FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"This place is seething!" Em thought to herself, the sweltering desert was harder to traverse than the Braixen initially anticipated. The heat was unbearable, even for her species. The sweat rolled between her newfound breasts, drenching her thin layer of clothes. Scouring the sandy wasteland for any sign of civilisation to take refuge in, the Braixen was reaching her breaking point, her mouth was all but dry, her stomach was rumbling, demanding some form of sustenance and her head was pounding profusely.

After what seemed like hours of continuous wandering through the blazing desert she could make out what looked like a building in the distance, which split into multiple buildings. Em beamed at the sight, feeling reassured that she would be filled up and well-rested before continuing her journey through the desert.

The town looked abandoned at first, the houses looked like they had been vacant for years, public buildings were dark and the doors locked tight. Em was especially disappointed at the lack of pokèmon to help pamper the exhausted Braixen. Em huffed, continuously trying the locks on each house, attempting to find anyone to help her. No tricks. No devouring.

Em huffed, defeatist, all her attempts so far resulted in failure. She contemplated skipping town and hopefully finding another town somewhere up the road. Until she heard some footsteps left of her. At first glance, the source of said prints couldn't be seen from the thick dust of a recent sandstorm.

Em squinted in an attempt to get a better look at her new guest. She managed to make out a figure slowly approaching her from the dust. She squinted to get a better view, she faintly recognised the fluffy mane and bushy tail of a Flareon.

"So are you the one who's been making all that racket?" He asked, in a heavy accent, emerging from the dust.

"Uh, I was being that loud?" Em bewilderedly responded. The Flareon nodded smirking.

"You rrreally rrreally think that bangin' on those doors and aggressively trying them locks is being 'stealthy'? Denny make me laugh lassie!" The Flareon howled, extending a finger towards Em in a mocking demeanour.

"You done?"

"Aye aye. What is it then hen?"

"Any food at all? Water? I've been out here for what feels like hours."

"You've stumbled upon me at the wrong time lass, I've just finished all my food not that long ago, an I'm no fond of sharing my bottle with some random lassie. No matter how attractive you may be!"

"Well..." Em clicked her tongue, swiftly forcing the Flareon against the wall of a nearby house.

"How about you add to my 'attractive' body if you find it such a pleasure to look at?" She invited, flashing her maw, the last of her salvia in webs, using the tip of her tongue to briefly lick the Flareon.

"You-Your a psycho, get your filthy tongue away from me ya wee bitch!" The Flareon spat, fruitlessly attempting to free himself from Em's grasp of steel.

"How about I get a better taste?" Em giggled, snaking her tongue to lick the unnerved Flareon, thoroughly licking the tuft on his head, savouring the fluffy texture and spicy flavour.

"Mmmmm~" Em revealed, giving the Flareon a dubious look, her tongue slithering back into her maw.

"Of course, the only Pokemon I find in this ghost town has tae be some crazy bitch who wants to eat me!" He exclaimed, paralysed in fear.

"Well perhaps you shouldn't have eaten all that food!" Em poked the Flareon's belly teasingly. "Because you're now my meal~."

"Listen I'm sorry I didn't pack extra food for an occasion like this okay? There's an inn not 30 mins away from here, just p-p-please don't eat me." He begged, shuddering at the Braixen's impulses.

"No, your not. You just want to evade becoming fox pudge, dog boy." Em countered, a single whimper escaping the Flareon in response.

"And we won't be needing this!" Em cooed, sliding a burgundy backpack off the Flareon's shoulders, creating a loud THUD on the dusty floor.

Em readied herself, wielding her stick, and focusing her power on levitating her prey into the air. Slowly opening her maw, small drops of saliva leaked through her teeth, dripping onto the parched ground below, tilting the Flareon so he would go down head first, allowing Em to get an extended taste of his tail which looked like it was fresh off a candy floss stall, prepared just for her, presented with an extra treat! The Flareon who dawned said tail.

She got to work, slowly lowering the Flareon into her maw, breaching the thin webs of saliva as he slowly made his down at a pace that his courteous predator set for him. Em loved the spicy taste of her prey, it reminded her of that lovely spicy soup that her father would always make for her whenever possible, but the best was still to come, the sweet sensation of that was about to arrive in the form of his tail.

The poor Braixen was an unfortunate child, As a young Fennekin, she was never taken to such wondrous places as a funfair by her captors at the orphanage. She only experienced such a sweet pleasure in rare, bitesize quantities, always hungry for more, the way it tasted, the way it melted and malted in her mouth and the way her saliva would dampen and even sweeten the taste, it would always have the young Fennekin pleading for even one more ounce of such sweet goodness and now, all that goodness was there, in a colossal quantity and it was all for her!

The tail's texture was exactly what she was hoping for, it melted and malted in her mouth, the last of the saliva that resided within her mouth helped dampen and improve the flavour, oh the flavour! It brings back nostalgic memories, the flavour itself seemed very reminiscent of Figy flavoured candy floss, her favourite flavour, spice, satisfied her taste buds letting the tail slide in at a halting rate, to allow the vixen to enjoy the fluffy goodness before it disappeared into her gut.

