FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Sasha hopped up and down on the brick wall at the King's Cross train station excitedly, her entire body jingling. Her dark black fur was the perfect contrast to her bright candy colored clothing. She wore a vibrant day-glow red turtle neck with three quarter sleeves under a yellow T-shirt over which were a pair of blue overalls with Technicolor paint splotches. Her shoes were the color of banana taffy with rainbow laces and were held together mostly with duct tape or 'the force'.

She had many, many different colored plastic bracelets lining her dark arms, mostly the kind from dollar stores and cereal boxes. She had multiple piercings in her velveteen ears, that stuck out at seemingly unusual angles from her flyaway pink and green died hair, and vibrant glass green eyes that were skittering back and forth from her pink and red checkerboard nailed hands that clung to the picture of the awaited and the train platform.

When the train finally pulled into the station with the customary screeching, the awaited finally emerged from the other happy little people. She was tall and slender with pale white fur and long silver hair outlining her delicate vulpine face. A pair of pink eyes stood out clearly from her pale albino face, her slender form wrapped up in a brown leather jacket lined with pale cream rabbit fur, her long legs encompassed in tight black jeans embroidered with a paisley pattern around the cuffs.

She had two bags, both black and unmarked in any way. She sat them down on the ground and folded her hands together softly, looking around, her slender ears pricked to attention. She had left her home in Ireland to come here to meet this unusual feline she had met over the internet a few years ago, something out of her usual style. She had masqueraded around her town as a sweet little lady who only had eyes for men and just before leaving did she announce otherwise.

"Isis! Isis!" A rather excited voice called out as a black figure of energy came bounding toward her and nearly tackled her with a forceful hug. She bounced up and down in place with Sasha for a few minutes laughing and exclaiming idly before picking up her bags and moving off to the parking lot.

"You know Sasha, I don't think I'll be very welcome back home, I got a horrible reaction when I told them I was moving to England to peruse being a lesbian." she said with a slight chuckle. "Me mother fainted." Sasha snorted derisively as she popped the bags into the trunk of her lime green VW Bug. "You say it like you don't care." She mentioned as she slid into the car. "I don't. All my life all I wanted to do was get out of that damned town and get a nice girlfriend to settle down with." Isis said, following her lead.

"Home is where the heart is!" Sasha proclaimed loudly after leading Isis into her home with her hands over her eyes. It was a surprisingly lovely little bungalow. The walls and carpet were a pale blue and the furniture was a lilac color. The tables were oak and the picture frames metal. The kitchen had a checkerboard floor and a pale tan wood table and chairs with checkerboard cushions. The counters were white and the sink porcelain. The lamps were in an antique fashion, carved into the shapes of pineapples with shimmer fabric tan shades featuring orange beads that hung off and cast a pale lighting about the room.

"My room is the real freak fest." Sasha said laughingly. The walls were painted dark purple and the curtains were sheer black with moons embroidered on them. The bed was a mattress on the floor with dark blue blankets and black satin sheets. The tables, one on either side, were low and featured white pillar candles that burned neon red, green, and blue. There was a lamp that cast a pale light about the room; it was not carved into a pineapple, but rather a star. There was a u.f.o fiber optics lamp in one corner and a large hanging over head light.

Sasha pushed Isis down onto the bed giggling and clicked off the lamp, turning on the over head light. It was a black light and it made Isis's pale white fur glow brilliantly as well as the candles and the moons on the curtains. It lit up the many glow in the dark stickers on the ceiling and made Sasha a mere silhouette against her vibrant clothes.

She dropped down to her hands and knees, crawled over and stripped Isis of her jacket playfully. Beneath this was a white button up blouse that shone oddly in the black light as well. Sasha locked muzzles with the vixen, her long pierced feline tongue invading that of the inexperienced vixen with cunning skill. Isis laid down flat on her back, wrapping her long hands around the straps to Sasha's overalls, pulling her down with her. The black light made it seem all the more strange and alien, as well as exciting. She unsnapped the cat's overalls and slid them off the lithe black body while Sasha unbuttoned the blouse and slid it off her new friend. Kissing and nipping at her neck, Isis set about removing the yellow shirt to find out that it was sewn on to the red one, which came in handy as she simply removed them both. Beneath all of Sasha's candy colored clothes were the basics, a black bikini cut pair of panties and a lacy black bra.

Sasha meanwhile had uncovered the devil red thong and bra of her mate and had set about kissing from her collarbone to her stomach, working her way down to between Isis's thighs. She wrapped her long index fingers around the straps of her thong and pulled it off softly, tossing it aside playfully. She ran her long tongue over the inside of her thighs teasingly and ran two fingers along her mate's labia before slowly delving her fingers into the moist vixen. Isis arched her back and gasped, her long white body tensing from pleasure. Sasha giggled softly and withdrew her fingers long enough to run her long pierced tongue in up to her snout. Every movement caused a shudder in the vixen, as Sasha's warm wet nose was rubbing across her clit. She wrapped her hands up in the blankets and tossed her tail into a frenzy, moaning and murring in the expert grasp of the cat. Thoroughly proud of herself Sasha began to purr, which put Isis over the edge. She yipped sharply and growled playfully, sliding down the bed toward her mate, her entire body tingling and spasming. She tangled her long fingers in her silky silver hair and gasped as another wave of heat washed over her. Sasha, contented with her work withdrew her long tongue and licked the sticky sweet mess from her face and set about lovingly cleaning her mate.

Isis, panting and excited sat up slowly and flashed a glowing grin at Sasha who finished licking her face and fingers with a purr and mreow. The vixen reached out coyly and snagged hold of her feline and pinned her to the bed playfully. She felt around on the floor next to the bed and retrieved a glowing green object. "What a naughty kitten, trying to hide her toys from me!" Isis feigned at disappointment as Sasha faked guilt. With all the unsung grace she possessed Isis delicately clicked the vibrator on and set about torturing her kitty with deep slow thrusts of the rattling machine. Sasha growled and carried on the like the large cat she was, her back arched, her chest heaving as Isis picked up the pace, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy and teasing her with it before taking it away and bringing it back again. Sasha murred loudly and thrust her body against her lovers hand eagerly, much to Isis's enjoyment. She clicked the toy off and delved her small thin fingers deep into the cat, who cried out in pleasure as her mate alternated between her fingers and her tongue and muzzle. Isis kept up until finally her searching got its reward as Sasha came screaming, surely disturbing the neighbors, not that they cared. Isis licked her muzzle appreciably and cleaned her fingers off and slid up her dark lover's body to come to rest in her arms.

"We're an odd couple...you're an Irish albino fox and I'm an American black pantheress who are living in London..." Sasha laughed softly, joined by her vulpine vixen. "Aye, but I wouldn't have it any other way." Isis replied and fell into an exhausted slumber.