FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Computer-generated modern cartoons. While some people wished to be back in the old days of traditional animation, others didn't mind movies made with technology. After all, some films use both styles, often being quite successful.

"What are you watching, Jack?"

Sam, a bearded fellow pushing forty was looking behind his son, who lazed about on the couch in the living room, watching some kind of movie on his smartphone with headphones plugged in. Startled, the boy jumped up, accidentally dropping the phone on the ground, while the headphones stayed on his head, turning the audio back on.

"It's not a but, that's a meteor!" An anthropomorphic hamster in a fancy suit yelled, visibly annoyed. Jack chuckled at that scene.

"Aren't you a little too old for cartoons? I thought you were watching porn as normal kids do..."

"Right. In the living room. That's hilarious, dad. I need to check if the phone is okay first." The blonde young man stood up from the couch, but Sam was already bent over.

"I've got it..." he said, before dropping it again. "Ah! It shocked me! I think it's messed up, just stay back."

The boy rolled his eyes, not believing dad's single word. He picked up the phone with no effort, when suddenly a strange, blue light appeared, making crackling sounds on the screen's surface.

"Drop it, or you'll get hurt!"

"It's nothing. I think."

"Just, give me that!" Sam tried to snatch the phone from the young adult's hands, when the azure lighting grew, turning into a gigantic ball of an unknown force. Just like in an old, silly sci-fi tv show.

After a moment, it went completely dark and silent, and the phone dropped back on the ground, still playing the movie as if nothing happened.

*****

"Oh... my head..."

When Sam opened his eyes, he couldn't believe what was now seeing. Everything had pastel-like colors, completely different from what he was used to. His clothing was different as well, changed from a shirt and jeans to a pearly white suit and a fedora. His hands were also completely distinct from the usual ones.

"What's going on? Why do I have so much hair? Jack, are you there?"

He stood up, looking around the unknown, expensive-looking apartment. But it wasn't important, looking for his son. Before feeling a peculiar, rather feminine groan, he checked the other room.

"Hello? Who's there? I'm not here to harm you."

In the living room, an anthropomorphic fox moaned once more, grasping her head while trying to stand up. An animal? How was that possible? He thought, confused and suddenly anxious. With the side of his eye, he noticed another figure right next to me. Sam quickly turned to it, walking back from it.

"And who are you?" He asked, now seeing a human-like wolf, wearing the same suit just like him. After a moment he finally realized it was his reflection in a mirror. Sam eventually touched his face, now long with a big, hard nose and mouth with an impressively large set of teeth. Was that a simulation of some kind? Even Sam knew something about new technologies.

"Dad? Is that you?" The female said, looking at the wolf.

"Jack? How's that possible? And why are you a woman? Are you trying to say something to me by that?"

The fox girl looked utterly puzzled, not understanding at first what he meant.

"What? No. Maybe I'm a furry but I'm not a queer. I just can't believe it. I look exactly like Diane from the movie. And you like Mister Wolf!"

"What's a furry?" Sam squinted his eyes, not liking the sound of that even one bit.

"Nevermind." The fox approached the mirror, rubbing her chin and inspecting her own eyes closed, clearly impressed by how true to the movie it was.

"Whatever. I'm parched. We'll think about what to do next once I'll drink something. Surely the cartoon characters have some beer, right?" Sam said, getting into the kitchen, and walking towards the fridge.

"I wouldn't count on that."

Sam ignored him, looking through the contents of the cooler, realizing it didn't look vastly different from real life. Although he didn't notice any meat. He picked one of the cans with the unfamiliar brand on it, before opening it and taking, a big gulp.

Mister Wolf felt bloatedness in his stomach, patting it gently before taking another can and returning to the living room. While drinking it, he saw Diane now topless, rubbing her breasts in front of the mirror, moaning softly. Wolf spat his drink.

"What the hell are you doing, Jack? It's not the time for fooling around." Somehow he didn't see his son anymore, suddenly having other, more animalistic instincts. His mind was numb, starting to forget Jack's real name.

"It's Diane, Mister Wolf. And I just... wanted to check something." Even though Diane was forgetting her real identity, some of her original minds was still inside, creeping from the depths. The same one which commanded caressing this large, quite a heavy bosom.

