FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

_This is part two of a series. In this part, Jeff, Eva, and a mysterious box emerge in

a strange land.

I like silly and yiffy in equal parts :P

-Lemnwezel_

Curiosity began to bore through the peaceful haze of sleep that had enveloped Jeff for some time. Consciousness slowly returned to him, and the first things he noticed were the cool breeze blowing against his right ear, and the warmth of sunlight on his face. It felt like he was wearing something warm but very comfortable, as it insulated him from both the breeze and the sun. He was lying on an uneven surface that felt like prarie grass, and the earthy smell of moist soil and wild grasses filled his nostrils.

Slowly, without moving, he opened his eyes. The sky above him was a very dark blue, darker than he'd ever seen, shifting to a lighter blue down towards horizon. The sun didn't look quite right either, but he could not immediately determine why. High above he saw creatures flying on long, narrow white wings, apparently spiraling upwards in thermals.

Higher still, what appeared to be a plane of multicolored glass, composed of many square sections in an irregular pattern, drifted across the sky. Jeff was momentarily bathed in brilliant, shifting colors as the surface passed overhead, sunlight streaming through the translucent material.

He felt slightly afraid as he pondered the comforting yet unfamiliar world around him, but his fear was soon drowned by immense curiosity. He leaned up on his elbows to look to the horizon, and saw broad, immense trees with leaves of all primary colors nearby.

Looking a little lower at himself he noticed with amusement that someone had dressed him in a fursuit. It was a really good one too, he thought to himself, and tugged on it a bit. He felt the fur tug curiously against his skin. He ran his hands across the fur and began to realize it was not a fursuit.

At that point the only reasonable explanation was that he'd died and gone to heaven. That explanation wasn't good enough though, as he didn't exactly believe in heaven, and the whole incident with the computer, and the walls glowing, and his dog talking to him, well it just didn't fit...

his dog...

"Evie!" he gasped to himself out loud. A streak of panic and adrenaline shot through his mind as he looked around him. He twisted around looking to his left and saw a box with some sort of little legs sticking out of it, moving about rather clumsily. He blinked a few times at it, puzzled, but then resumed his search. Looking to his right he saw...

"Eva?", he asked. It certainly looked like her, same perky ears, same happy smile, only now she was... well, she was a furry, just like him apparently.

Only bigger. Much bigger.

Jeff sat up slowly to look at her, pushing his tail out of the way to get more comfortable. "A tail!" he thought to himself, looking down around behind him. And a floofy one too, red with a white tip. That could mean only one thing...

"You're lucky you're my master, or I'd have to start chasing you around now, little fox...", Eva said, grinning down mischeviously at him. Jeff reached up with a dark paw to touch his face, feeling a short muzzle and whiskers, then held his paw out to look at it.

"It's so nice to be able to talk to you now, master," Eva said, stretching her legs, strong muscles rippling just beneath the fur, "not that I minded our other ways of communicating..."

Eva rose to her feet now, clearly not yet used to a bipedal stance. Despite her awkwardness she was awesome to behold. She had to be at least 6.5 feet tall, or about 2 meters, and was pure pure sleek muscle beneath her fur. Jeff looked her up and down, almost drooling. She smiled and flexed a bicep at him playfully.

"Do you likey, master?", she asked smiling, already knowing the answer.

Jeff's eyes had stopped at Eva's pecs, which were covered by small breasts, just big enough to be recognizable as such.

He could feel himself getting erect, along with an unfamilliar constriction. Looking down he could see a glistening red tip emerging from his sheath. "That should be interesting to work with, " he thought to himself and smiled, before looking back up at Eva.

"I likey a lot, Evie...", he replied softly, crawling slowly towards her on all fours, then reaching out to feel her strong calves. He could barely contain himself; wanting to lick every part of her at once, but was unable to decide where to begin. She was so incredibly powerfully built, and yet at the same time still posessed her natural feminine grace. He yiffled under his breath and brushed his muzzle along her inner thigh.

Her upper body was perfection; muscles rippled smoothly against other muscles just beneath her soft, short, fuzzy fur. Not quite to the point of being bulky, but simply expressing her exceptional strength and fluidity of motion.

Her legs were almost disproportionately massive, her quads bulging above the surrounding muscles, meeting them at the sides in deep concavities. Jeff ran his paws up and down her strong legs, stopping to feel the smooth concavity between the bulge of her leg biceps and her ass, which could very well have been spring steel beneath her fur by the feel of it.

"Oh I hate to interrupt this little scene here, but I've got some information for you if you are interested, and I'm pretty sure you are..."

"Fuck, where did he come from!" Jeff thought as he turned around and looked at the robed, slightly older man who'd just spoke.

"I suppose introductions are in order!", the man announced with a slight lisp, smiling at Jeff and Eva, and then regarding the strange box with legs with a look of concern. He picked up the box, pet it a few times, and continued.

"I am Edward Bellinghamfordshirewell the Third, but you may call me... The Scoutmaster!", he announced, with a flourish and a sweep of his cape.

