FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Yo, are you using that?"

"Huh?" Marbo's focus was broken.

The wolf nodded towards the barbell on the bench press rack that Marbo was sitting on.

"No, no. I'm done."

The grey-furred rabbit hastily grabbed his towel and got off the bench. He had been staring at the dragon at the leg press machine, observing his scaly physique. It wasn't quite what he was looking for, though.

"You forgot your bottle!"

Marbo turned around. The wolf was holding his green water bottle in his outstretched hand.

"Whoops!" Marbo chuckled.

"It's empty. You should fill it up," the wolf smiled. "Gotta stay hydrated for the grind, yeah?"

The rabbit observed the canine's body as he nodded and took his bottle. It was empty because he wasn't at the gym to work out. His bottle and towel were merely a prop; he was here to scout, and the wolf's body was his next prospect.

He walked over to the dumbbell racks, picked up one of the dumbbells, and began doing bicep curls while studying the white-furred wolf. The canine was lying on the bench, unable to see the rabbit's intense observation of his slim yet sculpted form beneath his tight compression shirt. His pecs bulged with each press of the barbell, and the rows of abs moved with each breath he took. The gym was closing soon, so there weren't many people to catch Marbo staring. Over time, the rest of the gym-goers left, leaving just him and the wolf.

Good. He had decided on the canine for his next target anyway, so he waited patiently.

Eventually, the wolf was done with his last set of exercises. He wiped his face with his towel and looked around the empty gym.

"Oh, you're still here!" he called out to Marbo. "Wrapping up soon? Gym's closing."

"Yeap, yeap. Last set. You can wash up first."

"See ya dude!"

The wolf slung the towel over his shoulders and headed to the locker room. When he turned the corner, Marbo dropped the pretense and returned the weights to their respective racks. He counted a minute before heading to the locker room, too. The wolf was at his locker retrieving his duffle bag.

Now was the time. Marbo fished out a stopwatch from his pocket, pointed it towards the wolf, and pressed the stop button. The canine remained at his locker, but something was different. Marbo walked over to where the wolf was standing. His hands were reaching into the bag as if looking for something, but they weren't moving. In fact, the wolf was completely immobile.

"Hey," Marbo asked.

No response.

"Hey," he asked, louder this time. "You alright?"

Still no response. It meant that his stopwatch worked. Well, it had always worked, but there was one time his aim was off the mark, resulting in an embarrassing situation where he tried to look through the belongings of the person he thought was time-stopped. He had learnt his lesson since then and has always made it a point to check.

He slid his hand into the wolf's locker, pulled out the gym bag, and placed it on the bench. The wolf's hands remained where they were, reaching into the now-empty locker. Marbo dumped the contents of the bag onto the bench. There were some office clothes, so the wolf probably came here straight after work. A bottle filled with protein powder, just needed water and a good shake. Gloves for weights. A wallet. He patted the bag, making sure there weren't any location trackers hidden inside. Nothing. Marbo shoved everything back into the bag, including his own water bottle and towel. The bag was as good as his now.

The rabbit stood behind the frozen wolf and leaned against his back. He was slightly taller than the wolf, allowing him to rest his chin on the canine's broad shoulders. It felt firm and comforting. He wrapped his hands around the wolf's torso, gently stroking his supple pecs and abs.

The only sounds in the room were the rabbit's breathless huffs, contrasting with his silent partner. Marbo liked it that way. There was no pushback, no resistance: just pure submission to his advances. He slipped his hand beneath the wolf's compression shirt, feeling up his athletic form.

"Mmm, yeah." The rabbit purred.

The wolf's musk was masculine and strong, but not to the point that it was sharp and pungent. Instead, it felt like a sturdy yet unforceful scent. It smelled good. Marbo continued to explore the wolf's body with his hands, fondling his pecs and squeezing his perky nipples. The rabbit's pants were tenting as he sported an erection. He thrust forward, grinding his bulge against the bubble butt outlined by the wolf's compression pants.

Marbo could wait no longer. He slid his hands down the tight elastic of the wolf's pants, groping about until he found the canid sheath. One hand gripped the sheath, gently stroking it with slow thrusts. His other hand reached down to the wolf's nuts, giving them a gentle massage.

