FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The city lights began slow, but quickly accelerated upward until they hit the car roof, disappearing without so much a blink. Two streams of these floating fluorescent tubes marked the sides of the highway, brightening the road and concrete crash barriers into a road-worker orange.

It was late night, 11:43 according to the radio, playing a low *bzzzzz* hum from an inactive radio channel. Ryan knew the clock was probably off by up to maybe a quarter of an hour.

He shrugged his shoulders back, and staving off a yawn. He'd been at a late night humanities lecture at the inner-city university, and was on his way back home, having still not had dinner yet. Angry noises grumbled around inside of Ryan, putting him furthur off his driving, maintaining concentration on staying in the right lane, despite the lack of other motor vehicals.

"That's it, I'm heading to Gary's M&B. Don't care if it's the second time this week, I'm starving!"

Turning off the highway, Ryan headed off to the local burger joint in his rather below-average looking second hand car. University fee's never left that much breathing room in the 'car pimping' department. Taking a left, he ended up in the slightly-too-large parking lot, that was a conjoint lot for both the mall and burger place. The place gave Ryan the shivers at night, enough for him to look left and right first as he got out for any... potentially disturbing passerbys.

He wandered over to the building itself now, heading for the giant neon burger fitted on a rotating sign that stopped working about a year ago. He has a dull brown overcoat for dark nights like this, which bulked his already rather large body furthur. He tall for a human, high enough to hit doors if he wasn't careful, with a sturdy headshape and short orange hair. Ryan didn't care about the 'ginger' jokes he always got, although he never started them himself.

Approaching the entrance, he could see the interior rather clearly from about ten feet from the glass. Only two people were eating at the time, an old couple by the looks of it, their car being the only other one in the empty lot. At the register was a single employee this late, that strange cat-girl who got the job two months ago.

Ryan visited Gary's once a week on friday, and there was about a rough fifty-fifty chance she'll be at the till when he arrived. She seemed to have taken a liking to him, ignoring a lady who was in queue once to serve him instead, and giving back a bit too much change on the occasional day. Ryan didn't mind her for doing these little things, but wished she wouldn't be so blatent about it in public (especially when that customer got a little angry, and she just poked a tounge at her).

She was leaning on the desk right now, lazily drawing circles into the desk with her claw. She was a tiger breed, and so had short, shiny orange hair on her back much like the orange cast over the road earlier, with black stripes going from her spine to the soft white fuzz on her belly and chest. A black strip went down her spine too, stuttering into orange at the base, alternating into bands of warm black and lighter peach colours up the tail.

Often she wore an employee apron during the day, but she wasn't as usual for the time of night. The conservative-minded would furrow and frown at naked furs, but the cat-girl wasn't the type to care. If anything, she displayed more of her curves, pushing out her fur-covered breasts over the counter further, and gaining the attention of more than a few males in the vicinity.

I pushed the glass door open, her triangle ears to twitching upwards as her blue eyes flew wide open. She immediately started to spew out a greeting.

"Hi! Welcome to Gary's meat and buns, where we won't cease to please!.... Oh!, Hey Big guy, didn't think I'd be seeing you again so soon."

She seemed genuinely pleased to see Ryan, leaning forward on both her elbows dreamily onto the desk, paws under chin. He laughed a bit, low and hearty, before approaching the desk as well.

"Well, I was hungry, decided to pop in again. I'll have a Big'n'beefy, combo please."

"Mmmm, you know, I could do with a 'Big'n'beefy' too you know.."

She gave a wink before Ryan could say anything, and sidled around the warmer tray to pull out the order. Instead, he just continued his laugh, scratching the back of his head. She was a bit... forward, that's what was strange about her. His meal was instantly scooped up and presented on a tray. Most fast food places didn't have warmer racks anymore, but no one goes to a Gary's M&B for a fresh meal anyway.

"Would you like something else with that?" "No that'll be fine, uhh, $4 right?"

Ryan fumbled his pockets, he didn't have his wallet on him. He muddled around with his fingers, but couldn't find any loose change either.

"Uhhhhh.."

Suddenly, her eye's glinted. It lasted only a second, but it was noticable. A sly crease edged itself along her mouth, forming into a fullout smile.

"You're hungry Big guy, I can see it. Go eat up, I believe I can think of.... another form of payment."

Ryan gulped, taking the meal over to an empty seat. As soon as he sat down, he wolfed half the burger in a matter of a few seconds, sloppy tomatos, onion, beef.... Ohhhhh the beef..... all in one go. Chewing a bit slower, he looked over to the counter to see the Cat-girl staring at him, leaning onto her paws again with half-lowered eyelashes. She noticed that he was looking at her, so she traced a finger down the side of her check, poking her little pink tongue out, just to lick it on the tip of her claw.

...He didn't even know what it meant, only that it was immensely disturbing. He didn't even know her name. Trying to occupy himself, he looked over at the old couple. They seemed way to old to be eating at a fast food joint, especially at this late hour. They were people, but Ryan could almost imagine them a pair of senile tortoises, with slooow chewing, and careful movements. Their eye's were held so far closed it was a mystery as to if they could even see. It would probably take them hours to finish their meal.

