FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Jana had just gotten out of the shower when she heard the doorbell ring, and still damp she tied a towel around her chest and waist and scurried to the door with bouncy footsteps. A lioness, her fur was somewhat trim, but she still spent a good amount of time grooming herself every morning. Not to mention she was growing her hair out again, and that required some brushing and stroking. So she figured she could answer the door, see what was up, and then go about the important process of proper drying. She peeked through the peephole, and her tail wagged slightly at who she saw it was. She opened the door slowly, and peeked out. "Good morning Jean."

"Good morning, JJ." Jean had been her mailhorse for the past three years or so, and being the friendly lioness she was, she had developed a cordial relationship with him. She smiled warmly, and when he offered her a large box, wrapped in brown paper and topped with a plain black bow at the top, she took it with the hand that wasn't holding up her towel.

"I didn't order anything," she said softly, looking the box over.

Jean tapped the name and address on the top of the box, which was indeed hers. She lifted the box, shook it slightly, then noticed writing across the side. "What does frah-jee-lay mean?"

"It's fragile, and it means stop shaking the box." When Jana didn't, Jean placed a hand on it and pulled it level. "If you cared to look over the box, you'd see it says Live Contents."

"How can I look it over if you won't let me shake it?"

"Just sign for it, I have a lot of deliveries to make." The horse offered her a clipboard, exchanging it for the box. Instead of surrendering her quarry, she carelessly put it under her arm and scribbled her name on the line with the X. When Jean said goodbye, and she closed the door, she looked passively to the box, before throwing it onto her couch. She needed to take care of her fur first.

And an hour and a half later, when her blonde fur was properly groomed and stroked and her hair was straight and combed, and she had dressed in a pair of red denim cut off shorts and a white T-shirt that was a few sizes too large, she went onto the couch to watch the television, and suddenly remembered the box. She had almost squished it under her ample posterior, having jumped over the back to plop on the front cushion. She settled rather comfortably on the couch, and looking to her side. Casually she picked the box up and plopped it in her lap. Flicking one of her long claws out of the sheath of her forefinger, she placed it down on the box and slowly dragged it across the taped top. Wiggling her claws into the box's flaps, she pulled it open, and looked down into the box.

At first she believed the box was empty. There was only one Styrofoam shell in the emptiness of the box, and she was going to throw the box aside out of disinterest, when her sharp eyes took better focus on the contents. And she saw the little piece of white Styrofoam shiver, shift, a little brown eye peek up at her and then scrunch back into a tight ball. Jana turned the box on its side, at an angle. The little white mass tumbled, head over tail, out of the box and came to rest in Jana's outstretched palm. She was quick to bring it up to her muzzle and give it a soft sniff. It shivered, squeaking pathetically, until she brought it away from her maw and just looked at it. The little white mass gathered itself, and stood up in her paw, taking a few moments to find a proper footing in the ever shifting warmth of the center pad. "G-good evening Mrs. Hill. I am Serial Number RT53929163, here to serve at your beck and call."

Jana blinked once softly, cocking her head to the side, ears twitching. "I'm not Mrs. Hill. I'm Jana Hall. Honestly, if I get one more piece of mail for that bitch across town...stupid fucking post office. Is Jean illiterate or something?"

Jana happened to look down to the micro she was still holding, and watched as he curled into a tiny ball yet again. Jana sighed, and reached forward. Turning her hand to the side, she plopped the little creature down on the coffee table. He landed with a dull thud, and quickly curled into a tight ball of shivering white fur. He was an arctic fox by the look of him, and the scent. She cocked her head again, focusing on him, and shrugged. What interest she might have had for the micro quickly faded, and she retrieved the box. A moment after reading the phone number on the side, she picked up the phone from a side table and typed in the number.

"Hello...yes, my name is Jana Hall. I received one of your micros in the mail by mistake...yes... 20 Old Baker Street... thank you." She hung up the phone, and looked down to the little ball of white fur that was still shivering on the coffee table. As he had in the box, the micro fox occasionally peeked up at Jana, but when she looked back he hid his head under his arms, as if expecting a strike. "I'm not going to hurt you," she said, puzzled, but that didn't seem to relax the micro at all. She leaned closer.

