FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The sunset blared stunning shades of orange and gold as the two furs walked up the hill to their apartment. Zen glanced sideways at his companion, Miranda. They had been discussing their plans for the upcoming semester break.

"I think I'm going to head to Okinawa for a couple weeks. See my folks at the base, you know." Miranda's voice was nearly drowned out by the roar of a passing motorcycle.

"I'm a little jealous... my parents wont pay for a ticket back home. I guess I'll just chill out in the apartment." Zen smiled softly. The prospect of being alone for so long was quite enticing.

"You could always come visit, I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind seeing you again."

"Oh I doubt-" Zen started.

"Nope, it's decided." Miranda ran around in front of him and took his shoulders, "Instead of sitting in the apartment alone, smoking copious amounts of suspect substances, you're coming down with me." She smiled intently.

"Ah... ok. I'll go." Zen smiled weakly, "It'll be nice to get out of the city for a while. Though I was looking forward to the copious whatnots..." Miranda swatted at him playfully.

Their building was only a half-mile from the station, but the place seemed to be built on a slice of heaven. Trees and bushes adorned the exterior of the five-story brick building. Vines grew up trellises placed in between the balconies, giving the whole place a very Western look. The building had, in fact, been built shortly after the war; a lot of American architecture was used for the cheaper buildings. This meant that the building was dominated by gaijin immigrants. But the fifth floor, where the two made their home, was mostly empty. It had been intended as a suite for the building owner, so the main elevator didn't go that far. The rent had been too cheap for Zen to pass up.

A quick jaunt up the stairs brought them to their door. Their apartment was fairly large, considering it was only forty minutes from Harajuku. The main room served as a living room, dining room, and kitchen. A door in the back led them to a small hallway, which split left and right for their respective rooms. The bathroom was in the back, connected to both rooms.

Zen turned left into his room and closed the door. He dropped onto his bed and closed his eyes. He could hear Miranda in her room, playing guitar. He had met Miranda in the 8th grade. She was an American; her parents were both military. They moved her to the base in Okinawa a year before they met.

Zen had been visiting his grandparents in Okinawa when they met. She had run him over with her bike while coming around a particularly sharp turn. He was furious until he turned and saw her standing there. He stood, jaw agape, as the pure-white-furred vixen apologized profusely in hilariously mispronounced Japanese. The fox's hair had been a striking shade of silver - she had dyed it to match her eyes since then. He had stared into those icy-blue eyes for several seconds before snapping out of his trance.

They became quite the inseparable pair; Zen spent every second of his visit in her company. They exchanged e-mails when he left, but they didn't see each other again. They reunited when the two attended Tokyo University. It had been a meeting of chance - but a happy one, nonetheless. She still wore the same swept bangs, and she hadn't grown much since their last encounter. In any sense of the word. It didn't take long for the two to rediscover their friendship - their chemistry.

Zen had fallen for her. All the pieces had really fallen into place when the two got an apartment together. All but one. That piece is what kept him from asking her for a serious relationship.

Zen's phone began ringing and buzzing - an alarm he had set up. He walked up and started getting ready for a shower.

"What would she think of me if she saw me tonight?" He mused out loud. No one except his viewers knew his secret. What would she say? What if... what if she liked it? Zen smiled, thinking about his adventure. What would happen if she got introduced to Miranda?

He stripped off his clothes and walked to the full length mirror on his bathroom door. He was a cute fox - short and slender, with a small face. His fur was a brilliant shade of royal purple. His hair was jet black, and worn in a girl-ish bob. Zen's cock grew larger as he thought about himself and what he would be doing later. Grabbing on he gave it a few pumps and it grew to a satisfying size.

Zen opened the footlocker at the end of his bed. After digging through layers of junk he came to what he was looking for: a shoebox. Opening the shoebox yielded a bottle of clear liquid and a large syringe-like device with a rubber tube.

Zen took the enema and drew some liquid from the bottle. He turned to the mirror and watched as he inserted the tube a few inches into his anus. He clenched tight as he slowly pushed down on the plunger. The rush caused him to nearly cry out loud, but managed to stifle his ecstasy. Now the fun part... waiting.

Zen tried to sit in his desk chair, but he felt as though he wouldn't be able to hold it, so he just stood. His cock stood at at throbbing attention, begging for release. He wrapped his fingers around it and gingerly began to masturbate. He had to stop himself from blowing his load too early... nothing ruined the show quite like not having enough cum. After 5 minutes he couldn't hold it anymore and rushed into the bathroom.

"Made it!" Zen exclaimed. As he emptied he began to urinate. That was a slight miscalculation, as he had wrapped his hand around his cock, again. He soaked himself with his own urine. Licking up what landed on his face and arms, he made sure to clean all of his pee off of the floor and toilet.

Zen decided to take another enema, this one while he showered. He applied it, but he pushed the plunger much faster, causing him to yelp. After several second of pained silence, Zen decided that Miranda hadn't head him because of her music. Thank goodness.

