FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(If you haven't read the prologue or the first chapter, please do so!)

Turns out, I actually finished this chapter a couple months ago! It sat neglected in the furthest depths of my tablet's SD Card, waiting for the day I would remember to upload it.

I guess that's what happens when you get too wrapped up in course work...

Regardless, as always, if you find any errors I've missed, feel free to point them out.

Your honest criticism is desired, and appreciated!

After awaking fromtheir last sexual escapade in the Wal-Mart parking lot in Fort Worth, Texas, Doom and Crak set out for Florida, hoping to make it early so they could relax and unwind in the sand.

"Crak, I make a left onto this exit, right?" Doom questioned, staring intensely at the roadsigns ahead of him.

"Right." Crak said, still feeling tired from all of the pleasure he'd received last night.

"Wait," Doom replied, confused. "Right as in right? Or right as in left?"

"Left, Doomykins, turn left."

Doom laughed, veering left onto the exit.

It was a straight stretch from here to the beach- Crak's services were no longer needed, and seeing as he'd had trouble calming down from last night, he didn't sleep much- so... why not catch up?

Yawning loudly, he stretched his kitten paws out into the open air, before bringing them back down to cushion his head against the hard plastic of the convertible's door. "I think I'll... sleep a bit..." Crak said before shutting his eyes, only to jerk them open again when he felt a hand massaging his back.

"Go on to sleep Crakky, I can multi task." Doom replied to the questioning cat eyes that were staring at him.

"But, you need both hands to dri-!"

*purr* *purrrrrrrr*

"...never mind, you may continue." Crak said between purrs, closing his eyes as a warm feeling spread up his spine- a result of the massage.

Chuckling, Doom turned his eyes back to the road, slowly stroking his feline companion as he drove.

As his purrs lulled him to sleep, his mind began to sink into an inky black darkness, but his thoughts began to change- shaping themselves into his favorite dream of all time.

Crak opened his eyes to find 'The Dark Knight' playing on a large screen at the local drive-in; to the left of his Mercedes, an old Ford Thunderbird; to the right, a huge, rumbling Silverado with a hitch that added an extra foot and a half to the car's length.

"No wonder I couldn't sleep," thought Crak, who wiped his eyes groggily, "some asshole with a huge truck always has to come along at the most opportune of times... I bet he has a tiny dick. Speaking of dicks, I wonder what they've got at the concessions?"

Making his mind up to check during the next fight scene, he reclined his seat as Heath Ledger explained 'how he got these scars'.

*thwak* *thud*

"Whoo!" "FUCK YEAH!"

Snapping out of his cinema-induced entrancement at the sound of around a dozen drunkards cheering each time the masked hero landed a punch, the feline sighed, the hungry desire within his stomach resurfacing. Glancing to his left, he found that the Thunderbird's roof had retracted, revealing a young couple snogging in the front seats. Realizing the benefits of this (retracting his Mercedes' roof, not having sex during the middle of a public movie showing- how unclassy could you be?), he clicked off his air conditioner and pulled the roof back, bringing into view the driver of the Silverado. The feline ogled the handsome, proper young bunny, rethinking the preconceived notions he had formed from the hare's loud entrance. "What kind of person comes to California (to a drive-in movie theater, of all places!) wearing Armani and driving a monster truck with New York City license plates? ...weird. ...sexy. I approve."

Doom Reveri was an Italian-American who grew up in a New York City apartment building that was directly adjacent to a small police station, both of which were located right on the edge of a high crime rate neighborhood. While he did not attend an above average school, his studies at home helped him to accel, and he graduated at the age of sixteen. However, his living next to a police station/jailhouse compound had warped him a little, in ways that would reveal themselves in time.

"Oh right, food."

*click*

The feline stepped a paw out of his Mercedes carefully, trying his best not to swing the passenger door outward any more than necessary, seeing as the handsome rabit in the nice suit (who began looking a lot more assholey the more Crak had to squeeze to get out) parked too close.

Finally managing to squeeze through until both paws were firmly on the ground, the door slammed shut, leaving the cat to shimmy himself out from between the two vehicles.

After looking over the area between this row of vehicles and the next, he came to the conclusion that there were two ways to get to the concession stands; splash through a miniature mud pond that had formed from the heavy tire tracks left by the Silverado, or scoot along the tailgate of the large vehicle, hop over the hitch, and- ta-da!- there's the concessions.

Choosing the latter, the agile feline tucked his tail up against his jet black fur before shuffling past the first half of the tailgate with ease. Relaxing a bit, he allowed his tail to swish around him as he swung one paw over the hitch, followed by another that would have made it flawlessly... had his tail not gotten wrapped up, causing him to fall forward. Luckily, he had managed to miss the mud, allowing for a dry landing, not so lucky, though, was his tail, which had dislocated itself as a result of the fall.

Crak let out a yelp of pain as he rose from the ground, uncoiling his aching tail before trying (and failing) to rectify the position of his tail joint.

"Hey, are you alright?"

A startled kitten turned around to face the kind stranger, realizing at first glance that it was the dapper hare who had parked the damned truck there in the first place! Crak had decided that as soon as he saw the hare face to face, he'd give him a piece of his mind, but what the speckled black and white bunny said next caught him off guard.

Kneeling to help the mud-splattered cat to his feet, Doom Reveri flashed him a smile before opening his mouth to speak. "Are you alright, I'm so, so sorry!"

