FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"This is screwed up," Said a blond-haired raccoon, leaning against a worn wooden desk. "You said you got this where?"

"Some garage sale." Responded a black-furred wolf, his long auburn hair tied back into a ponytail. "Sold it for cheap. Woman thought it was haunted." The wolf craned behind the old computer, hooking up cables to an equally old monitor on the desk. The raccoon wiped at some of the grime on the screen with a finger.

"You could have washed it before bringing it down here." He commented, frowning. Across the room stood a slightly overweight female lizard, her arms crossed across her chest.

"Guys, I really don't like this." She warned. She wore a black tanktop and jeans, a pentacle on a necklace around her neck. "It's making me nervous, and you know what usually happens when I get nervous."

"Your heart rate goes up, your breathing gets stronger, and you start to shake?" Quipped the raccoon, and the wolf snorted a laugh.

"Guys." Urged the woman.

"Look, Lisa. All that's going to happen is we're going to fire up this old as shit computer, probably find some really freaky porn or child pedo shit, or some bank info." Said the wolf, turning towards the lizard. "That's it. No demon's gonna pop out of the screen and eat our souls."

"Ugh. If you say so." Lisa said, turning and heading towards the stairs leading up and out of the basement. "I'm not going to stand around and look at child porn with you guys. Bye." She snorted and pushed the door open, heading out into the chill October evening. With a shrug the wolf finished setting up the computer and sat down.

"Let's see what's on this bad boy." He said, poking the power button. The computer hummed to life, as noisy as could be.

"Jesus that thing is loud." The raccoon said, frowning. "Gotta get some new fans for it or something.

"I ain't keepin' this thing." Said the wolf as the Windows 2000 logo flashed on the screen. "I just got it for the power supply and hard disks, remember?"

"Right. Well, let's see what's on it before wiping it." The raccoon drug a chair over from one end of the basement, sitting next to the wolf. The desktop was a pale blue, normal except for the lack of normal desktop icons. In their place was a single file marked 'FORA4DD1FRUMFOXXY.avi'.

"What the fuck's that?" Said the wolf, bringing the mouse pointer to bear on it.

"Check it out, bet it's porn." The raccoon said, a lusty grin on his face. "From someone named 'Foxxy'. Hot." The wolf clicked on it, and the drive access light flickered.

Nothing happened, and the light turned off after a few moments.

"Well, that's a hell of a letdown." The raccoon sighed, slumping a little.

"It's a really old computer, dude. Probably some corrupted file or so-" The wolf was cut off by the screen suddenly going black, with only a blinking cursor at the top left.

"System prompt!" Said the raccoon, suddenly leaning forward. He pointed at the screen. "I know this, type C:!" The wolf typed, but nothing happened.

"Thing's probably frozen." Commented the wolf. But the second he finished speaking, a line of text began writing itself along the screen.

start :\>videos\FORA4DD1FRUMFOXXY.avi

"Well, I guess there's input lag." The raccoon said, shrugging.

"I didn't type that, dude." Said the wolf, his voice trembling.

"What?"

"Logan, I didn't type that." The two sat in silence as the cursor blinked on the screen. As they watched it, the text suddenly disappeared, and a window popped up. A horrible screeching noise burst from the speakers, sending the wolf and raccoon scrambling to push the power button on the speakers. The sound died after they pressed it, but the two of them remained standing, staring at the blank video file. The counter read 0:00/60:00.

"An hour long video file?" Said the wolf.

"Jesus Christ. Let it play, I'm curious now." The raccoon ordered. The wolf hit enter, and the file began playing. A young avian girl sat in a chair in what appeared to be a little girl's room, all pink and princesses. She appeared to be reading something, smiling and laughing as she moved the mouse and typed.

"See," The raccoon laughed, pointing. "I told you. Porn. Someone just wrote a script so they could watch hands-free, and something glitched.

"Yeah, I guess." Said the wolf, sitting. The girl continued typing and laughing, before her beak opened in speech. The wolf leaned forward and pressed the button on the speakers.

"-nd I gotta go to bed." The avian said, in a thick German accent. "Goodnight, A4DD1-chan!" She clicked, and the video ended.

"That was really fucking lame." Grumbled the wolf. "At least show ti-" He stopped as the video began again, the same avian child. She wore a blue t-shirt, and looked tired.

"Good morning, A4DD1-chan." She said, typing. She paused, then spoke as she typed. "I'm good." Another pause, more typing. "Yes, I did."

"Is she saying what she's typing?" Asked the raccoon.

"Yes, she is. Alright." She clicked again, and the video stopped. After a moment it started again though, revealing the avian nude in the chair, slightly scooted back. She looked exhausted, and read slowly. After reading, she bent forward and rustled under the desk.

"Okay, yeah, into the porn now." Both the raccoon and wolf unzipped their pants, members in hand. But their expression changed from lust to fear as the avian produced a saw.

"Wh-What the fuck?" Said the wolf, his voice trembling. The girl stared at the monitor in front of her with an expressionless face, and the raccon pressed the power button on the computer. Nothing happened. The avian read as she held the saw loosely, and a soft pattern of lights played across her face. She lifted the saw, expression remaining the same, and showed it to the camera before placing the jagged blade to her cheek.

"Oh fuck no..." whimpered the wolf, pressing the power button on both the monitor and the computer. Nothing happened. "No, no, no..." Slowly the avian began slicing into her own flesh, drawing the implement up and down as the sound of ripping flesh came over the speakers. Both the raccoon and wolf stared in abject horror as she continued cutting, blood streaming down her face in a torrent. After what seemed like an eternity a terrible grinding sound came over the speakers, and she took both hands to the saw. Her eyes flicked as if reading again, and she withdrew the saw from the wound. It gushed blood, flowing down her chest in a crimson torrent. Suddenly she began screaming, and there came a pounding at the door in the back of the shot. The door rattled, but did not open. The girl, still screaming, read more then pressed the saw to her shoulder. Back and forth she drew, more blood gushing as she cut. Hunks of meat stuck to the vicious teeth of the saw, and as the saw drew deeper, the grinding sound started again.

Moments passed, and suddenly the avian's arm fell off with a loud thump. She brought the saw to her neck, and as she cut began to quietly intone words, words she should not be able to speak as the teeth bit into her throat. In a sudden flurry of movement the wolf leapt upon the raccoon, tearing at his chest with his nails and ripping his shirt off. The raccoon bit at the wolf's throat, drawing blood as the two of them fought. A chair broke in the struggle, and the wolf brought an iron support of the chair to bear. He stabbed with it, catching the raccoon in the temple and driving the rod through with inhuman force. As the wolf stood, throat gushing blood and body trembling, he intoned the same words as the girl, now slumped over her keyboard. Up the stairs he went, trailing blood behind him as he searched through his house for a video camera, returning and filming the raccoon's still-twitching body before setting the camera on the desk, facing the only remaining chair.

He fetched a saw from the garage.

"Hello, A4DD1-chan." He muttered, before following the girl's lead.