FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The darkened room wafts with the vapors of incense and other relaxing smokes. In the corner, a small band of masked figures strum a tune on acoustic guitars. Servers of all shapes and sizes walk along the club, their faces similarly concealed, but the only thing they wear are tight black briefs covering the smallest of shame.

Uma slides behind Arya, holding onto the snake's emerald dress. "Are you really sure this is a good idea?"

"Yeah," Arya says, slithering her way forward. She keeps herself alert, glancing around to the hidden figures who sit on stuffed couches, necking and fondling over fur and scales. Many are so engrossed in themselves that they pay the large serpent no notice. Some, however, stop and smile with smirking lips or hungry eyes. Before she knows it, though, Arya is standing in the middle of the room, with a circle of socialites barring her way. She turns back, calling out to Uma, but standing before her are two large, bare breasts. She yelps and hops back, taking in the owner of the prodigious chest.

The woman is tall, large, but not unpleasant. Her bright green scales seem to light up the dimly lit room, and through a domino mask, her crimson eyes seem to laugh at Arya. She drapes her arms over two shorter felines, both of them with lithe builds, twin black cats, perhaps?

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," the woman says. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

"Where's Uma?" Arya hisses.

"Right over there," the host responds, lifting her strong arm and pointing on over toward the bar. There, Uma sits down, chatting up with the equine bartender.

Arya blinks a moment and shakes her head. "She was... right behind me, though... nervous, scared... wait, where's Mauru-"

The lizard's finger presses against Arya's mouth, and the woman tuts her before responding. "No names for members, dear. But our canine friends have filled me in on your plight. You can call me "Komodo." If you wish to discuss how we're going to help you two out, you can follow the cats to the back.

Both of the hangers-on detach from the leader and slink on over toward Arya. She doesn't protest as they lace their fingers in sync to hers. Something in her mind tells her that she should be worried--that she's far too calm about this, that Uma got comfortable far too quickly, but another part of her mind puts her at ease by telling her not to worry. Mauruvius is her friend. He told her to come here, after all. She should just relax and let the cats take her to the back.

As she's pulled away, she looks back to the towering woman once ore and wonders... was she just thinking those words, or did she hear Komodo say them to her?

Past the main club, the building extends to private rooms galore. Some doors are locked up tight, while others are open wide. When Arya glances at one or another, she sees scenes of lovers, coiled in tender embraces, or masked men or women indulging in perversions. Yet, she's the only one who flinches at the sight or description. Neither of her guides seem phased with the sights and sounds, but instead keep on their way to her room. When they open the door, they lead her in, and she does not fight against it.

Fantastic pieces of art and extravagant colors decorate the room, which holds a nice bed on one side, and a long sofa on the other. Sitting there, lounging about and decidedly more dressed than their counterparts in loose-fitting robes, are the two Mïttehalle siblings. Each of them hold a glass of bubbly libation and smile through their masks at her presence.

"See, sister," Mauruvius says. "I told you that she would be here. A stunning beauty and brilliant mind like Arya's is not one to miss on such an opportunity."

Arya slithers over toward the wall, inspecting the scene of nude aquatic figures embroiled in embraces. "That's right," she says, quickly, noticing the reflection of the dog in a shell design.

He stands up and walks on past her, kneeling down to a little cooler. Her tail recoils at the frigid air, but the temperature returns to normal when he closes it, standing up with a simple sundae in his hands.

"Perhaps you'd like to sit down and relax as I discuss some..." he pauses "organizational duties."

"No, thanks." She says, turning toward him now, making sure to look down on him, but just standing a little bit taller. "I already told you I wasn't interested in clubhouse membership, just your help."

"Ah yes..." he says, scooping a bit of the ice cream with the spoon. "You want to get past the business to the meat of the matter or, rather, the creamy filling?"

"Sorry, I just ate," she said. "I've had my fill of meat for the evening." She slithers past him, apparently to inspect the other side of the room.

Mauruvius reaches out, grabbing her wrist, but not turning around. "I know the game you're playing, Miss Arya. I just want you to know that I've already won."

"I'm not here to play games, I'm afraid," she says, slipping out of his grasp with a tug. "I'm here to get help for my friend."

"I'll see to it she's helped out to the best degree," he says, nodding to his sister.

Mia smirks and slips up, letting her robe fall over her shoulders, exposing the same revealing outfit as the other members of the group. "I'm sure I can make sure she's well taken care of."

As she slips out of the room, Mauruvius scoops the ice cream once more and lifts the spoon towards Arya. "Now that we're alone, perhaps I could be more candid with you."

"If you want," she says, eying up the treat in the spoon. "But it won't help you."

"Of course, because I've already gotten what I wanted. You're here, after all, and that's all you need. Not all I want, certainly, but all I need."