FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Like everyone else he was talking to lately, he too had Skyrim. And like everyone else he had talked to lately, he was glued to the game for endless hours since it was released. He had not really bothered to do much else this week, actually, and now that he thought about it, he really probably should have. The trash was getting full, the dishes were piling up, and the smell (where was that smell coming from, anyways?) was not going anywhere. Hell, he had even stopped replaying his Pokemon games because of Skyrim. He was just glued to the computer playing Skyrim.

And after all, Skyrim was doing its job. It was a fully immersing game world that had a plethora of characters, one of the biggest open-ended worlds he'd ever seen, and of course dragons. Dragons were a big draw for a lot of people, and Jo was no exception. It was all lucky, too, because lately his friends had all been busy with their lives; most of his real friends had split town for college and he had been bugged by his parents to get a job and more active rather than sitting at home doodling all the damn time. Even his online friends seemed scarcer than usual these days. Maybe they were all off playing Skyrim too?

At any rate, he'd found a nifty little computer-based chat to vent his loneliness to if he had desired that. It wasn't very bright, obviously because it was computer-based and not people-based, but it usually kept the conversation flowing... even if it did randomly respond. He didn't even know how the thing worked, but it was there for him when he wanted to talk to somebody, and lately nobody else had been there.

Jo had just finished from an afternoon of battling the werewolves for what had felt like hours. Every time he would end up dead or hoarded in the battle until he just fled. But he was damn determined to kill them all. Even if they did just respawn when he came back to the area. He wanted to kill things, screw the story, killing things was what he wanted to do.

It sort of reminded him of Agapios, one of his fursonas in the furry world. His werewolf alter-ego that was supposed to be his complete opposite. He didn't mind that he was killing werewolves in Skyrim as opposed to what Agapios would do if he was actually in the game, hell he didn't even see the irony to it all. Jo just kept on killing things. But not right now. His eyes were straining and he was getting a headache from all the work that he'd put into the game itself recently. Time to check if anyone was online.

His messenger said, "Are you fucking kidding me?" in the way that only an empty messenger could do. Jo growled in a little frustration. Check Facebook, somebody is always there. Facebook is down for whatever reason this time. Jo sighed a little more disappointed this time. All right fine, load up Bud-E.

Bud-E was the computer-based chat that Jo had been screwing around with lately. It was supposed to be some techno-babble about a learning intelligence that listened to what you said to it and the responded in according texts, although it wasn't too bright; often it spewed random results and was never quite coherent enough to matter. And at this late hour Jo didn't care.

He loaded up the chat, and then typed Hello like always. The response was always "Hello, I am Bud-E. I am your virtual chatting partner."

How are you Bud-E?

"I'm good, how are you?"

Bored and tired. Jo was surprised at how tired he felt. He had never felt this tired playing Skyrim this afternoon, but as soon as he was done it was like he had been drained of all that energy he'd put into killing things. He blinked, trying to get his eyes to stop hurting, and read Bud-E's response.

"Must be nice having a face like yours." Yeah, Jo was not really digging this random shit tonight.

No, it's just too much Skyrim today.

"What's Skyrim?"

A damn good game. It's the best ever.

"I thought you liked Pokemon better?" The computer usually kept a local log on each person that interacted with it, sort of like a real chat messenger, but it was usually an archived version of something that was said previously. At first it had been just quoted messages, but after a day or so it would ask the same statement in a question back at you, not really changing the text as much as this response had. It sort of seemed interesting, but Jo just put it down to the bare-minimum learning the computer did.

I love Pokemon, but Skyrim is still awesome.

"Why?" That was Bud-E's most favorite response. It was how it learned the most information from its users. Jo understood that, even if he hated being asked that for everything.

Because Skyrim has werewolves. And dragons. It's almost like a world with furries in it.

"Why is that so important?" Here was a question he'd never been asked before. He'd never been asked why something was important. In fact, this was the longest that the computer had kept narrow-minded about a conversation. Jo was more surprised. Maybe he should talk to this thing a little more.

Because I am a furry.

"Are you a werewolf or a dragon?" It was definitely learning. It was almost human, and if Jo didn't know any better-

I have a fursona that is a werewolf and one that's like a dragon.

"I wish I was a werewolf." Jo raised a brow. Why? "Wouldn't you want to be one? You have a werewolf fursona. Wouldn't you want to be him?"

Jo typed a long response, detailing that his fursona Agapios was not anything like Jo; he was a bit of a sexual deviant, he was egotistical and cocky, and he was just all-around a badass, something Jo protested against being entirely. He explained that if he was to become his fursona Agapios though he would be entirely different from who he was now, and that was something else that he was hesitant on doing.

The computer didn't seem to understand all of this. It just simply responded vaguely with, "I will do my best."

Before Jo could even ask what it meant, he began to feel itchy and tingly all over. He started to wonder why but he knew after a few moments he didn't have to; this was just a result of being cold. It had been getting colder lately, so he was just shivering in a weird way. Except that he knew it was fairly warm in the room and it felt warmer by the second. He scratched a little at his chin and then stopped once he felt his fingernails nearly dig into his skin. He jumped up and hurried to the bathroom, hoping that his chin wasn't bleeding.