"Maybe that's why they're still here, Hehehe."

Finishing the burger, Ryan looked up at the counter, stroking his short cropped hair again. There was no way out of this one. She beckoned him closer with a single claw, the one she licked earlier.

Gulping again, Ryan moved up to the counter, smiling as if he didn't see any of her seductive gestures. She leaned over, the cleavage between her breasts becoming more apparent as she looked up at him, gazing into his eyes.

"Get over the counter."

"I... uhh, what?"

"Tell me your name, and get over the counter. I'm Tessa."

"Uhhh... Tessa? I'm Ryan."

He turned and looked over at the old couple, who had apparently noticed nothing. His overcoat slipped down his back, and when he turned back to see what Tessa was doing, it was neatly swiped right off his body, and dragged over the counter.

"Oops, you dropped your coat Ryan. You should come and pick it up off the floor."

He was blushing intensely now, shaken by both her dexterity, and by the fact that he had absolutely no choice now if we wanted to get his beloved coat back. It cost a pretty penny, and he'd had it for a few years now. He was in only his casual shirt he wore to the lecture, dark blue with an abstract design on it, and his long trousers which matched the coat, so he wore it for whenever he was travelling outside.

With a jump, he put a leg over the counter, and slid himself across the desk. It was rather high, so it took a bit of effort, but in no time, he was over. He glanced at the old couple to see if they had seen anything, but they were too involved with raising a few frys to their faces. From on the other side of the desk, he could easily see now that Tessa boosted excellent thighs and curved waist, which he could see from behind the counter. Also, she was maybe a foot shorter than him, her eyes looking up to his with almost a fire inside.

"Oh, nevermind. Let me get that for you."

Before he could protest, she knelt to the floor, his buckle flying undone in the sweep of a paw, the cloth of his trousers going limp like it had it's neck snapped, flailing down around his feet. He tried to back away, and started to yell when a claw tip lay itself on his mouth. She was level with his boxers, but she looked up and whispered, her ears twitching on her head.

"Ryan, you've owed me a bit now. This is what I want. You're not going to say no, are you?"

She looked like tears were about to come out of those ocean blue eyes, he couldn't stand it. He shook his head furiously.

"Good. Then, I want to see you, Big guy..."

She lowered her clawed fingertip, bringing it close to his boxers. Tugging it down, she pulled it over his now hardening shaft, which rather sizable for a human. Tessa gripped it lightly in one paw, retracting her nails. Ryan couldn't help but let out a soft moan as she ran her hand down the shaft, and back up to the head. She leaned forward, kissing the tip before sucking it into her tight mouth.

He couldn't believe this was happening, in public too.

Leaning into his crotch, the Cat-girl began pumping her mouth over his cock, one hand making it down to her own burning need and starting to ease the pressure. She was kneeled on the floor, an arm between her legs, another on his cock starting to twist and feel whenever his shaft left her mouth. Little sloops could be heard between her legs, moans escaping both Ryan and Tessa as they started to rock together behind the counter. Her teeth slid along the sides of his member, adding to the pleasure.

"W-hhhy sir, I didn't think you worked here, hmmm?"

Stunned, Ryan turned to see the lady from the old couple standing in front of him, half keeled over from a faulty back. She stood there shaking, before opening her mouth again, a lack of dentures exposing all her gums.

"Where'd the furry lady go?"

Instinctively, Ryan looked down, the Cat-girl hidden behind the counter as she gave him a hard suck, looking up at him. He made a rather pathetic whimpering sound pleasure, before facing the lady. Apparently she hadn't heard him.

"Sh-she's around the back. I.. uhh *Ehhhk*, uhh, what do you n-need?"

She had squeezed his balls in the middle of his sentance, uncontrolable in her lust, her fingers working up a flood under her, dribbling all over her calves. His coat was getting covered in the juices she was leaking. She kneaded his sack, distracting him furthur from the unknowing lady.

"I just need some salt dearie. Two packets please."

He looked quickly under the desk, past the obsessed girl, and saw the salt packets on the other side of her. Reaching over, he tried to bend around the girl to grasp at the salt, all sitting in a box. Taking advantage of the new angle, Tessa moved onto all fours, Taking in another full inch of rock hard cock. Ryan stiffled a moan, resulting in him drolling onto the base of her tail, as he tweezered the salt packets between two fingers and brought them back up to the lady. She was none the wiser of what was going on.

"Thank you dearie, you're a good boy, you know that?"

She toddled off slowly, leaving Ryan and Tessa slapping into each other, with her still on all fours, fingers going crazy inside her heated vent. It was too much for her. Removing her mouth, she grabbed his sack, and pulled down. Without warning, Ryan was forced to collapse onto his knees or feel the burn on his poor balls. He was about to say something in exclamation, but she just shoved his chest back.

Hitting the tiles, partially landing on his clothes, Ryan felt his legs being tugged out from under him. Left fully on his back, she crawled over his body, and lined up her vent. The fire in her eye's was roaring behind the blue sheen.