His fur was mostly white, but there were spots of filths and grim here and there that made him look spotted. His eyes were dark, maybe brown, though Jana couldn't really tell. "Seriously, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. Do you want something to eat while we wait for the pick up? I might have something that would interest you."

The little fox looked up to Jana, and rubbed his stomach slowly. He gave a stiff nod, and Jana reached down to pick him up. A pitiful scream escaped the micro's lips, and when she moved her hand aside to look at him, he had returned to the tight ball. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" she shouted.

"I'm sorry!" the albino fox said quickly. "I...I'm so sorry. Please mistress, forgive me. I'm so sorry."

Jana sighed, and shook her head. "Look, I'm not going to hurt you, alright? I promise. Seriously, what is wrong with you?"

She watched the micro, expecting a response, but all that seemed to come from it were teary whimpers. She growled vocally, and instead of trying to reach for the micro again, she simply got up. She headed into the kitchen, where she filled a large, shallow bowl with warm water and took a bag of chips off the refrigerator's roof. Walking back into the living room, she saw that the micro was still shivering on the coffee table, but at the least wasn't curled tight into a little ball anymore. Sitting down before him, she set the bowl down, and ripped open the bag of chips with her teeth. Taking a lone chip out, she offered it to the micro, who took it slowly. "There, see? I'm not going to hurt you, really. You haven't got to be so jumpy."

The micro nibbled slowly on the edge of the chip, tilting his head to swallow, and then rubbing his thin stomach to help him digest the alien food. Even beneath the fur, it was clear he was unusually skinny. "Th-they said to scream. That Mrs. Hill wanted a screamer. That's why I was sent. I...I s-scream a lot...I'm so sorry..."

Jana stared, puzzled. "Why would you scream? I'm not going to hurt you."

"I'm sorry ma'am," the micro whimpered.

"Look, would you stop saying that?" Jana sighed. "Really...what is going on?"

"...I..Ma'am...I'm..."

"Alright, this isn't going anywhere...just...do you want to wash up?" She gestured to the bowl of water that was sitting on the table beside them. The micro fox stared at the bowl, but made no gesture to get into it. "Seriously, you're filthy."

Perhaps the micro did want to clean himself or perhaps he took that comment as something of an order, because putting his little hands on the rim of the bowl, he hoisted himself up into it. He landed with a loud splash, though the water was shallow enough that he could stand, and it would only come up to his hips. Jana took momentary interest in the little white micro. It was...it was strange to see such a perfectly formed creature, formed the same as she was, only miniscule by comparison. The micro occasionally looked up to her, then back down, and did his best to ignore the looming crimson gaze of the great lioness. He shivered each time she exhaled, and rippled the water. Once, he became so nervous he slipped and landed on his rump with a large splash, and was slow to get up while she stared.

"Sorry," she said lowly, then reclined back on the sofa. "My name is Jana, by the way."

The micro turned to her, and swallowed. "I am Serial Number RT53929163, here to serve your beck and call."

"Right...that's a bit hard to say. I'll just call you R.T., alright?"

"If that is your wish, ma'am," the micro said lowly, now turning his back and cleaning his fur. The water in the bowl had quickly darkened with grim and muck and tangled blobs of fur.

"Jeez, did they ever let you bathe?" Jana muttered.

"N-no...ma'am. We...no..."

Jana's ear twitched slowly. She rested down on her knees a bit heavier, leaning forward, looming over the micro. She seemed oblivious of how uncomfortable he was, of how he shivered and groaned and kept looking up to her before looking forward again. He only saw a looming giant, not the twitch of emotion that was present in her eyes. It was a confusing emotion, for both the watched and the watcher, but it was there none the less.

