FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

He saw.

He saw a screen before him, donning letters and words in an unknown tongue. Then blackness that held for a count of five, and then the screen again, but with the words now coming to him effortlessly, as if he had been able to read them his entire life. There was a silhouette on the screen next to a mass of sliders and buttons, and he realized that he was witnessing a creation.

His focus slid to the first variable, labeled ' Species'. He watched the small blinking line at the end of the word type a few things. First, it typed crocodile, and he saw that the silhouette changed shape from being fairly human-esque into a more anthropomorphic, reptilian specimen that upon closer examination, would resemble a crocodile.

The line ate up what it wrote, and the reptilian morphed back into the shapeless definition of a body as the space was blank once more.

It then typed the word 'Wolf', and the body took on a canine appearance while maintaining the humanistic qualities. Two arms, two legs, though digitigrade, and a bushy tail adorned the figure, as well as a light coating of grey fur. The figure rotated a while as if on some pedestal, and he noticed that it was quite obviously male.

The line once again devoured the letters before it, and the familiar shadow took its place again.

The line just sat there, blinking at him as if it were deep in thought. Then it created more letters.

' What do you want to be?'

This caught him by surprise; he had not expected to be addressed by the line. He thought a moment, realizing that it was his own creation that he was witnessing. He mulled it over, and somehow he caused the line to spit out letters right where it left off.

' What do you want to be? Feline.'

The line promptly ate up the letters and soon all that was left on the line was the word 'Feline'. He watched as the human shape on the pedestal received the head of a generic, domesticated feline, and a rather slim body to accompany it, with paws and digitigrade legs, a nice fluffy tail, and two cat ears atop the skull. It, too, was male.

He was pleased. He had made a choice. The first of many, hopefully. He went to the next line. It was labeled ' Subspecies'. He promptly conjured the blinking line and assimilated the correct combination of letters to communicate.

'What do I put here?' He asked the line. It ate his letters and responded.

' Whatever you like.' It replied. Surely it must jest, the whole option almost seemed frivolous... whatever he liked? He recalled seeing a winged reptilian soaring through the air somewhere, and quickly forced the lines to eat the letters again before regurgitating them as a single, simple word.

' Dragon'.

The feline on the pedestal quickly grew more stocky in build, and several bony spines grew out of the cat's brow line, as well as several large, almost plate-like scales that overlapped each other, appearing on the outside of his forearms and shins. His paws grew a bit larger and his tail became slightly thicker, as if gaining more muscle. It lost its fur, and became rather draconic in appearance, covered in scales the same color as his fur, yet covered in small ridges near the tip, not quite making a crest, but definitely making a rather club-like growth at the end.

A new line appeared underneath, but this time it was a simple yes or no option.

' Wings:'

He thought about it, then typed yes just to see what it would do. A few numbers on a panel-like screen to his left changed. The panel was labeled ' Stats', and most of these 'stats' went down with the addition of 'wings'. The Draco-feline mix on the pedestal, however, gained two massive, scaled and membranous appendages on its back where its shoulder blades were located, unfurling into large, almost hand-like things with membrane spread between each finger. He didn't like them.

He deleted the 'yes' and instead typed 'no'. The wings disappeared and the dracoline resumed its non-winged state, as well as the 'stats' becoming restored.

Next was the ' Gender' option. It was currently set on Male, and the he wanted to keep it that way.

Underneath was a slider labeled 'Endowment'. He fiddled with it, watching in almost glee as the figure on the pedestal got aroused, his mixed draconic and feline heritages evident in his phallus. Naturally, it was large because of his draconic blood, yet slightly diminished because he was feline. This made for an above average length for the male, and a girth that was to be envied by many, the knotted and barbed organ reaching a nice eight or so inches in length, yet so thick that the feline had slight trouble getting his paw around it.

He messed with the slider, forcing it all the way to the right, and watching as the dracoline's cock enlarged to nearly twice its original size, but with stat detriments equal to that of wings. Not worth it. He set it back to default, taking pleasure in the dracoline's modest length, given his heritage, yet prizeable girth. He moved his attention beyond the slider, and watched with dismay as the dracoline's fleshy appendage disappeared back into its slightly plump sheath, nestled between his thighs above a pair of kiwi sized testes.

The next slider said 'Build'. The feline messed with that as well and saw, much to his delight, that the farther to the right he pushed the slider, the more muscled and masculine the draconine became, along with detriments and additions in stats that would attribute to such a build. More power and stamina but less speed and grace. He liked the rather slim look, but also enjoyed seeing the draconine with a slight build, evident even through his fur, which was still a rather colorless gray. He left the slider just above normal, giving the dracoline a slightly well-muscled look, yet keeping the grace and speed of the middle of the slider. He noted that the stats corresponding to how strong and how tough he was went up by one.

Next were the more personal options. He skimmed them all and filled in the form as follows.

Eyes:

_ _ Color: Blue

_ SubColor: Green_

_ Fur: _

_ _ Color: Burgundy

_ SubColor 1: Black_

_ SubColor 2: N/A_

_ Preferences: _

_ Hand Dominance: Left_

_ Ambidextrous: N/A_

_ Leg Dominance: Right_

_ Balanced vs Strong: Balanced_

_ Quick vs Tough: Quick_

_ Cunning vs Wise: Wise_

_ Spiritual vs Lucky: Lucky_

_ Hair: _

_ Type: Straight_

_ Growth: Mane_

_ Color: Purple_

_ SubColor 1: Burgundy_

_ SubColor 2: Black_

_ Length: Medium_

He looked at the dracoline now. He looked rather stunning, with dark burgundy fur covering his entire body, dark red stripes going horizontally around his body, much like a tiger's, and with light, almost Siamese blue eyes with the smallest tint of light green. He had a mane, going all aroung his head and his neck, except for his face, and it stopped at his collarbone, turning into a nice little 'v' and running down his stomach in an almost treasure trail down to his crotch, where the dark red, darker-than-blood colored, fur dusted his groin lightly, stopping before it reached his sheath. He had strong-looking legs and a powerful torso, with a definite build in his chest, abdomen, and arms, yet it was almost subtle. Providing strength and looks while not impeding movement or dexterity.