"Sorry Ryan."

Her heated tunnel surrounded his shaft, reviving him from an inner sleep he never knew he was having. She slid his shirt off, and pressed her white, downy fur all over his body, the gorgeous lumps of her breasts smoothering his chest in unheard of softness. Her hips had a mind of their own, pistoning up and down without concern for her upper body, locked in gaze with Ryan himself. Her tail whipped around them, dancing ever so close to the top of the desk. She pumped her body over him, her fur ruffling on his own smooth chest.

She pulled her head to Ryan's, and began kissing him. Her mouth was so narrow, but longer than a humans- Ryan still couldn't understand how he fitted in there before. Her raspy tongue darted into his mouth, and he carressed it back with his own thick one, licking and nipping the muzzle she had placed so near him.

When she pulled back, she balanced herself over his cock, continuing the thrusts. Closing her eyes in escstasy, all she could do was feel over her breasts, carressing herself on top of him. Ryan saw her need, and lent forward, placing his own hands on her hips, running his fingers through the fur up to the luscious lumps. She opened her eyes and gasped, giggling at how he was opening up.

Just as the pressure within began to build up inside him, the hot tunnel he was piercing starting to rumble around his shaft, a horse voice hammered over the desk.

"HEY! Stupid fur, the Missus needs some ketchup! Could I have a sachet. Please."

In fear, Ryan stared up at the face leaning heavily over the counter, the oldman with crinkled cheeks and a bushy brow. He was only just far enough forward for Ryan to see him from the floor, but thankfully he didn't appear to have seen him yet. Tessa jolted to stand upright, a lewd slurp emiting from her pussy as his aching shaft slipped out, looking at the customer in the eye with a beaming smile.

"Hi! Welcome to Gary's meat and buns, where we won't cease to please!"

"Well, live up to your name and give me some ketchup dammit! Stupid furs think they run all the shops these days."

Instead of leaning down for the sachet, as Ryan expected, she crouched down onto his still-standing shaft, enveloping it within her valvet walls again. He groaned in pleasure silently, as she began to grind her hips in circle, hovering over him as she sifted the cupboards under the counter for the carton of plastic sachets. It felt heavenly, her vent pulsing softly up his cock, sucking him up towards her while he dared not move in case the man realised what exactly was right behind the counter.

Agonising pleasure, both from the taboo of public sex, to the lap-dancing cat on top of him, nearly drove him insane. He felt his cock pulse, almost at the point of no return...

...when her pussy withdrew off his member, her own nether lips quivering with need as she stood up to hand the packet to the rather disgruntled customer.

"Here you go! Anything else sir?"

"No. I mean, no thanks."

He ambled off, back to his table. She waited a bit, smiling a fake smile, before turning back to Ryan. Her face was cracking under the pressure, the lust forming into a blaze in her eyes once more. She pulled him by his arm off the floor, roughly shoving Ryan around the warmer rack, somewhat more out of view. She leaned up close, pushing him against a wall, both clawed paws leaving scratches on his shoulders.

"I can't take this anymore Ryan! The interruptions are killing me!"

She faced away from him, bending onto all fours, displaying her wide rump and dripping lips for all to see, tail held high into the air like... well, a cat in heat.

"Pound me Big guy. Give me all of that Rock, Hard, Swollen..."

He didn't need more enticement, his libido already heightened by two denials already. He grabbed her hips with both hands, and slammed into the dripping valley ahead. She meow'd loudly, his shaft stretching her open yet again, penetrating deep into her body with the full force of the 'Big guy' behind it. He couldn't hold back, humping into her groin brutally, but she was loving it. Scratching over the tiles, she tried to gain friction on the ever-wetting floor which began to puddle with fluids.

The pulsing ache wasn't going to let this last long however. His sack slapped onto Tessa's clit, making her flinch in pleasure with every deep thrust, the human really rutting the cat-girl. With three last thrusts before impending release, he hurled himself deep into her suckling tunnel, hitting the back wall of her hole. She snarled and stiffled a scream as her orgasm hit, milking and pulling his cock deeper into her on the last go.

With an explosion of relief, a wave after wave of cum spewed out into Tessa's burning hot tunnel, overflowing it quick enough for it to jet around Ryan's shaft as he pummeled into her repeatedly. The jizz flew over the tiles, joining the puddles of fluid, dripping out around her pussy and dribbling into the fur. The afterglow surged through the pair, both rocking into each other slowly as the remaining fluid inside her slushed around.

She looked over her shoulder, gazing up at him without focus. She was in utter bliss. Slowly straightening herself up, she pressed her back into Ryan to sandwich him against the wall, still penetrated on his shaft.

Her face was upside down, staring up at Ryan, everlasting pearls of blue swirling with the excitment over the course of.... what was only seven minutes. He couldn't help but laugh at the cute, sex-deluded face she wore, bringing a little pink tongue to stick out of her muzzle.

"That was gooood Big guy. How about my place for round two?"

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