Despite the timestop, the wolf's manhood responded to the rabbit's touch. The rabbit continued fondling his flesh, slipping his finger into the sheath to stroke the cockhead and coax the wolf's member out. As the canine's pride emerged, Marbo began pumping it. The rabbit's efforts caused him to huff heavily, taking in more of the wolf's musky scent.

"Mmm, you like that, don't you?" he teased the unaware wolf.

Within minutes, the wolf's maleness was primed and wet. A bead of precum leaked from its tapered tip. Marbo tugged the wolf's compression pants down, freeing the canine's sceptre. Then he held the warm shaft with a firm grip. With slow movements, he worked the dick with gentle strokes. Marbo could feel his own libido rising. The rabbit rocked and thrusted his hips, grinding his erection against the wolf's firm glutes. He sped up his pumping, making sure to work his way up from the knot to the tip with each forceful jerk.

"Oh god, oh fuck."

Marbo was close, but he held back. He didn't have a change of clothes, and he didn't want to be walking around dripping his seed everywhere. The wolf, though... he'd like to see the wolf cum. The canine cock was smooth in his hands, lubricated by the precum that was leaking all over the shaft.

"Cum for me, pup."

He pulled the wolf's hips close and thrust his erection into the canine's rear valley, milking the wolf for all his worth. His fingers fondled each of the canine's nuts in turn, groping and massaging until...

A rope of spunk spewed out from the frozen canine's cock. And then another. Marbo kept pumping, forcing the wolf to shoot jet after jet of seed until only a dribble of male essence remained.

Marbo let go of the wolf's maleness, but still kept him in his embrace. As he caught his breath, he enjoyed the wolf's sweaty musk as he leaned against his neck. After a few minutes of blissful indulgence, he finally stepped back.

"You cum a lot," he grinned, staring at the thick coat of jizz on the locker doors.

Taking the wolf's towel, he wiped the wolf's mess off his hands before tossing it to the ground. The only thing left to do here was to get rid of the wolf's phone. These came with all sorts of tracking functionality, so Marbo didn't want to risk leaving it around or bringing it home. He slammed the phone against the corner of the bench, causing the front and back to split apart, spilling chips of metal and electronics everywhere. The rabbit ripped the battery out of the case, then swept everything up and tossed them into the bin. After taking the money out of the wallet, he tossed it into the trash too.

He looked at the frozen figure. The wolf's canid cock was still erect under the effects of the timestop, dripping with residual cum. Marbo tucked the stiff rod back into the wolf's compression pants where it formed a moist and musky bulge.

"Hehh, I hope you had fun, because I did."

He chuckled. The timestop meant that the wolf was completely unaware of the situation, but it didn't stop him from teasing the poor victim.

"But we're not done yet. Time to bring you back to my workshop for my next project."

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The workshop was filled with industrial equipment of all kinds, from handheld buffing tools to laser cutting machines, from airbrushers to crafting tools. In the middle of the room was a steel frame built over a circular mesh platform. The wolf's wrists and ankles were restrained in the cuffs on the metal frame, holding him spreadeagle. His expression was glazed over, completely oblivious to what was going on around him.

With a pair of scissors, Marbo carefully cut the front and shoulders of the wolf's compression shirt. The skintight lycra clung against the canine's body, held there by the static charge. The rabbit peeled the material off, revealing the wolf's sculpted chest. Marbo took a moment to admire his form. The curves of his muscles were tight, yet not to the point they were bulging with unsightly veins. His shoulders weren't too large, just broad enough for a masculine yet tender feel. Yes, this was the subject he was looking for. The ideal material.

Marbo cut away the wolf's compression pants, leaving the material nude with a still-erect member.

"Still hard, eh? We'll see about that in time."

He went over to the machine beside the frame and pressed a button. A steel rod rose from the middle of the platform. At its tip was a black silicone dildo with holes in it. As it reached the wolf's rear, Marbo guided it into the canine's pucker.

"Come on, take it all in."

The wolf's ring muscles were clenched tightly, but the smooth, lubricated silicone was more than enough to overcome it. The pole continued its upward climb, forcing the tip of the phallus into the wolf's flesh. It didn't stop there, rising until the whole dildo was seated deep inside the frozen victim.

