylor brought his muzzle close to Michael's ear. "I always take before and after pictures. I like to remember everyone as they were." Taylor slid his tongue over Michael's cheek. The bear could smell the strong scent of coffee from Taylor's breath, mixed with his own bits of blood, dripping from his neck.

"Now," Taylor giggled. "let me show you how big and bad I can be, detective."