When R.T. was finished and the water was mucky and dark, Jana scooped a finger into the bowl and pulled him out. She shook him slightly to free him of the excess moisture, but his fur was drenched. She sighed, placing him down, and went into the kitchen to fetch a paper towel. Tearing that in half, then in half again, she offered it to him, and R.T. began to dab at the heavy blotches of moisture.

"So...what exactly does one do with a micro like you?" Jana asked.

The micro dried his ears, before trying to fold it up nice and pretty. He turned to face Jana, but didn't lift his head. When he talked, his voice was a low enough squeak that Jana actually had to turn her ears to face him, and lower her head slightly. "Whatever is asked of me, ma'am. I am here to serve at your beck and call."

Jana sighed, and looked the micro over. "Do you need anything? Are you still hungry, or thirsty? Or wet?"

"No ma'am. Thank you for your kindness and bounty."

Jana sighed. She casually sat back on the couch, and brought her feet up, resting them on the table, beside the micro. "If you need anything, let me know, alright?" She reclined a bit more, resting her head back. She retrieved the remote and clicked the T.V. on, starting to flip through the channels.

Her toes wiggled when she felt a tickling on her feet. At first she thought nothing of it. She was bored and flipped through the channels passively, mind wandering, even forgetting about the micro that was perched on the table before her for a time. Her toes wiggled softly, and she scratched her one foot with the other, but when she heard a squeak she looked down to see the micro was backing away from the shifting paws.

"What are you doing?"

"Servicing you, ma'am. It's what I was trained for. I specialize in paw stimulation."

Jana stared awkwardly, lowering her feet down. She rubbed them against the carpet, trying to relieve the itch she felt in the center pad. "Just...what are your kind trained for?"

"It depends ma'am."

Jana sighed. She shouldn't have opened the box at all. "What does it depend on?"

"The...the physically stronger are trained for...uhm...insertion. And marketed for such. Smaller ones are trained for stimulation. Uhm...I was trained for that, and specializing in feet. That's why I was sold instead of anyone else. Because that's my specialty. And that's what was ordered."

Jana looked down at the carpet, feeling a vague sense of awkwardness. "Do you like feet?"

"I don't understand the question ma'am. I'm sorry."

"Uhm...do you enjoy servicing feet? If you didn't have to, would you do it anyway?"

"I don't understand the question ma'am..."

Jana rubbed her eyes slowly. "Listen to me carefully, little guy. You don't have to service my feet, alright? Just, sit there, alright?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Jana sighed lowly. She resumed flipping through the channels, and resting her elbow down on the couch's arm, resting her head in her hand, she began to flip, mind starting to wander. After a few moments, she crossed her legs. After a moment, she stretched her leg out onto the table, because that was the most comfortable position she could be in. And soon enough, she felt a little tickling on her pads. Turning her foot onto its side, she saw the micro. The micro seemed confused at the foot's movement, but then quickly waddled over to it, and resumed his massage. He stroked with his claws. He rubbed with his tiny fingers and center pads, pushing into the foot and rubbing and sometimes punching against them to get a little shot of pleasure running through the goddess. He slipped his little tongue and licked and nuzzled the large pads softly, carefully, kissing and nuzzling and sometimes sniffing the leather pad, then nibbling gently. His teeth nommed cutely on the toe, and earned soft giggles out of Jana. Her ears twitched gently. She reclined on the couch a little, smiling softly, surprised how good such a sensation felt. Actually, she had never had any affection on her feet. She would have guessed it would feel no different than when she washed herself in the shower, but somehow the little exploring claws knew just what to do.

"M-ma'am...I'm done. If you would lift your other foot, I will begin."

Jana looked down. Her foot twitched. Truthfully, she wouldn't mind another foot rub like that. It had been...her feet were still tingling from the feel of his claws and his tongue. Saliva was drying slowly on the rough pads. She rubbed them slightly against the rug.

Then the doorbell rang, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Her fur stood on end, and it was with a great few breaths that she finally calmed herself down. She looked to the micro, to see him... shivering and shaking and whimpering loudly enough that Jana could hear him clearly. She rubbed her foot on the carpet, trying to work the tingles away. The doorbell rang again, and this time whoever was at the door leaned heavy on the buzzer until Jana finally walked over, and opened it.