Marbo dragged over a tube that was sticking out of the machine. He draped its length over a hook on the frame, then opened the wolf's maw and inserted the open end of the tube into it, sliding it down until there was a bulge in the canine's throat. There were two straps on the tube, which the rabbit secured around the wolf's head to keep the tube in place.

"Time to clean you out. Can't have dirty raw materials in my creations, can I?"

He pressed a button on the machine, and it whirred to life. Cleaning liquid was pumped through the tube and forced down the wolf's gullet. A strong vacuum was turned on, sucking out the waste through the holes of the dildo.

"I'm just going to leave it there for 5 minutes to make sure you're thoroughly emptied. In the meantime, I need to get the musk off you."

Marbo picked up a spraying hose and turned on the pump connected to it. A jet of soapy water shot from the tip of the hose, soaking the wolf's immobile body. The water streamed down the sculpted form, flowing through the mesh platform and into an unseen drain. The rabbit scrubbed the wolf with a hard-bristled brush until every inch of him was clean.

After all the hard work, he turned the pumps off. He dragged over multiple drum fans, positioning them around the wolf to blow-dry his fur. After that, he left the wolf in the frame to set up the next step of the project.

The timestopped canine neither resisted nor moved. In fact, all he could do was stand in his pose and stare forward blankly, completely unaware of his impending fate.

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Marbo put the wolf on a waist-high work table.

"You may be a wolf now, but soon you'll be a beautiful stallion. Let's get you ready."

He positioned the wolf on all fours with his arms reaching forward at an angle, and his legs stretching back. With the timestop, it was easy to pose the canine. Even though his current position was taxing and unstable, not a single complaint left his mouth.

The rabbit had already prepared the materials and tools needed for the project, keeping them under the table. He laid four resin cylinders on the table, each with a hollow indentation.

"Time for your hooves, stud."

He lifted the wolf's front hand and pressed it into the indentation of a cylinder. The canine's fingers slid in smoothly, curling into a fist around the central bulk of the hoof. It was a snug fit, so Marbo took it out and applied a generous coating of industrial glue into the hoof and over the wolf's hand. He slipped the hand back in, pressed it tight, and held it in place with a few long lengths of industrial tape. With a cloth, he wiped the excess glue away. Marbo repeated the process on the wolf's other hand and both his feet, rendering them smooth, shiny hooves.

"Bet you didn't think you'd be a horse by the end of the night, did you?" The rabbit chuckled. "Not that you can think at all when you're timestopped like that."

Marbo stroked the clean fur on the wolf's head, feeling its fluffy texture between his fingers. The wolf stared forward as he always did with his glassy eyes. Next to come were two pieces of mahogany wood. They were expertly carved into curved shapes with rounded ends.

"A rocking horse needs his rocker, doesn't he?"

The rabbit measured the distance between the wolf's shoulders and cut out two planks to that size with a nearby table saw. These would be the rocker spreaders. With a drill, he screwed the spreaders in place at both ends of the rockers, forming a rectangular frame supported on the curved surfaces of the rockers.

He picked up the wolf and put him on the spreaders, allowing the soon-to-be toy to rock back and forth. He let the wolf settle, coming to rest with his head lower than the rest of his body. The center of gravity was too far forward, so he moved the wolf back. Little by little, Marbo made careful adjustments until the wolf was perfectly balanced. He then took out the industrial glue and secured the hooves to the wooden spreaders. Just like the hooves, the glue would make sure the adhesion was permanent.

Marbo stepped back and looked at the wolf. The canine's muscular definition could be seen beneath harsh workshop light. His deltoid muscles, his biceps and triceps, and his pecs. His back was curved down where a saddle should be, rising again at the hips in a presenting and alluring pose.

The rabbit bit his lips. If he stood on a stool, he'd be at the proper height to unzip his pants and have a go at the wolf's rear. The only thing stopping him was the fact that he'd need to clean all the spunk from inside the wolf, which would be difficult now that he was already mounted on the frame.

"Gah."

He clenched the bulge in his pants and made a mental note to fuck his next subject before cleaning him out. In the meantime, he would take his time and enjoy transforming the wolf into a new toy.