ULP! Em swallowed, banishing the Flareon to a one-way trip to her hips, quickly swelling the vixen's belly. "Aaahhh~ Such a nostalgic meal, I feel like a young Fennekin again!" She gleed, victoriously patting her belly, beginning to break down the Flareon that entered its acidic caverns.

"Now, let's see what you've been hiding from me..." Em announced, plopping the burgundy bag on her lap. ZIIIIIIIIIP! The contents within the bag revealed themselves to the curious Braixen, intrigued by what she found. Bottles of water, Extra rations of food, A journal and a map of the island. Em listed, petting the head of her melting prey, studying the map.

"You weren't kidding! There is an inn around here. Should be the perfect place to let you digest in peace..." She teased, petting her belly. Groaaaaaan

Em twisted the cap on the water bottle, popping off with little resistance. Just some water to wash down the fire type! Em beamed, swirling the water in the bottle, pressing her maw on the tip of the bottle, tilting it so the liquid could flow down her maw.

Glug, glug, glug, glug... Aaaaahhhhh~

Em stood up, stowing a bottle in her bag, smacking her stomach, fat rippling from the slap, slowly dispersing. "Don't you go digesting on me now, I want to be in a nice, private place where you can melt for me~" she cooed, following the path out of the ghost town.

....

Guurgle, Churn, Slosh! Em's stomach was waiting for such a large meal, she was scrounging for berries and other foods for months. It was the first one in months, a seasoned meal, slowly breaking the Flareon with its searing acids.

The sunset on the desert leaves a desolate and cool wasteland. Em saw a light in the distance, her ears picking up conversation, laughter and fun, piercing the silence that she had gotten used to.

"Hear that? It sounds like an inn!" Em giddily remarked, kicking into a sprint towards the light, her belly jiggled as the distant light got brighter.

"Just you this evening ma'am?" A Houndour asked bowing curtly, dressed in a dapper tuxedo, black bags protruding from beneath his eyes after a long day of work.

"Yep, Just me myself and I!" Em responded, laying a number of crisp paper notes on the counter.

The Houndour gazed at Em's belly, observing it digest her prey trapped inside. "What about whoever is in there? Are you sure you're not trying to scam us by sneaking in another pokèmon by devouring them?" He quipped, skillfully removing a key from its hook behind him, eyes glued on his patron, hesitantly placing the keys on the counter.

"I wouldn't pull a fast one on you like that. It's been forever since I've had such a filling meal and I'm not one to let my meals go so easily, I find some things better when they're repurposed as fox fat" Em petted the digesting Flareon, secreting saliva as she gushed.

"Ma'am, you're drooling." The Houndour informed Em, who quickly snapped back to reality clamping her jaw shut, feeling saliva spurt around her mouth.

"I apologise, as I've stated it's been a while since I've enjoyed such a filling meal" Em sighed, grabbing the recently placed key. "Anyway, I'll be heading up to finish digesting this meal, later!"

"Thank you for your patronage, Ma'am! Have a good night!" The Houndour recited to perfection, sliding the notes into the till below.

....

Em lit the candles next to the bathtub with her stick, giving off a calm blue glow, and filling the room with a sweet aroma. The vixen climbed into the bathtub filled with cold water, cooling off her seething body, and dissolving the sand that previously covered her body.

"Ah, finally some time to kick back and enjoy you, thank you so much for being so patient, your resilience is much to be desired." Em hummed, closing her eyes and focusing on her meal, squirming within her, thrashing diligently during its last moments of 'freedom'.

"Is that some resistance I feel? I'm sorry to reveal this to you dude but... you were mine the second you entered my sight." Em lightly chuckled, the resistance suddenly concluded leaving minutes of silence.

"O-oh fuck!" Em exclaimed, freezing as the pressure within her stomach dislodged itself, feeling a pocket of air force itself up Em's throat, instead of covering her mouth for the upcoming rush of air, she forced her hands on her pudgy stomach, Em felt the gust on the back of her mouth she palpitated for a brief period before-

Uraaaaaaaaaaaaaap! The belch held in the air for a couple of seconds after she let it loose before petering out. "If that means anything that means your fox pudge now, dog boy. Shame, I kinda liked you..." she rubbed her belly idly. "Reminded me of what life could've been if I didn't..." Em stopped for a second Talking to yourself again Em! What if someone hears this?! She chided herself in her inner monologuing. "Whatever" She dismissively snapped "I'll be looking forward to seeing what part of me you've decided to stay in~"

....

Aaaaahhhh hm? Em yawned, opening the curtains next to her bed "Morning came quickly, let's see our results from my meal yesterday shall we?"

Em strutted towards the mirror, she knew without even bothering to peek that the Flareon had decided where he'd reside, her thighs and rear were obviously double than what they were previously, and the Flareon slurry was exclusively delivered to Em's springy hips.

Em looked down, entranced by her new enlarged rear it came out what she perceived as perfection. Her left hand moved on its own volition smacking the respective cheek, attempting to assess how much the Flareon engorged her beautiful new ass.

"Not bad Em" She appraised, ignoring the scolding she gave herself last night for talking to herself.

"Not bad at all..."