The pads on his paws were jet black, the color of onyx, as well as his tongue, his nose, and his cock, which made an appearance again as the dracoline spun slowly on his pedestal. He was in the final stages of creation now, but he couldn't help but wonder if there was something he had missed. He quickly scanned the panel once more.

He found it. The small option that had huge impact.

' Orientation:'

He bit his lip, looking at the dracoline's cock as it came back into view, and feeling a sense of... desire for it. He looked at the options supplied for 'Orientation'.

'Heterosexual'. It was accompanied by a male symbol and a female symbol.

'Bisexual'. It was paired with a triad of two male symbols, two female symbols, and a pairing of one male and one female symbol.

'Homosexual'. It was defined with two male symbols, or two female symbols, depending on which you are. He quickly selected 'Homosexual', and watched with an almost startled enjoyment as the dracoline's cock expanded, as well as his balls, and the figure gained more muscle mass and height. Not enough to really do much, but definitely enough to attract more attention.

He gazed at the figure slowly rotating, and his gaze drifted down to the small button at the bottom of the screen. It said one word.

' Done'.

He wasted no time in selecting and activating the button, and watched as the dracoline reached up and pressed the button as well. He stopped, and the paw stopped. He shook his paw, and he flexed his fingers as if grabbing something. What was this? He was the dracoline?

He had no time to ponder this, as the screen labeled 'Stats' popped up in front of him again. It read the following:

Name:_

There was that line again. He decided to create letters, to name himself, and was puzzled when he did not see the word, but rather heard it. Now, having had no other sensory stimuli other than vision, hearing was certainly a startling thing, and he looked about swiftly, before realizing the sound must have come from him. He repeated what he said.

"Rogue." His voice was deep and almost husky, yet it belied a smoothness underneath.

He nodded in satisfaction as his 'Stats' panel now read ' Name: Rogue'. He continued down the panel, looking at what it said.

Level: 1

** Hit Points: Max/38**

** Mana: Max/38**

** Class: Null**

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Strength: 5

** Endurance: 4**

** Dexterity: 7**

** Magi: 2**

** Spirit: 4**

** Intelligence: 5**

** Luck: 6**

** Appearance: 18/20**

He duly noted that the 'Appearance' 'Stat' was out of a total, so while subject to change due to environmental factors, it was nearly constant.

Dismissing the screen, he turned his attention to a distinct urge he... felt... pulsing between his thighs. It was almost like that area on his body hummed with energy, sending heat across the skin beneath his dark red fur. He looked down and saw that draconic-feline mixture of heritage that made up his cock. He didn't know why, but seeing it made him almost hungry, filling him with an innate desire to be satisfied, no matter what cost. He cautiously reached out with the leathery paw pads of his left paw and stroked the now nine inch length, his flesh responding in a pleasurable static that tingled along his exposed cock and travelled down the length until it reached his groin.

He liked the feeling very much, especially when he squeezed the knot at the base of his member, and even more so the feelings he experienced when he teased the barbs along the tip. Taking both paws, for he would have trouble trying to fit his entire girth in one, he encased his member and squeezed, rubbing along his entire length with small whimpers and moans as he thrust his hips into his hands, enjoying the yield of feelings derived from his venture of self-discovery. A sweet, almost cinnamon scent hit his nose and he inhaled deeply, scenting the air for the first time and smelling what he guessed was his natural scent. It warmed the back of his throat when smelled it, and it reminded him of a hot apple pie, even though he didn't know what an apple pie was.

A sudden urge hit him, and he instinctively got on the ground of the pedestal, laying on his back and lifting his legs up as his tail seemed to be moving of its own volition, the slightly thicker, nearly club-like end drifting towards his crotch before dipping lower to graze upon his ass, softly caressing the dracoline's behind. He purred with the feelings of soft stroking coupled with the thrusting into his own hands, but he gasped in shock and arousal when he felt his tail slowly pushing into him.

It felt good. It felt really good. It hurt too, but that didn't matter. The dracoline was suddenly seized with the lustful urge to fuck himself with his own tail. Freeing one of his paws from his cock, he brought it down to where his tail was and gripped the club-like end of it, pushing it into himself at a faster rate than before.

Pop.

The first ridge on his tail got past his anal ring, and it felt like it was on fire, but the fire sparked into an intense hum of electric energy as he pushed it in deeper, moaning loudly as he felt his tail inside of himself. He stroked himself with his free paw madly, copious amounts of almost clear liquid with that same cinnamon smell dripping out of the tip of his cock and lubricating his paw pads across the smooth, black surface of his shaft as the second ridge of his tail got past the barrier.

That was all he could handle, and before he knew it, Rogue was reaching an orgasm. Thick, white streams of liquid jetted out of his cock as he purred and moaned, arcing gracefully over his body before hitting him on the bottom of his chin, and all over his chest and stomach. His tail withdrew from inside of him with two more resounding _pop_s, and he licked himself clean, savoring the soft, cinnamon flavor of his cum that reminded him of a memory he never experienced.

Beyond the screen, a Swedish team of biologists, scientists, and programmers were congratulating themselves and slapping each other on the back as they watched a figure in a window of their computer screen finish cleaning himself before finally falling asleep. The window had a label.

It read: Kedja Resor.

In English, it read: Chain Travels.