The wolf's tail was next to be modified. The short tufts of fur made his tail fluffy, but it looked nothing like a horse's tail. Instead, Marbo took a shaver and shaved all the fur off the wolf's tail. Once it was smooth, he took a black dye meant for staining skin and painted it all over. The first coat was left to dry, then a second and third coat followed until the wolf's fifth limb was completely black.

The rabbit took out a short strip of cloth with long lengths of shiny black hair sewn into it. He wrapped it around the base of the wolf's tail and glued it in place. The dangling strands of hair were also glued onto the wolf's hairless tail, completely covering it in black. This would form the base of the stallion's tail.

A second strip of cloth with more black hair was wrapped around the base of the wolf and secured with glue. This time, the hair was allowed to hang freely, forming a thick and puffy tail. With a comb, Marbo teased out the tangles in the hair until it was smooth and silky. He marvelled at his creation.

"Your tail looks so good on you now, I can't wait to see the rest of you once I'm done."

He reached below the table and pulled out a silicone anal plug. It was huge, way thicker than the wolf's tailhole could handle, but the tapered tip and some lube would help get it in. After all, it needed to be big to properly plug up the rear. The base of the plug was a curved crescent with a gentle indentation running down its middle. This time, instead of industrial glue, Marbo picked up a tube of surgical glue and smeared a thick coating of it all over the plug.

"Deep breaths, stud."

Not that the wolf could respond as the pointed end of the dildo was pressed against his rear opening. The tip slipped in past the entrance, lubricated by the clear liquid glue. His tight muscles were spread open to accommodate the widening girth until it was more than the wolf's natural capacity.

"Take it all in, boy."

Marbo pushed harder. If the wolf was conscious and aware, he would've been painfully yelping and struggling in agony. Yet, under the potent effects of the timestop, the wolf endured the strain without resistance. Once the widest portion of the plug made it past the entrance, the stretched passage closed around the silicone, swallowing it in and hilting the base deep in the wolf.

The curved base of the plug followed the contour of the wolf's rear valley, forming a smooth rump with its middle indentation. It made his form look doll-like, hiding his obscene opening while retaining the form of his bubble butt. In a few minutes, the glue would dry, making it impossible to remove.

With one indecent anatomy covered, the rabbit began working on the next one. The wolf's manhood was still fully erect, pointed towards the ground in its full glory. That had to go, too. Marbo took a tube with a metal tunnel at its tip and smeared surgical lube all over it. With the transparent catheter in one hand, he used the other to carefully spread the wolf's cock slit open. The metal tunnel was slipped into the opening, followed by the rest of the tube.

Marbo placed the other end of the tube into a small bucket. Inch by inch, he slid the tube into the wolf until a clear liquid streamed through the tube. The end of the tube had reached the wolf's bladder, releasing the residual liquid inside. The rabbit waited until every last drop of waste was drained away. After that, he used a syringe to pump a disinfectant solution into the canine's bladder before draining it out into the bucket. He repeated the process a few more times until he was satisfied.

"We can't have your cock hanging out, can we? That's inappropriate for an elegant rocking horse like you."

He gave the red rocket a playful slap before going to the freezer to get a small bucket of ice. Water was poured into it, turning it into an icy bath. He lifted the bucket up against the wolf's crotch, submerging the warm flesh in the biting cold. The wolf didn't respond, but his member reacted immediately. The shaft contracted, reducing its sizable length by half. Marbo swirled the bucket around, making the ice cubes rub and bump against the wolf's cock and balls. Slowly but surely, the canid dick was reduced to a red pointed tip poking out of its fuzzy sheath.

Marbo took out a thick metal rod with a conical cap welded to one end. He covered it in copious amounts of surgical glue before slipping the rod down the wolf's urethra. The rod was slightly thicker than the wolf's cock slit, forcing the meat sceptre to stretch as it made its way into the canine's bladder. With the entire rod inside the wolf, the cap was touching the tip of the red rocket. The rabbit pressed the cap down, ensuring the glue inside adhered to the dick's tapered head. The cap was inserted into the sheath, and more glue was added to secure the skin over the cap like a biological chastity device.