"Right, Diane. Of course..." the Wolf approached the fox woman, still feeling something wasn't right. And someone was controlling his movements, making him put his hands on her bare shoulders.

"Mister Wolf. What are you doing?"

While the gentleman in a suit approached her closer, something not only unexpected but also completely humiliating happened for both parties. The soda still bloating inside his stomach had to come out somehow, making him let out a loud, powerful burp, making his mouth vibrate. With that, a foul smell escaped as well, making Diane turn her head.

"Seriously? We had such a moment together, and now this..." she sighed, disappointed in his demeanor. The Wolf gave her a rather strange, half-apolegeptic smile, not making him look any wiser.

"I'm truly sorry, Diane. I have no idea why that happened. Like some kind of demon made me do it..." he moved his hands around, trying to explain his point of view. The fox girl placed a hand on her hip, leaning her head to the side, smiling mischievously.

"Demon, huh? The same one which made you go on a thieving spree?"

"That's right. I mean, no. It's just..." Diane placed her finger on his lips, silencing him completely.

"Did you just shush me?" But he eventually stopped rambling, seeing a lack of patience in her eyes. The still-topless fox grasped both of his arms, leading them to the bedroom. She also had some inner demons that she entirely forgot about.

Still controlling his moves, Diane placed his hands on both of her spherical-shaped breasts with a rather tiny, but hardened nipple on each of them. Mister Wolf felt something familiar about it like he had a similar experience in his previous life.

They both embraced each other, locking their lips together, slowly and steadily swirling their broad, canine tongues against them, letting quiet moans out of their throats. Their instinct was now too powerful, now unable to back down from this.

She removed her skirt, just like the laced undergarments, while staring deeply into Wolf's eyes, who couldn't help and stare back at her pure figure, resembling more a marble statue than a living animal person.

Continuing the passionate kiss, Diane removed pieces of his clothing one by one, starting with his fedora and tie, slowly unbuttoning his suit and unbuckling the belt. Eventually, she pulled down everything, including a rather cute pair of boxers with red hearts on them. She couldn't help but chuckle.

"My normal pair is in the washing machine..." he said, making this lie on the spot.

The fox scoffed, pulling down his underpants, exposing his sheath and furry, quite large sack beneath it. Diane stood up and with little to no warning, pushed him hard towards the bed, forcing him to lie down.

The fox kneeled before him, creeping towards him while her breasts hung below her chest, swaying slightly. Mister Wolf took a deep breath, while something fleshy and hard poked out of its hiding spot, not throbbing with pride, forming a wide and bulky knot on the base.

Diane murmured, grasping his thick cock and taking a seat between his legs, placing her own on each side of his waist. She rubbed it and massaged it with circular motions, moving her hands up and down from the swollen knot, then back to the moist tip. Mister Wolf couldn't do anything else but stare and enjoy the moment.

Feeling that she was ready and most as well, Diane stood up and approached him closer, guiding herself on top of his cock, still grasping it with a firm grip. Staring deeply into his eyes, the fox woman groaned, letting the tip sink between the delicate petals of her flower, with a hard pearl on top of it. The woman bounced on him, making his shaft penetrate her deeper and deeper, with quickening motions. His very tip kissed the entrance of her womb repeatedly, while Diane grew ravenous with each shove, demanding more of these feral feelings.

They changed position, now her bodies even closer, every inch of them touching each other. Like two perfect halves of one heart. His shaft kept throbbing and even with slower movements, they were closer to their climax.

Then in unity, they both moaned, when Mister Wolf sprayed her tunnel with his seed, still not believing what just happened.

Mister Wolf and Diane collapsed back on the bed, relaxing and staring at each other in silence and pure, deep emotion. Eventually, his knot softened enough to be pulled back from her entrance, back to its sheath.

But suddenly, something happened with her eyes, like someone removed an invisible blindfold from them.

"Jack? Is it still you?" Sam said, still looking like Wolf.

"D-dad?"

Sam quickly stood up, panicking. He stumbled on his legs, dropping on the floor next to the bed.

"Uh, I need another drink. We'll talk later, okay? Much, much later." Sam said, before leaving the room, leaving Jack alone.

The young man now looking like a female fox, sighed. But somehow he still enjoyed it.