He was mostly bald, and looked to be in his early fifties, but he was still very light on his feet. He had a light purple silk scarf wrapped flamboyantly about his neck, and its color was reflected in his large pearl earrings. His robe was mostly black, with a few stylized stars placed randomly about the material, and a crescent moon over his chest on the left.

"Normally I prefer to dwell within my castle keep far to the north, surrounded by my court of sages, travelling minstrels, and frisky critters of all description and inclination... occasionally challenging heroes to a battle of wits over access to my strategic leather reserves...", he paused, eyes glazing over...

"yes, such strong, brave, well-built heroes they are..."

Jeff and Eva looked around a bit while the Scoutmaster seemed lost in a reverie of some sort, still petting the strange box in his arms absentmindedly.

"Um... oh yes! But it is also my duty to welcome newcomers to this dimension. One of you managed to initiate the sequence that pulled you from your mundane little planet, into the plane of elemental consciousness, and from there, Master Control routed you back down to our little world. Guess they thought you were a good fit, and I couldn't agree more..."

He gave them a big silly wink before continuing on.

"Your consciousness is immutable, but your physical appearance is only tied to whatever world you inhabit at the moment. Sad, but so few ever get to drift across the nether..."

The scoutmaster made a motion with his hand as if he were spinning a top, and tiny blue stars spun outwards from his now outstretched hand.

"At any rate, Master Control has seen to it that, as a reward for your obscene cleverness in managing to generate the gateway sequence, you and your two friends here recieved the body of their choosing. Perhaps they are simply nice, or perhaps they figured it would keep you thoroughly distracted and out of trouble. I am quite certain you will not be followed by any of your peers, as Master Control is quite thorough in cleaning up anything that may allow someone to follow in your footsteps without having done all the hard work first themselves."

"I do think that your little friend here could have aspired to a slightly greater form though, wouldn't you say?"

Jeff stared at the box, and the familarity finally struck him.

"My computer?!"

"Aw," he tisked, "it's sad you didn't recognize the poor thing right away. It is your friend though is it not? And it contains a consciousness just like you and Eva, only much, much more basic. I'm guessing you put some thinking programs on to it perhaps?"

Jeff thought back to the primitive neural net AIs he'd left running on the box, spidering the Internet for certain kinds of porn, keeping his plants watered, and various other random chores.

"I cannot change it into anything it does not want to be, but perhaps an upgrade is in order. I'll give it some ideas, and maybe it will choose one."

Focussing hard on the computer, the Scoutmaster whispered to it.

"Think harder, little one, " he commanded the box, "think... um... outside the box!"

The Scoutmaster gave a big cheesy grin, and Jeff winced hard at the bad pun.

Suddenly he tossed the box into the air, and before it could land, it's legs grew much longer, it's box expanded outwards tremendously, and a head and long neck emerged upwards from the front. Feathers instantly covered its round body, while its head and neck were covered in a light fuzz.

"An ostrich! Splendid!", the Scoutmaster cheered and clapped, as the computer-turned-ostrich strutted about on its new legs and flapped its wings a bit. Its soft feathers were black on top, and white underneath.

The Scoutmaster watched the creature for a bit, then looked at Jeff and Eva in turn.

"Well I am sure you'd like to begin exploring your new world right away, and I'll take up no more of your time... yet..." he grinned sinisterly.

He jestured with a broad sweep of his hand, and continued, "It is a beautiful world here, but there are dangers. Yes, many many dangers abound; I do not recommend being outside at night, in particular. Most other dangers around here merely result in extreme annoyance, but at night it is a different story entirely..."

"Please visit me in my castle keep if you get a spare moment, and please bring refreshments if you decide to. It all begins with refreshments, you know..."

"I suggest you begin your journey towards the ridge just that way," the Scoutmaster pointed, "you will find a road that leads to a peaceful town where you will be safe at night, and perhaps learn more from the locals about this area. I bid you welcome, and adiou!"

The Scoutmaster bowed and disappeared in a cloud of white smoke.

Jeff and Eva remained there for a moment in quiet thought, watching the computer, or rather the ostrich, roaming about, rummaging its head down through the tall grass, picking up small stones in its beak and placing them in a pile nearby.

"Huh." Jeff remarked. He hoped the ostrich wouldn't require too much care; it seemed to be keeping itself occupied for the moment though.

"So, um, I didn't really understand what that guy was saying. Are we safe here right now, master?" Eva asked.

Jeff looked back at Eva, then up at the sun, still high in the sky, and nodded. With no hesitation she leapt over and pounced him, knocking him backwards against the grass with an "oof!"

She was now straddling his hips, looking down at him grinning. He looked up into her eyes and smiled.

He pondered his small, lithe frame in relation to Eva's massive, solid body.

"Evie... I wonder... am I still master?" he asked.

Grinning, she grabbed his forepaws in each of hers, leaned downward, and pressed them down into the grass on either side of his head, stretching his arms wide. Her arm muscles rippled and flexed slightly. The move took no effort for her whatsoever, but she wanted to demonstrate her strength advantage to him. And she knew it turned him on immensely.

Leaning down even further now, she whispered softly into his ear, "Do you really want to be?"