"Hello, Ms. Hall?" said a tall, handsome looking brown bear who stood on her welcome mat.

Jana looked casually back at the coffee table, but didn't see the little micro anymore. She shook her head. "Yes, I'm her. Can I help you sir?"

The bear reached into his coat and pulled out an I.D. "I'm Francesco Nittoni, you can call me Frank. I'm an employee of Micros Incorporated. I believe you received one of our packages by mistake?"

Jana nodded slowly. "Yes. I received a package for Mrs. Hill. You'd be amazed how often that happens."

The bear laughed softly. "Few things surprise me. I spend more time retrieving misplaced packages than anything else. The micro trade is booming. Lots of boxes shipping through the mail. Lots of opportunities for mistakes. It would be easier if we had our own delivery service."

Jana nodded passively. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, still standing in the doorway.

"Ma'am, would you please retrieve the micro?"

Jana blinked and shook her head. "Yes yes. Sorry, feeling a little out of it. You'll have to excuse me." Jana turned, and walked into the living room. She looked down to the coffee table she had left the albino micro, but confirmed it was no longer there. Making a show of looking for it, Jana lifted a magazine that was on the table, and peered under it, as if the fox might be hiding.

"Something wrong ma'am?" Frank asked. He had taken a few steps inside, and was now standing just inside the living room.

"Uhm...yes... the micros is gone. Sorry. I just put it down here."

Frank crossed his arms. "If the micro wasn't yours, why did you let it out of its box?"

"I didn't know it was a micro before opening the box, sir. And when I did, it was half starved, dehydrated, and filthy. Would you have liked me to leave it in the box to die?"

Frank looked around. "Ma'am, would it be alright if I looked around? It's a micro of course. It couldn't have gone very far."

Jana shrugged slightly. "Yeah, sure. Whatever." She walked aside, and rested against one of the walls. She tapped her feet slightly, scratching the center pad against the carpet, as she watched the bear lower to one knee and look over the coffee table. Then he looked to the couch. "Ah! See here?" he asked, and stroked the side of the couch with a finger pad. "Little scratches. See, the micro. It couldn't jump from the coffee table to the ground without hurting itself. So it jumps from the coffee table, and gets a good grip here on the fabric. Uses its claws to slide down to the ground, where it can run. Now, you might figure it would run for the door and slip under the crack, or try and go deeper into the house and hide in the walls. But you're thinking like a fur. Micros, they may look like us, may sound like us, but they're not us. Not as smart as us." The bear lowered a little flatter onto the ground, and swept a fat paw underneath the couch, feeling around, groping for a touch of fur. "My guess is the micro...is right...under here. I just gotta get...a grip on it...and be careful...not to squeeze too hard."

Jana watched, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

The bear growled when he did not find his quarry, and stood up. Holding the couch with one hand, still on his knees, he gave a long, low roar and hoisted the furniture onto its side. "Be careful with that," Jana said sharply. "If you damage my couch, I'm going to want to be reimbursed."

Frank snorted, and now more careful, lifted the couch. Jana watched as a white blur burst out from underneath, like an albino cockroach exposed to light. She, who was blessed with a keen eye, watched the little blur scurry over the ground, eventually coming to hide underneath a dresser at the opposite end of the room. The micro's front half went under, then after a few wiggles and a great deal of clawing, managed to squeeze his rump and tail under the shadows. The bear, holding the couch at a high angle, managed to work his head underneath to peer down, and when there was no micro, he gave a loud growl and tipped the couch onto its side. "Fuck! Where the fuck is this little monster."

Jana glared at him, at the couch, at the damage to the floor. "I'd like you to leave now," she said sharply.

"Look lady, I need the micro."

"Well you're not finding it. Maybe it slipped under the door or something. What do you plan to do? Tear the whole house apart?"