A quick shower later an Zen was ready for his long night. He finished his enema and gave his ass a few slaps. He blow dried his hair and fur and styled it nicely. Still nude, he exited the bathroom. And proceeded to one of his closets.

Along the back of Zen's room was a set of two closets. Taking a key from his the pocket of his pants he walked to the left one. Opening it revealed hanging t-shirts and shoes on the floor. He took the shirts and threw them on his desk. He pushed on the back of the closet until a panel gave way, revealing a keyhole. A quick turn of the key and the back of the closet yielded its way into an old utilities room, long forgotten by the building staff.

Zen walked into the room. He had made it over from a drab, gray utility room into a private escape for the naughty fur. The walls were now black, with the pipes accented in in a pinkish hue. The room had been outfitted with some furniture: a cot, a dining room table with a matching chair, a bar stool, an easy chair, a dresser, a desk, and a stand-alone closet. All of the furniture had been "liberated" from the other rooms on the floor, which remained unused.

Zen walked over to the desk and opened up his laptop. The machine instantly recognized several cameras set up around the room and began forwarding the feeds to Zen's web host. It would be an hour or so before the live show started, Zen had plenty of time.

He opened the dresser and smiled as he stared at his collection. Bras, panties, skirts, blouses, stockings, corsets... anything a little slut-fur like Zen could want. He pulled out his previously prepared lingerie. Tonight he was planning on formal wear.

He pulled the panties on over his enraged cock. The black satin teased the tip of his cock even more. Next followed his chastity device; it looked like a pair of leather boyshort panties with locks. He left the locks on the table and squeezed his cock into its prison, Then he pulled on his black satin strapless bra. After hooking it, he took his prosthetic breasts and slipped them into the bra. He wasn't into huge breasts, so they were only A-cups.

He attached several electric pads to his feet and inner thighs. He pulled his black thigh-highs up, making certain the wires from the pads ran up the back of his legs and attached the garters hanging from the chastity panties. He gave them a couple sharp snaps to ensure they were connected tightly.

Next came the dress... a beautiful, black, knee-length prom dress. The front was a 'V', which just below his bra line. Thankfully the prosthetic breasts sported the same color fur as Zen's, so one quick waist cinch corset later and you never would have known Zen was a boy.

He walked to his closet and took out a pair of black patent peep-toe pumps with locking ankle straps. It had been his greatest triumph when he learned how to sexy-walk in 5-inch heels. He slipped his paws into them... the feeling of heels was the greatest. Nothing beat a good pair of stilettos. Except maybe being forcibly fucked while wearing them...

He took a look at himself in a mirror on the wall... the chastity device hid his bulge perfectly. Zen had transformed into the beautiful Felicia Fox, professional self-bondage tranny fox-boy. He turned to the main camera and smiled (premium subscribers payed $30 a month to see his cams whenever they were up. Nearly 2000 people had just watched him become a girl.) He walked to the desk and typed in the command to allow normal subscribers to view the cams. According to the computer, more than 5000 people were watching him.

"Hey, all you big sexy boys," he said in his most sultry voice, "I hope you didn't paw off too much while I was getting ready." Zen traced the path from right under his cleavage to his crotch. "I'm not quite finished, though." He said with a wink and a twirl.

"In case this is your first time, please stick around for as long as you like... once I'm tied up I won't be going anywhere until morning..." As he spoke was was laying out cuffs and his collar. "Please log into the chat room now and vote for how you'd like to see me tormented," He took this time to go back to the mirror and apply his makeup. Having done it for so long, he was quite adept. Black mascara, eyeliner, and a metallic pink eyeshadow.

"The results are in and you've chosen... oh dear..." Zen frowned playfully, "Strappado, with a forced bend!" Zen smiled into the main camera, "You guys are terrible! Picking on a little girl like this..." Zen wrapped his collar around his neck, locking it in place. He turned to the camera again.

"How will you gag me?" He finished attaching his ankle, thigh, tail, and wrist cuffs while the machine tabulated the votes. "I could see that coming from a mile away." Zen said as he pulled a muzzle gag from a drawer. "These are the last intelligible words you'll hear from me tonight. Enjoy my body, Masters." He put on his submissive voice to really get the audience.

He placed the ball in the back of his mouth and pulled the straps around his head. It was a trainer style gag, with straps under his jaw and over his head. A leather panel wrapped his muzzle tight, making it impossible for him to speak. He made a few pathetic noises into the camera. Zen imagined that action alone caused a few of them to come.

Next came his torture devices... Zen was a sucker for pain. He attached several more pads to himself; two on his nipples, four on his ass, and four on his abs. Next he took a specially made stim ring and set it around the base of his cock. He ran all of the wires through a velcro cable organizer on one of his garters. He opened a drawer and took out his favorite toy... a huge electro-stim dildo.

The dildo was a recreation of a dog's cock. It was nearly eight inches long and had a two-and-a-half inch knot. He licked around the tip for a few moments before giving it the deep-throat lube treatment. The taste of silicone made him gag for a moment. He dropped his chastity panties and turned to face the main cam. He gave himself a second before plunging the massive piece into his puckered boy-pussy.

