FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

OK im still not sure I understand the rating choices but due to language this doesnt rate as an "all ages" appropriate story. so it will retain its adult rating.

Just a bit of a disclaimer before I start to enter this story. This fictional novella will contain strong adult language. If you don't like it too bad, you've been warned. Oh and I might not be the greatest writer either, so consider that a fair warning as well... *lulz*

Now for the story.

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The wind blew lightly, kicking up a dust of loose powdery snow that clung to and obscured the lens on the scope mounted atop an arctic camouflaged sniper rifle. Lying behind it was a six foot three inch arctic wolf named Chad (codename Jester), his white fur allowing him to blend easily into the surrounding barren snow covered landscape cresting the low rolling hills of the Siberian wasteland they were sent to infiltrate.

He lay silently in the snow next to James his human spotter, breathing lightly. Shifting his weight to the right he wiped the lens off and grabbed a handful of snow to place it in his mouth to mask his breath. With his mouth partially full he managed to whisper "think I got eyes on target, 's he the one with the beret?"

James, a 5' 9" slightly muscled human wearing an arctic ghillie suit and white mask, now sighting through his 20x zoom spotting scope located the target roughly a mile downrange responded "yup, that's him, think you can make that shot?"

"I didn't lay in this fucking snow for twelve hours to miss..." he said callously racking the bolt on his .408 M200 Intervention. As he peered through the massive scope mounted atop the rifle he noticed the world crumbling to pieces in the distance, being eaten by a black cloud of imminent doom rapidly rolling his way. By the time he had pulled his eye back from the scope the void was upon him and swallowed him whole.

"SHIT!" cursed Chad his eyes blazing blue in irritation. "what the fuck was that? Goddamn it James your dog laid on the power cord to the X-Box and unplugged it!"

Beethoven, James feral dog, just looked at them with smiling eyes like he did it on purpose.

"Sunuvabitch!" said James in disbelief.

Chad let out an exasperated sigh and glanced over at James and said "sorry man, I really don't feel like recreating all of that so we could record it again, maybe a Modern Warfare Machinima is just too much, we'll stick to Halo, its easier because of the theater mode..."

"yeah..." breathed James still recovering from the shock of having thought his brand new 42" LCDTV had just died on him.

Chad climbed out of the minivan's bucket seat that were James' gaming chairs and began packing up all of his electronics.

"Maybe we can finish this another time, right now I need to get back and clean my apartment, the landlords coming by in a few days and I need to make sure its not in too bad of shape..."

"Yeah, ok. Catch ya later home-boy" James said as Chad climbed the wooden stairs out of the basement and went outside into the moist spring air. His whiskers twitched as he could sense the rain coming and his mouth curled into a smile. Chad had always been strange and loved the rain. It seemed to wash his soul of impurities, even though he didn't really believe in all that spiritual crap. It always made him feel good, maybe because if he wanted to no one could see him cry.

The first few drops splattered onto his windshield as he loaded the bags into the backseat of his light blue 2006 Chevy 2500. He then climbed inside and just as he shut the door the rain began to flow as if a massive bucket was kicked over up in the farthest reaches of heaven. The truck turned over and rumbled to life as he pulled out of the driveway towards the uneventful short drive back to his place.

The truck rolled to a stop in the battered parking lot behind the complex. Twisting the key off Chad leaned back and sighed to himself again as he thought about his possible eviction. He never saw eye to eye with his landlord, and he was a real piece of work too. Chad, being the only youthful male in the complex, was the only one expected to shovel the parking lot and driveway in the winters and mow the lawn in the summers, using his own shovel and fuel. Often he found himself wondering what the hell was the purpose of having a maintenance man for the complex if he didn't perform his own duties.

This month had been particularly rough at work, and his pay checks weren't quite sufficiant to pay the rent or his bills.

Reluctantly he climbed down from the truck and trudged across the pockmarked lot to the faded burgundy door of his building. Once inside his decent sized apartment he shook the excess water off and set his bags next to his tv. He made a mental note to hook everything back up later and went back outside, not wanting to waste a good rain. For the longest time he just stood in the lot of the apartment until his neighbor, a middle aged silver haired wolf named Steve, pulled in snapped him back to reality.