To cover the whole setup, the rabbit took a curved metal plate and pressed it against the wolf's genitals. Its edges followed the contours of his crotch, formed a smooth, featureless bulge over the permanently sealed manhood, before merging seamlessly to the bottom of his abs. More glue secured it in place. Once the adhesive dried, the rabbit rubbed the gentle contours of the unyielding crotch plate.

"Don't worry, boy. With a null crotch, people will focus on your beautiful physique."

He gave the steel bulge a firm squeeze, feeling its cold, rigid surface against his fingers.

"It's a shame we have to hide your handsome face, but we can't have anyone recognising you."

He slipped his finger into the wolf's maw, thrusting in and out with slow, sensual movements. The canine's tongue was warm and textured, rubbing against the rabbit's skin.

"I want to fuck you so hard right now, but I need you to be clean."

The rabbit stroked the wolf's cheek wistfully, gazing into the blank eyes. The wolf's irises were a beautiful steel blue, bringing a burst of colour and energy to his lifeless eyes.

"We're almost done. Hang in there."

He brought out a horse mask from under the table. It was made of solid black latex with dark lenses for eyes. A large tube extended from inside the mask where the mouth hole was, and two thinner ones formed the nasal tubes. The rabbit put on a pair of latex gloves. With a brush, glue was painted over the wolf's face. More lubricating glue was applied over the inside of the mask and all over tubes. He carefully positioned the stiff mask over the wolf's face.

"Say goodbye to your identity as a wolf."

The canine didn't respond.

"In fact, say goodbye to your whole identity."

Marbo pushed the end of the oral tube into the wolf's mouth and the nasal tubes into his nostrils. With his gloved fingers, he pushed the tubes deeper into the canine's orifices. The tubes were thick and firm, allowing them to keep their structure as he shoved them into the wolf.

"I can almost imagine what would happen if you were conscious right now. You'd be struggling, squirming, trying to break free of your new home. Fighting your new identity as a suave steed."

The mask slid over the wolf's head, adhering snugly to his skin. The rabbit held it there for a few minutes, letting the glue dry before letting go. He looked through the dark lenses of the mask, barely making out the wolf's glazed eyes.

"But timestopped like this, you can't do anything to resist, to fight back. You're not even aware of what's going on."

Marbo took out a spray gun. It was connected by tubes to a pump and a large steel canister. Pointing the spray at the wolf's leg, he squeezed the trigger, shooting a jet of thick, black liquid on the canine's white-grey fur.

"Liquid resin. You're going to be a solid steed for me."

The wolf's fur was flattened beneath the shiny black coating as his leg was encased beneath the curing plastic. Marbo was careful to fill in the gaps between the wolf's foot and the hoof, bonding them together seamlessly. He moved on to the other leg in the same way before lifting the wolf's tail to coat his rump. The rear plug was sealed beneath the resin, bringing out the shape of the wolf's shapely butt while hiding the passage entrance between them. The canine's crotch was similarly turned into a doll-like appearance beneath the resin.

Marbo did the wolf's arms next, then his chest, shoulders, back, and abs. The black reflective surface of the resin hugged the chiselled curves of the wolf's body, emphasising his sculpted muscles. His sturdy figure forever immortalised beneath an eternal coding of resin.

Last to go was the wolf's head. The rabbit sprayed the canine's neck before moving up to the back of his head. He filled the inside of the wolf's ears with resin before encasing the rest of them in the black liquid. After that, he covered the seam between the canine's head and the equine mask, merging them into a solid piece.

He turned off the pump. The resin coating was done. The sun rising, hinting just how long the rabbit had been working on his project since abducting the wolf. He had to let the resin cure before he could paint the rocking horse, but for now, he could get some rest.

---

The paint was finally dry. Marbo had spent the next day adding subtle highlights to the black stallion's muscles and touching up the hooves. He had also painted the eye lenses with the same steel blue irises that the wolf had.

"Now for the final touches."

Marbo took out a gag bit with a head harness attached. He pressed the gag into the horse's maw and buckled its straps, holding it in place. A sleek brown leather saddle was put on the horse's back and strapped in place, too.

He took out his magical stopwatch and pointed it at the horse. He considered freeing the wolf just for a moment, then decided against it. After all, his victim had already been frozen for two days. What's another few more? He could bring the rocking horse to its new home, then savour the reaction when his victim was unfrozen.