"I need the micro ma'am," the bear said, standing up to his full height, but Jana stood firm, clenching her fists. Though the bear now towered over her, she was not one to back down easy.

"I don't have the micro. I'm not hiding him just so I can bask in your company a little longer. Now leave, or I'm calling the cops. If the micro turns up at all, I'll put him in box with some holes in it and call you again. But he's probably squirmed out under the door and is long gone."

The bear growled, but turned and headed for the door. Jana was at his tail the entire time, opening the door for him to exit, and the moment he had passed through the threshold, she slammed the door shut and locked it tight. She drew the blinds, and turned on a light, and after peeping through the hole in the door to be sure the big bear had left, she walked over to the dresser and squatted down. "RT," she said. "Come out."

Nothing happened.

"RT," she said sharper. "Micro...come out. Now. The bear is gone. If I was going to turn you in, I would have done it. Now come out or I swear, I'll call him up and sign the waiver and let him tear this house apart until he finds you."

Slowly, a little white furball squirmed out from under the dresser, again having to squeeze and wiggle to fit his rump and the bulk at the base of his tail to get out. He got to his feet and stood slowly, keeping his head low. Jana placed a hand down beside him. "I'm not going to turn you in," she said softly. "Like I said, if I was, I wouldn't have lied to him. I would have just handed you over."

The micro looked up slowly. His entire body shivered and shook as if chilled. He looked to the hand and understood. Walking quickly to it and climbing onto the massive hand as best he could. He panted softly, and sat down cross-legged as Jana got back to her feet and walked to the couch.

"T-thank you...ma'am...for not...turning me in."

Jana looked down. "It was nothing."

"No..." The micro looked up to her. "I...I didn't want to go with him...Thank you."

Jana felt vaguely awkward. She sat down on the couch and this time placed the micro down on her thigh. "You know him?"

"Of him, yes." The micro sat down, now that his little platform was stationary. "Uhm...they let all the employees use us before we're sold. They call it breaking us in. They also call it an employee perk."

"What sort of stuff have you had to do?"

"Just massaging mostly. I'm a lucky one. Some...some are used for insertion, and...they don't..." He shivered a great deal at these words. A whimper could be heard rising from his throat.

Jana sighed softly, and with a careful finger, stroked down the micro's back. "I won't let them take you. Don't worry."

The micro nodded softly. "Thank you, ma'am. But...I would...I would like to give you something. To pay you somehow."

"I don't need anything. You barely take up any room, you won't have to eat much. Though, if you really want, I wouldn't mind some more foot massages."

"Nothing...nothing else ma'am? I would...I would do anything you like."

Jana's ear twitched. "What do you mean?"

"I would..." The micro looked down, panting gently. "I wouldn't mind...doing something for you. I...I want to please you. You...ma'am, you're...I know you wouldn't hurt me... I want to give you something to repay you for your kindness."

Jana bit her lip. The poor little creature had probably been conditioned for this sort of thing. Conditioned to give himself over fully to whatever he identified as master. To enjoy it. To beg for it like he was now. Wouldn't that mean that using him now, like this, would be wrong? Still, she was intrigued at the thought...the thought of... She swallowed softly. "I...I don't want to use you like that. I don't want to...you're not well. You've been conditioned, that's all. It would be wrong to do it like this."

The micro quaked. "Ma'am...I...I've always...I've liked the thought of a pleasant master. I've always loved it. It's what we all talk about. It's the dream for any of us. To have someone who would...wouldn't use us. Who would be kind to us. Be loving to us. I want this. Please...I want to please you, and be good for you, and be useful to you."

Jana's voice caught in her throat. "W-what would I have to do?"

"I...uhm...I've been trained for massaging, but I also know about insertion. They teach us the basics of everything. Uhm...just...take me to someplace you would find comfortable, and...uhm...undress if you like."