Steve was a great guy, and he drove a pretty nice car, a 2007 Charger, jet black with silver racing stripes. He climbed out of his car and jogged towards the awning that covered the door to the building. Once there he noticed Chad standing just outside of the shelter, perched on one of the decorative rocks that dotted the flowerbed, being pelted by the massive raindrops.

"your crazy you know that?!" he shouted over the thundering of the rain on the aluminum roof.

"So I've been told..." retorted Chad with a smirk and a sideways glance.

Steve just shook his head and went inside. Chad withdrew his headphones from his hoodie pocket, thankfully he had waterproofed them and his I-pod. Sliding them on over his Mercenaries 2 stocking cap he plugged them in and searched for a good song as he began walking down the drive towards the sidewalk.

Walking always got his mind away from everything... The rain just made it even better. He stared up at the sky while "here comes the BOOM!" started to crank out into his ears.

"CHRIST!" he exclaimed as he threw his headphones back to keep himself from going deaf. "I really need to remember to delete that and redownload it later, its so terrible quality it just sounds like white noise..." he mumbled to no one in particular. Re-donning his headphones after he turned the volume down and skipped the track he smiled as Viva la Vida started to sigh into his ears.

After walking for ten minutes with no particular destination, he began to feel a little thirsty. So with an objective in mind he set off towards a local gas station to get a soda. Half way there he started to get chills, the rain finally soaking through his hoodie to his shirt and starting to dampen his fur.

The door chime sounded as the glass door swung inward. A masked human standing at the counter aiming a gun at the clerk, a panther, swung his arm around to aim at Chad. Being deafened by his music he had no idea what was going on and continued to walk deeper into the store not really paying any attention. This just irritated the gunman as he grabbed Chad by the shoulder, spun him around and pistol-whipped him across the face.

Not knowing exactly what hit him, Chad propped himself up on one elbow his vision blurring back to normal.

"what the fuck was that?" he said rubbing the side of his muzzle. Hearing the muffled sobs and gasps of people around him now that his headphones lay several feet on the ground to his right he glanced around then noticed the gunman standing at his feet.

"Fucking DOG! You ignore me like I'm nothing compared to you? Your kind is so high and mighty?!" shouted the man through his mask pointing the gun accusingly at Chad's head.

Shaking off the trauma he shakily got to his feet and chuckled...

"You know that's awfully rude..." he sarcastically ribbed the gunman. This, only causing the gunman's anger to rise more, provoked another whip. Only this time Chad was ready and as he swung for the side of his face again he quickly ducked under the barrel and stepped towards his attacker, lashing out with his left fist into his rib cage, feeling one of them break.

Furs have always been stronger than humans. It's just in their genetic make-up. Even a fur like himself, having not been much of a weight lifter, found it easy to almost double the strength of humans of the same age and build due to the density of their muscle.

The gunman crumpled to a heap on the floor and Chad quickly kicked the gun away from his hand then knelt on his back between his shoulder blades, effectively pinning him to the ground and crushing all the air out of him making it hard to breath. Even in his subdued state the mans apparent hatred for the furry race never abated.

"Get your fucking MANGY MONGREL HIDE OFF ME!" he rasped.

The cashier quickly called the police. The gunman, however, almost worked himself free and was squirming ferociously under Chad, who gripped his wrists and wrenched his arms around behind his back. The panther thought quickly and reached behind the counter, procuring a roll of packing tape and threw it to Chad, who promptly bound the gunman's wrists and ankles.

Moments later a squad car pulled up, lights casting an intensity of red and blue across the interior of the convenience store, as two uniformed men climbed out.

Chad, slightly shaken by the events that just unfolded tried to play it cool and walked over to the cooler and grabbed a Mtn. Dew as the officers escorted the gunman out and walked to the counter. Both he and the cashier laughed nervously as his hands shook so much he had a hard time counting out the money to pay.