He wasn't sure what dumbfounded him more- the stranger's physique, or his unexpected kindness. Without any idea what to say in reply, he simply allowed his jaw to hang down in awe.

"Are... are you alright?"

"I... I, uh... well, I think I popped my tail out of place when it wrapped itself around your hitch, but otherwise, I'm, uh... fine."

"Oh, that's no problem, then! I studied a little in the chiropractic field- there's enough room up in the cab for you to stretch out. I can pop it back in place- with minimal pain." he added, winking as he gestured toward the open vehicle door.

"J-just... hop in?" He didn't know why, but the mannerisms of this mysteriously sexy young man disturbed him.

"I don't bite, hon."

"Ok, I guess if it'll help..." He shuffled in between the vehicles once more, except this time, he climbed up into the large Silverado, sliding across the leather seats until he had enough room to sprawl out.

Hopping up into the truck as well, Doom turned to his patient. "Just relax, and let me go to work."

"Alri- mmmm." Crak moaned as he felt the bunny groping around his tail area, working his muscles thoroughly, trying to massage the joint back into place.

"It'd help if you tried to go to sleep." Quipped Doom, who was absolutely entranced by the subtle firmness of the ass he was massaging. If only this cat was the same as him...

Using his arm as a pillow, Crak's head slumped over as the repetitive squeeze and release pleasured him to sleep- he simply wished for the handsome young bunny to feel the same as he did.

The rabbit finished his massage treatment as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the feline he longed for as he slept. "Is... is this what love at first sight feels like?" He asked himself, reclining the driver seat and closing his eyes.

"Oh, Mr. Reveri, i-it's so big!"

The hare's eyes opened, and he slowly turned to find the sleeping kitten muttering in his sleep. "Did he... say my name?" Sliding closer to the rear of the napping feline, he could hear the muttering more audibly.

"Oh, oh! I-I don't know if I can take it all! Fuck yes, FUCK."

As he realized what was happening in the kitten's dream, he decided it was time to make his move. Quietly unzipping and unbuttoning his pants, he turned to the furry ass in front of him, with its tail raised and curled up around him- the cat's succulent pucker exposed. He stuck one finger into his mouth, then another, coating them saliva. Slowly, carefully, he rubbed them over the sleeper's anal cavity, readying him for a buttfuck he had only dreamed of having.

Shuddering a little as the cold night air blew in from the open window and skimmed across his otherwise warm privates, the cat turned a little, unknowingly providing better access to the bunny who was plotting the imminent fuck session with lust.

Splaying his rear haunches, the rabbit slid closer to the feline's back door, his member already erect from the musky aroma the two emitted. His sliding had brought him to the point of no return- his throbbing meat radiated heat, warming the cold saliva-covered tailhole of the rabbit's sleeping sex toy. Doom knew the cat was unaware, but he also knew the cat wanted him- bad. And if he wanted it, he would get it. Ever so slowly, he pushed his hips forward, the cats tight rear painstakingly granting him entrance to an anal passage of euphoric bliss.

"Oh Doom, oh Doom, OH FUCK DOOM!" Somewhere within the confines of the kitten's mind, a dream-Doom Reveri unloaded in his tight as, which had since been stretched to its limits by the rabbit's amazing girth. The dream-Doom pulled out as his seed hosed down the cat's black furred stomach. However, Crak was surprised to find that the thrusting in his ass hadn't stopped...

*nngh*

Crak awoke to the moans and groans of an ecstatic Doom Reveri, who had begun plowing away at his ass while he had slept. He had wanted this. He closed his eyes, and ever so carefully traced the tip of his tail down the clothed abdomen of the hare. Feeling something odd in his pocket, he discreetly slipped his tail down into it, carefully pulling out a snub nose pistol. Curling his tail back up against his body, he quietly deposited the weapon next to him, out of sight from the bunny who continued to passionately thrust into him, lubricating his walls with dribbles of precum, stretching as far- if not farther- than he had done in the dream. His tail flicked around again to lay over his genitals, which he lightly caressed until it became erect, at which point his sleek black tail wrapped around it, and he began to jerk himself off. He continued mumbling "Oh fuck" and "Oh Doom" as if he was still dreaming, though the motion of his tail up and down in time with Doom's thrusting was quite real.

On the large screen, Batman could be seen talking in a raspy voice to the two faced Harvey Dent, who was laughing at the emotionally torn hero.

Meanwhile, in the truck, Doom continued pounding into his 'sleeping' feline's ass with speed only a rabbit could master, while the cat did his best to keep up, and refrain from yelping in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Sustaining a loud howl, the black cat's pucker gripped around the hare's member, which had decreased in speed as a result of exhaustion. Ropes of sticky, white cum discharged from his barbed member, glistening in the moonlight against the stark contrast of his black fur, and Doom's black leather seats.

Though the bunny could have continued, the extra pressure from the orgasming cat made it nearly impossible, and as he watched string after string of cum stain the kitten's glossy black fur, he was stimulated to the edge, and exploded inside his feline partner...

...right as the abandoned factory exploded, with the Batman and his woman safely outside.

Not only had the fate of Harvey Dent, who survived the explosion with regrettable consequences, been changed forever, but also the fate of a feline and a hare, who were destined to have the time of their lives together.

"Crak, wake up!" Doom shouted as he pulled open the passenger door, "we're here!"

Though his vision was foggy from being asleep so long, Crak knew there was not a soul to be seen anywhere on the sand. He trusted Doom, though he couldn't help but wonder...

...what is he up to?