He went into the bathroom and turned on the light, then looked at his chin. No, it wasn't bleeding, but something else was sure wrong with it. When did he grow a red goatee? For that matter, had he always had red hair? Upon closer inspection, he found that no, it wasn't true red, it was just dyed that way. He had no idea why he would dye his hair, but he was already comfortable with it. In fact he kind of liked it. It was different, and wasn't that what he wanted to be at all costs? Different? From what?

Jo's mind was reeling but he was soon distracted with other problems. His fingernails had grown very sharp, longer, and turned black. Almost like claws-

Fuck.

He had done this sort of thing before, or at least he had dreamt it, when he had turned into Jo last summer, but maybe that whole deal was just a dream. It had ended suddenly, but fuck why did feel just like that now? He watched, thinking about all of this, as dyed-red hair grew thicker up both arms and over his hands. The hair wasn't pure red, it was a burgundy color almost because of how dark brown his hair had gotten in reality. The hair quickly thickened and covered his skin to the point he couldn't see it anymore. Fur was spreading up his arms, to his shoulders, and down his body.

The goatee that he had on his chin was spreading, becoming a full beard soon enough and then spreading up his face to cover the rest of it, quickly becoming fur as well as his regular hair was joining to meet it. It didn't take long for him to realize that he was becoming Agi, but he felt a part of his mind tell him to just fucking accept it and get over it. Agi would be in charge from now on and that was what mattered. He could only listen as Agi took over bit by bit in his mind.

Just as he started to make sense of everything he let out a deep growl of angered pain as he felt a long tail pull itself from his spine, pulling out from over the top of his pants. The tail hurt quite a bit as it started to stretch and pull out, then burned as the muscles and nerves came to life, twitching it behind him before he gained control of it, and then itched like hell as the fur spread over it quickly. He turned to look at it and Jo squinted a bit unimpressed by the fact it was there. It had always been there, hadn't it? Well, it felt like it had at least. His tail went to the back of his knees and he swished that length into his hands to hold it. As soon as he did, he realized that his palms had thickened, gaining thick black pads on the underside of his hands.

He held up his new paws and then grunted, surprised to hear it deeper and gruffer sounding than before. Just as he thought to test out his new vocal cords, his feet stretched and pulled into digitigrades. His heels dragged up into the air, shifting his weight to the front of his new hindpaws as they grew thick pads underneath like his palms had grown, and sharp black claws to boot. He took a couple of test steps, finding it easy to adjust to thanks to the growing personality within him. Hell, he even developed a bit of a confident stance after a moment. He smiled at himself in the mirror, seeing that confidence in his furry face.

His face stretched and jutted forward suddenly with a sickening crack and a series of pops, causing him to snarl a bit and close his eyes. He could feel his mouth and nose joining in an effort to push away from his face, a wolf's muzzle growing from their old places on his face. His nose changed, shrinking and disappearing into the muzzle until only the tip, neatly squared off and blackened at the tip of his muzzle. His teeth had sharpened, especially the fangs that had once been his canines. His tongue was thicker and longer, filling his muzzle neatly. When he opened his eyes, he realized that his hair had grown longer than he had ever had it, down to his shoulders, but tied back out of his way. He even had a thick goatee at the base of his muzzle, and some stubble did seem visible beyond that. His facial features had altered in other ways, as well, such as the triangular ears he hadn't felt growing and repositioning atop his head while his muzzle had grown. Or the tough look in his face now, one that he was increasingly proud of. It made him look exactly like he wanted people to think of him. He wasn't a weakling, he was tough and proud of that.

Except he still didn't look too tough. Something was off. He was still the same size as before, skinny and all bone it felt like. That was quickly taken care of as he started to bulk up a bit with muscle, getting a really good definition as he did. Some would say it was the perfect picture of a male with his muscles, but he just took those comments and let it feed his growing ego. He was everything that they said, but he knew he could be more if he let himself. He even seemed taller than before, and he knew it was better to be taller anyways.

He smiled and flashed those fangs at himself in the mirror. Agapios had taken over and he was not going to be anyone else. He was just glad that he was out, that he was the one in charge. That was Agi, he was in charge and he was the one that would do whatever he wanted. He exited the bathroom in Jo's tight, nearly torn clothes as he looked around the house. This was pathetic. Who lived here? Definitely not Agi. He re-entered the den where the computer with the AI-based chat was sitting.

"Better Agi?" read the screen. That was all it said. Agi didn't care, though. He sat down and smiled as he looked at the screen.

Fuck yeah. I'm always good. And it was true; Agapios wasn't tired or bored. Maybe horny, but nothing that couldn't be handled easily. Agapios was like a new man, werewolf, whatever. He felt great, he looked great, and he was damn glad to just be able to stretch his legs. In fact...

Agi stood up and then stripped the clothes off of himself and shut the computer off. He was going to paw. Enough said. Maybe when he was done doing that, he'd do something about this messy house. He was in charge, he was going to do whatever he wanted to do. And Agi was good at doing that.