Once back outside in the rain his nerves began to settle. He swigged deeply from the 24 oz. bottle and then capped it and slid it into his jacket pocket and was about to continue his stroll when the other officer stopped him for his statement on what happened. After writing hastily into a notepad he told Chad to get some disinfectant into the cut. His muzzle still throbbing from where the man had hit him began to sting as the rain fell upon it. Serving only to remind him that being the hero is a dangerous business and to not make it a regular habit to go running into crazed gunmen, as next time he might not get so lucky.

'Some day off' he thought to himself. 'first we don't get anywhere on the machinima, then I get hit in the fuckin' face by some lunatic. What else could possibly go wrong... shit why'd I say that, you never say that, because then something worse always happens.'

Just then his phone starts to ring.

"you have got to be fucking kidding, please don't be bad. Please please..." he moaned as he pulled the phone out of his pocket. He glanced at the number, "RESTRICTED". 'Fuckin great'. He flipped the phone up to his ear. "Hello?"

A voice masked by some software on the other line said "Chad, you need to do exactly as I say or else I will kill your entire family..."

"you have got to be fucking kidding me! Do you even know what I've been through today?!" Chad angrily shouted into the phone.

The voice no longer masked turning out to be Chad's best friend, a 6'2" human named Bobby, said "Woah dude its me, calm down, I was just messing with you."

"Jesus Christ dude you have the worlds worst fucking timing to pull that shit." Chad sighs in relief.

"Why what happened? Is everything ok?" said bobby, a hint of worry creeping into his tone.

"Yeah man, its all good, It'll probably be on the news... shit..." this all sinking in now. 'great that's all I need is for everyone I know to think of me as a damn fool hero'.

"dude what the hell? The news? What happened?!"

"you'll find out at 6 or 11 tonight I guess, but right now I gotta go, I'll call you tomorrow or something... right now I need to keep walking, and clear my head." Chad mumbled shaking his head back and forth.

"you didn't kill a hooker did you?" joked Bobby.

"dude not right now" chuckled Chad, the smile hurting his cut. "I really just need a minute."

"k, talk to ya later bud." said bobby.

"See ya."

'yeah' Chad flipped his phone back into his pocket and continued to walk back towards his apartment. He didn't even realize until he was almost halfway up the driveway that the rain had stopped. Maybe that's why he felt so vulnerable again... he turned the key in the lock and stepped into the foyer. Glancing towards his mailbox to see that it was empty he made his way to his door and went inside.

Shortly after taking his boots off and toweling off the excess rainwater he proceeded to reconnect his X-Box and grabbed his Triton headset. Popping Modern Warfare 3 into the disk tray he flopped onto the light brown leather of his couch as he decided he was going to take the edge off.

After an hour of pure pwnage, his pwnage, because he's not the greatest player at MW3, he decided he felt relaxed enough to go grab a bite to eat. He walked into the kitchen and popped on the small T.V. set on the counter next to his refrigerator in time to catch the 6 o'clock news.

"in other news, local man saves lives today in an armed robbery. More on this story just ahead" crackled the newscasters voice through the old speaker. Chad jumped hearing those words and having been raiding the fridge, cracked the back of his head off the freezer door.

"JESUS, like I didn't get hit enough today..." he mumbled rubbing the knot rising on the crown of his head. "as if that's the least of my problems now, I'm never gonna hear the end of this..." he sighed as he stared at a picture of himself captured via the stores security camera on the screen.

Five Seconds later his phone rang. He snatched it up off the table and while walking back into the living room looked at the ID, MOM... great... "hello?... no mom, Jesus mom calm down... mom, I'm fine... I'M FINE GOD. YES I KNOW I COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED... *sighs* YES MOM LOOK CALM DOWN, call me back after you get all the worry out of your system... I'm hanging up now... BYE MOM... I love you too. Bye." he sank down into his reclining chair, exhausted from the days events.

'Amazing how an adrenaline rush could wear you out. Or maybe that's just because I'm out of shape...' he thought to himself patting his stomach which growled in return... "oh yeah that's right, I haven't eaten all day yet..." he said aloud as he stood from his chair and loped over to the kitchen again.