Yes, that sounds more fun. He'd have to hold on for a bit longer, but it'd be worth the wait.

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It felt like a billion sensations were assaulting Decro's body and mind at once, with days compacted into a single second. Then he was thrown into the present with an unceremonious force into a dimly lit room. His body ached with agony.

Oww.

He was just at his gym locker, so why was he here? And where was "here", for that matter? He tried to move, only to have his entire body stinging with pins and needles. It felt like his muscles were numb from hours of not moving. Maybe even days, with how intense the stinging was. He waited for a while and tried again, but it was like his body was encased on all sides in a form-fitting shell, forcing him to be on all fours.

"Hng..." he tried to speak, only to hear a grunt escape his lips.

He could feel something large lodged in his maw, muffling his speech. He tried to push it out with his tongue, but it was stuck. A stiff material was pinning it against the bottom of his mouth. In fact, it felt like something firm was coating the inside of his throat and nostrils. It was hard to breathe.

What was going on?!

He focused on the sensations he was feeling. His rear tunnel was tormented by a searing ache. Something huge was lodged inside his passage, forcing it wider than he could take.

Damn it, damn it!

He clenched his muscles, but the intruder wouldn't budge. Even as he relaxed, it felt like his passage was sticking to the object.

Was it glued in place?

He tensed again, to no avail. If anything, he was now aware of an aching feeling in his member. Something long and unyielding was inside it, completely penetrating his unerect length. He tensed his rod, only to find completely trapped in an inescapable encasement.

What's going on?

Beyond the dark lenses, he could barely make out his surroundings. He was in a dark room filled with antique objects towering over him. Ornate furniture sat haphazardly around the room, covered in a thick blanket of dust. Random pieces of decoration, such as porcelain vases and marble statues, were scattered throughout the room.

He tried to move, only to feel a lurching feeling in his chest as his body swung forward. He was falling face-first towards the ground and he closed his eyes in fear. The impact never came. Instead, he swung back. Then forward. Then back.

He caught sight of something moving near him. A black rocking horse was rocking back and forth on its own.

Wait.

He was looking into a mirror. He was the rocking horse! Decro was utterly confused. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he couldn't even breathe properly. Had he been turned into a rocking horse? How? Fear gripped his heart and tears streamed down his face.

He heard a door opening behind him, although it was muffled, as if his ears were clogged. Someone stood in front of him and crouched down. A familiar face came into view. It was the rabbit from the gym!

"Good, you're awake," the rabbit chuckled. "You've been out for five days now."

"Grrf?"

"I bet you're desperate to find out what happened, eh? No worries, you'll figure it out. But don't take too long, though. You'll have guests to entertain very soon."

"Nfhrr!" the rocking horse protested, but the rabbit was already laughing and walking out of the room.

Gah!

This couldn't be real, right? This had to be a messed-up fever dream. He just needed to wake up. Just wake up.

Why can't he wake up?!

The door opened again. This time, two people entered the room.

"This is the haunted gallery?" said one of them.

"Pssh, it's just a bunch of dusty old stuff. The guy at the counter scammed us."

People! He couldn't see their faces, but he needed to get their attention.

"Hrrh!" He tried to speak. "Ngh hrr!"

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"The sound."

"There's no sound. That's just your imagination from all the stories--"

"Gnnngh!" the rocking horse grunted again.

"Shit, you hear that?"

"I'm sure it's a speaker or something. Calm down, man."

Decro was desperate. He leaned forward, allowing his equine form to rock back and forth.

"Oh my god, the rocking horse!"

"Probably invisible strings. Look, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation--"

"No, no. I don't get good vibes from this room. Let's get out of here."

"Ugh, fine."

The doors swung open, then there was silence again. Throughout the day, people came and left the room. Each time the rocking horse tried to get attention from the guests, it only scared them away. It eventually figured it was part of some horror attraction, but the information didn't help. It was still stuck as a wooden toy, only able to grunt while rocking back and forth.

Eventually, it gave up, no longer making noises or moving when people entered. Dust collected on its sleek, black exterior, until it eventually became another piece of inanimate furniture in the room.

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~ End ~