The feeling of having such a large cock inside him was amazing. His cock (which had been subdued by the pressure of the panties) hardened instantly. He fucked himself while doubled over at the waist and rubbing his pulsing member. The anticipation was killing him, and pre was already flowing out in a slow stream.

He pressed the knot up against his anus and moaned into his gag as he tied. A spurt of cum shot from his cock, landing on his shoes. He felt as though he was being ripped, and it would only get worse. When connected to the generator, the dildo would really tie, increasing its diameter to nearly four inches.

Next came the hard part... putting himself into a tight strappado. Thankfully Zen had been an engineering student before he decided to study music. The keys for most of the locks were placed into a time-lock safe. One key was hung close to Zen's hands from one of the ceiling pipes, this would release the locks that held his cuffs to the chains which also hung from the pipes. Looking closely you would notice that each chain was spun off of a small winch. The triggers for the winches were all wired into a foot pedal close to Zen, he would trigger it to chain him tight when he was ready. The winches would automatically stop pulling when they felt too much strain, so Zen wouldn't get pulled apart. They were also time-locked, and would remain tight until 5:45AM.

The chains ran through a pulley, each of which was mounted on movable bracket. He could change the position depending on how they were set. He set three below him, two for his knees and one for his collar chain. He set one above him for his wrists. He would be doubled over a pipe at his waist. The system was truly brilliant, if a little unsafe.

Zen ran a chain down his back and connected it to his tail cuff, it pulled both his tail and the hem of his dress up off his ass, which was wonderfully accentuated thanks to the leather of his chastity panties.

Zen took the power box for all of his toys and set the pattern to random. He also set the timer to three hours, with five minute breaks every ten minutes. The machine would cycle devices and intensity randomly; he was in for a long night. He plugged in the leads for all of his toys and stepped into place.

A pipe running in front of his ankles had two D-rings welded to it, to which Zen locked both of his ankle cuffs. Next, he took the chain running up the center and locked it to his collar. He connected his knee cuffs to the chains below him. By crossing them he ensured that his knees would be pulled together while his ankles were forced apart by the pipe. Then he took the chain behind him and locked his wrist cuffs onto the last link in the chain. With a little bit of dexterity and luck, he managed to get everything set.

'Point of no return,' he thought as he taped the foot pedal. The winches callously drew him into beautiful strappado. His ass was forced high into the air as his head was drawn further down. He looked up at the camera directly in front of him with a pitiful squeak. Pressing the foot pedal also set the power box to pick a random interval between 10 seconds and 5 minutes before powering on.

The time spent waiting was unbearable. Zen could feel his raging cock trying to straighten out under his chastity device. He could feel the soft nylon on his fur, as well as the tightness of his dress... he looked amazing, and there were thousands of other people who would agree. He wanted to get off so bad, his cock was throbbing and he hadn't even been shocked yet.

The cuffs bit into him, keeping him held tightly. He struggled for the camera, pulling against his bonds. He could feel the dildo's knot rubbing up against his inner walls... it had slipped in deep. He started to grind his hips as much as he could, trying to get release.

Two minutes. The anticipation was killing him was he was pulling earnestly against his bonds.

Four minutes... please... soon...

As Zen counted to 4 minutes, 47 seconds the power box kicked on. Zen couldn't tell if he had screamed or not. The knot tied to its full diameter, causing Zen to come instantly. Loads of the white liquid spurt from under his chastity device. The warmth spread down his legs and coated his thighs... this must be how real girls felt! Each second sent electricity of varying strength coursing through a different part of his body. He began to writhe in his bondage. He could hear himself screaming into his gag, the sound was like a symphony to Zen.

After 6 minutes he came again, but the cruel machines didn't stop their onslaught. By the end of his first round, he had come three times. Drenched in sweat, he looked at the crotch of his dress... thick globs of cum had seeped trough the fabric of his dress. His legs were coated from hip to paw, and his shoes were no better off.

Just as he felt close to catching his breath, the machines decided to rape him again. Almost as though they knew they had just ravaged him hard, they chose to slow down and work him hard. Zen wasn't fully convinced that the box hadn't been imbued with some kind of malevolent sentience. Every time the dildo heaved in his ass he screamed into his gag, he could feel his anus starting to tear.

Before the fifteen minutes were up, Zen was sure he was dry. He started cry. As the machines ravaged him, he sobbed into his gag. The audience loved his tears. His makeup wasn't waterproof, and they ate it up. His orgasms were so wonderfully painful. He had lost count - he no longer had any perception of time. There was only pain. Zen loved pain. Zen loved being chained up and watched by thousands of perverts who knew he was a guy wearing girls clothing.

His vision blurred and he began to pass out. He usually made it longer... but this time he might have done a bit too much. He fell limp in his bonds, the sadistic machines still forcing themselves on him. His body twitched wherever they shocked him.

He had finally had enough. His vision went black, he slipped out of reality.