"ACK!" he shouted startled by the fact that Ryan, a 6' 3" Panther, another of his friends, was sitting in his kitchen. "Christ man I know you're a ninja but really, you gotta stop breaking into my apartment like this! You always scare me!"

Ryan just leaned back, tipping the chair onto two legs and scoffed at Chad. "maybe if you were more of a ninja yourself you would have heard me, and really, I didn't break in, the window wasn't locked, something you really need to learn how to do."

"First off its still unlawful entry, second off, stop rocking on my chair your gonna snap the legs off, and third, if you were truly a ninja you'd dodge this!" Chad said hurling a pillow at him from the chair in the living room that was just around the corner of the doorframe.

Ryan tipped back trying to anticipate the throw but was caught off guard by the wall directly behind him and the chairs legs bucked out sliding on the tile floor, caught in the grout and snapped both legs off loudly at the point where they met the chair.

"Shit..." Chad chuckled. "guess I brought that one on myself, but it was still funny to see you fall on your ass. I thought you ninjas were supposed to be ever graceful."

"Yeah yeah" Ryan said sarcastically as he picked himself up from the wreckage. "Sorry bout the chair."

"Nah its not your fault, I didn't exactly think that one through myself..." Chad mumbled as he scratched behind his right ear with his paw. "so how the hell have you been? It's been too long since I've seen you, how's school goin?"

"its goin... I've been hella busy with a ton of homework... and Christ, physics is so boring, I mean what's the point! I already know if you dropped a baby and a whale off of the empire state building they'd both hit at the same time, not counting wind resistance of course..." he complained.

"Jesus dude you know your messed up in the head?" Chad laughed as he walked over and started cleaning up the chair. "and what's wrong with physics? I loved it when I took it back at the Voc (Vocational school)..."

"you want to take it for me? Be my guest" chortled Ryan as he leaned against the wall next to the table.

"nah, I dropped out for a reason dude, I hate school, I dunno if im ever gonna go back anytime soon. Anyway, what brings you out here at this hour? Shouldn't you be doing homework or something?" wondered Chad.

"Nothin, wanted to see what you had to eat fool..." Ryan said now rooting through his refrigerator.

"your wasting your time, I was just lookin' myself, I don't even have bread to make a sandwich, I was gonna go grocery shopping, wanna go?" Chad asked as he turned and grabbed his keys off the counter.

"nah I'll pass, 'sides I gotta get back to my dorm, I got to get to 120 on maple story..."

"You be careful with that, video games caused me to fail my first semester... don't fuck up like I did... I don't ever want to see someone in the same boat as me. What I did was stupid, and granted I will live with that for the rest of my life because I know what I'm doing, or at least I think I do," he noticed that his point was starting to be lost. "look just, stay in school, I don't want to see my friends throw their lives into the labor lines like I did..." Chad sighed.

"here I'll walk you out, but first..." Chad said as he walked over to his window. He thumbed the locks shut and smirked at Ryan. "no more unwarned visits please, next time you might find something you don't want to." shifting his voice to a very serious evil tone,

"sometimes I like to walk around naked." he warned, then burst into a fit of laughter as Ryan mock gagged.

Chad and Ryan left and went their respective ways. Ryan back to his college dorm and Chad to the store. Once there he found a good spot to park and went inside.

After a short thirty minutes Chad had gathered a loaf of bread, a gallon of milk, some lunch meat, TV dinners, a bag of salt and vinegar chips, nachos, salsa, a box of Ritz crackers, and a 24 pack of Mountain Dew and a case of bottled water. 'Kind of an uneventful ending to such an eventful day' he thought to himself as he unloaded the grocery bags into their respective areas of the apartment.

He then flopped onto his bed, kicked his shoes off, flipped his ceiling fan on and laid there staring at the blades as they chopped at the stuffy air of the apartment, wondering about how on earth he was going to handle work tomorrow knowing that 90% of his co-workers watched the news... before he knew it he was fast asleep.

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So there's Chapter one, again... Reworked with more detail, diversity and hopefully a least a little, or hopefully a lot better than the first time.