This was...this was wrong. Everything about this. But Jana was interested, and her interest began to outweigh her morality. And, it's not like she was forcing the little one into any of this. She had given him reasons to not do anything. She wasn't forcing him. He wanted this. So she wasn't doing anything wrong, right? She reached a hand down slowly, and placed it flat on the table. The micro was quick to scurry up to the great palm, and settle down, bracing himself on the rough skin. Standing now, she began to walk, and slowly headed for the bedroom. Each step was a struggle. She was shaking something fierce, but was careful to keep her hand steady so that her little passenger wouldn't get thrown off. She doubted a fall from such a height would end well. "You sure...you sure you want to do this?" she asked once more. "I swear, I won't make you do anything. I promise. I won't...I promise."

The micro looked down, panting gently. "I...I'm sure ma'am. I trust you."

She could barely contain her excitement as she reached her bedroom, and set him down on the foot of the bed. She pulled off her shirt without much trouble, but as she went to her pants, she paused. "You're absolutely sure you would like to try this?" she asked. "Cause, once the pants come off, there's no stopping it." She gave a soft giggle, laced with anxiety. "I...you just...we'll go slow alright? I promise. Nice and slow. In case something happens."

The micro blushed. "I want to repay your kindness, ma'am. You...you saved my life from...that...I don't want to go back to the factory. And you...you saved me from it. So I want to do something nice for you. Please..."

Something told her this was wrong, but that part was small, and getting a devious idea, she turned so her back was facing the micro. She slowly undid her pants, then bent over as she pulled them off, lifting her tail to expose the curve of her rather large rump. Her fur was mostly a golden blond color, and the hair that was kept long and down her back was a darker shade of blond. She lacked a noticeable tuff at the end of the tail that was wagging rather happily, as the micro gazed dumbly at the...well, huge ass.

She walked over slowly to the bed, and sat down, lifting her legs and spreading them to the side. The micro walked forward. Now touching the foot he had worked on so hard; now walking between the canyon of her vast thighs, and stroking the fur gently as he approached. The scent of her was all around him now. She pulled her legs closed, corralling him between her thighs, and when he noticed her lip twitch and a fang flash out as she bit it, he said, "I am...I am sure ma'am. I am nervous...and scared. But this is what I want to do."

"J-just be careful, alright..." Another nervous laugh. "Safety word is lollipop, alright?"

Forced for so long to service cruel giants, the idea of consensually pleasing a...goddess, it was enough to move the micro to tears. As he came closer and closer, his mind began to race with the possibilities of what he might do. Her vast, firm legs stretched up on either side of him, forming a great canyon. Before him was her vagina, and she was lying flat on the bed, resting her head on a distant pillow. As he stroked the inside of her thigh, still pondering what he might do for her, a purr resonated out of the living canyon and shook him to the core. When he touched her vast, fleshy lips, his reward was a deeper, richer noise. He reached forward slowly, stretching his arm up as high as it could go and tracing down the quivering muscle and moist, furless flesh. The smell was unbearable, overwhelming. During the breeding times (which generally happened before they were sent out onto the market), he had been exposed to a female's scent to arouse him. He could not control his actions then. He had bred with several, and bore children who would be used by the company to increase their profits. If he had the choice, he'd never have been a part of that. Now he had choice. And he threw himself forward, embracing the vastness of the flesh lips.

Jana purred softly. Her tail, resting half off the bed and to her left, twitched eagerly as the little micro got to work. "T-that's good, little one."

Words of praise...The micro felt warmth bubble up inside him, a sense of pride overcoming his fears, and he leaned forward, trailing his tongue up the flesh lips. They twitched hungrily, and the musky scent grew heavier until the micro was in danger of falling down. He reached forward, trying to pry the lips apart, but his weak body betrayed him. Instead, a hand came down from above, a lone finger touched his head and pushed him forward, until his snout brushed the vastness of the flesh. At first he struggled to be released, bracing himself on the moist skin, but eventually understood the order, and flicked his tongue out, tasting the moistness, tail wagging side to side. Another hand descended, and with her index and middle finger, as well as stretching her legs a bit farther apart, Jana pulled herself open, exposing her insides to the micro's probing snout.