Jeff managed to crane his head up just enough to give her left breast a long, slow lick, directly across a nipple.

She murred in response, and moved forward along him so she was now straddling his shoulders, her immensely strong legs on either side of him. He could now smell her scent clearly, her crotch only inches from his muzzle, and if her scent had seemed nice before it was making his head spin now.

"I thought so," she smiled, "now... I know all about you, my little fox. You have certain needs, and so do I. You keep me happy, and I'll keep you safe and warm at night. If there are males about, I might even let them rut into your tight little ass, if you are good and I deem them worthy..."

To accentuate her point, she reached down and rubbed her paw along the circumference of his tail hole. Jeff gasped at her touch, and a small burst of pre shot from his member.

"I always... um... enjoyed watching that anyways..." she admitted.

"But remember, you belong to me now," she whispered, "as much as I belong to you."

Her hand drifted from his hole and slid along his balls and sheath. She slowly wrapped her hand around his sheath, stroking it and pulling it down, exposing more of his very hard, wet shaft.

Jeffs hands were now free to explore Eva's body, and he started by rubbing her sides slowly, then running his hands inward to cup and massage her breasts. She wrapped her hands around his and breathed in deeply.

She inched forward to a point were her wetness was just barely inside of licking distance, and Jeff lapped furiously at it. He could feel her heat and get her taste on the tip of his long tongue, but she would not let him get close enough to work it the way he wanted.

"Now there's something I've been wanting from you for a very long time now, foxy...", she said as she began to slide back downwards toward his glistening shaft, "and I don't think you'll mind giving it to me..."

She then rolled forward onto her knees, and with one paw guided Jeff's shaft directly into her wetness. She then slowly lowered herself down onto him, causing the sheath to slide smoothly out of the way. He watched her wince slightly as she first took him in, but she seemed to relax a moment later as she began to ride him slowly.

"Mmmmmm... that's a good foxy... nnnggg... fuck... oh what a good foxy..." she moaned softly.

Jeff fought with every once of discipline he had to not come, as they had only been going at it for a few moments. Usually he could let women ride him pretty much indefinitely, as long as they didn't go too fast for too long. Eva here was riding him slowly, but she was so warm and so tight, and so unbelievably strong. He watched her muscles tensing and relaxing all over her body as she ground against him in small rhythmic circles.

He began humping back up against her frantically, trying to get his growing knot inside her. Sensing this, she began pushing against it, each time getting a little closer. There was urgency in his thrusts; he simply had to get it in her before much longer...

"Mmmmmff fuck, give it to me!" she pleaded, driving down hard on his shaft. His knot finally slid in, and they both came almost immediately. Jeff simply closed his eyes and clutched her tightly at the waist and hips, using every ounce of strength he had to try and drive himself deeper into her. She arched her back, eyes closed tightly, grinding her powerful hips against her fox as she felt him pumping her full of his seed.

Finally she fell forward, resting partially on her arms to avoid overly crushing him, and nuzzled his neck gently.

The world seemed to get very quiet for Jeff, with the massive, sleek Eva covering him completely. He ran his paws gently along her smooth, furry back and butt, occasionally pausing to hug her tightly. Due to their height differential, Jeff's muzzle was about even with the boundary between Eva's chest and abs, so he was able to nuzzle and lick her breasts with ease.

She rolled them both over easily so that Jeff was on top, and gently wrapped her legs around him while petting him softly. He sighed deeply, resting the side of his head against her chest, and closed his eyes. He was getting the hang of managing his tail now, and he let it brush down slowly along her legs.

"Good foxy... good..." she cooed softly to him while petting his head and neck. He smiled and licked at her chest gently. With the warm sun shining on his coat, and his wonderful Evie below him, knot still keeping him tightly within her, it was the warmest, most comfortable, and most relaxed he'd ever felt.

Eva herself was also awash in contentment. She loved her master a great deal, and could now appreciate even more all that he'd done for her. All the times he'd walked her despite being tired after work, the times he'd stayed up with her all night when she was sick once as a young pup, and all the other little things he'd done out of love for her. If this place was dangerous like the Scoutmaster said, she'd do her best to protect Jeff now. Loyalty was deeply embedded in her breed, and though she may have seemingly turned the tables on her now furry master, she was still completely dedicated to him, and him only.

She pulled him up a bit to kiss the top of his head softly, then pet his ears while she drifted off into a light sleep.

...

A short distance away, Jeff's computer was trying to process the reality of being an ostrich. It was a task that placed no real heavy load on its processing ability, but the self-awareness it posessed was small and limited. It had greatly appreciated the upgrade given it by the Scoutmaster; the feeble earlier vision it had had for itself, crude robotic limbs jutting out of its case, was simply due to poor imagination.

It sat low to the ground, resting its head against the earth, and experimented with its wings; pulling them up, then letting them droop down.

Its user Jeff was interacting with a different system at the moment, so it burned a few cycles trying to imagine. Trying to create an alternate internal reality from previous input. It noticed the cool breeze, and the sun growing slightly dimmer and more amber, but still warm on top of its scruffy little head. It felt. And it felt nice.