The purrs continued to escape her lips, vibrate out of her throat, make her entire body shake. The warm breath of the micro's muzzle, his cold inhales, she could feel even that miniscule contact on her most tender skin. Her tail continued to thump the bed loudly, her legs began to close, but she kept them wide open for now, to give the micro better access inside her.

Indeed, the micro slid inside with very few problems. His snout, eyes, head and ears were all inside her before he really knew what was happening. The air was thick and musky. His hands searched for a grip on the shaven vulva, but the finger that had formerly been on the back of his head now went to his arms, and pinned them at his sides. A third finger was on the seat of his tail, and he found himself slowly sliding inside her. His shoulders, his arms, his hips. Finally it stopped when the base of his tail had slipped inside the vast canyon, and his legs were left to kick rather comically outside of the great entrance he was being worked in to.

He was starting to worry. He could not see anything inside her, like this, and breathing was a taxing and difficult process. If there was any air inside her, it was heavy with musk and vapors and he heaved many times, struggling to get a proper breath that he could hopefully hold until she was finished. He would have expected he would be able to move around somewhat, squirm around, because that would pleasure her after all, but the gripping of her powerful inner muscles, despite her spreading herself, were far too much for him to handle. His legs kicked and squirmed and he tried wiggling his way out of her, to try to warn her this wouldn't work, and when he felt her fingers squeezes his ankles together, he hoped she would pull him out. There would be other ways to satisfy her. He could certainly manage feet first. Most on to her breasts. And only use his tongue on her lips and his feet inside her. But this was too much.

Then she pushed his legs into her depth. Aroused now, she opened all the wider, and juice began to saturate him, making it so, so easy for him to slide in deeper. His fur was matted and drenched after mere moments, giving his body a smooth and slick sheen. And still he could not breath, but he gave a hoarse cry, using up what little oxygen was safe in his lungs. "S-stop!"

The lioness' ears twitched as she heard the little scream, though exactly what he said was of course lost to her. Her belly inflated with a deep breath, and she stretched her legs just that bit wider, widening her entrance just that bit more. She clenched before she could stop herself, and felt the little passenger squeezed mercilessly by her superior strength, but all she could do was smile as she felt herself mould around the girth, working it slowly, now controlling her clenches so her little helper wouldn't be used up too quickly. His feet sank inside her, as did her finger, and she pushed him deeper and deeper, until her body took up the slack, and pulled him in all on its own. Her hand was drenched when she finally pulled it away, and she wiped it on her belly fur. The twitching and squirms that were going on beneath her were starting to fade away, though this little one was a fighter. She rested her open hand on her flesh lips, massaging the outside of her swelling vulva. Wetness continued to drip out of her, wetting the bed, wetting her, wetting the passenger she was carrying inside. She stroked her hips next, feeling his little squirms and fights and struggles. "Thank you," she said, pushing on her hips, as if he might feel it. "Thank you...thank you. Thank you so much..."

An explosion rocked her body. Her muscles locked all at once. Her insides clenched on the foreign body, and she felt it yield and break into mush. She lifted off the bed, as wetness emerged from her, only to fall back down to the bed when weakness overtook her. She wiggled and squirmed and closed her legs, clenching again and again, grinding the remnants of bulk into a fine paste. Her fingers plunged inside her, stroking her, stretching her, rubbing the flesh. The blood and broken bones that had become the micro mixed with her organism, she mixed it into a cream within her.

At some point, much later, she found she could sit up again. As she did, something inside her shifted about, and she mewed loudly in a surge of kind pleasure. She rubbed herself still, rubbed her hips and her belly, and she balanced on her two feet. Back in the living room, she retrieved the phone, and carefully sat down on the couch, putting her feet up slowly. She dialed a number.

"Hello, Micros Incorporated...Yes, this is Jana Hall...Yes I-I enjoyed it immensly...Yes, Frank...Frank played his part very well." Another shiver, an aftershock of what had happened, ran through her body. "Yes, I'm still here...I would like to place another order, actually. Yes, the Goddess Package. Thank you."