FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Three weeks earlier.

It was early morning, and the pale winter's sun had just barely begun breaking through the thin curtains when that dreadful ring tone buzzed to life to wake the poor girl up.

"JINGLE BELLS, JINGL---"

"Mmm?" Katya murmured, to whoever was on the other end.

"Katya Winterfrost, I presume?" A voice replied, a crisp British accent that managed to claw its way through the girl's consciousness and actually wake her up, abruptly so.

"Yes! That's it! I--I mean, that's me!" The hybrid sat up in bed, hid half of her face in her free hand and silently cursed herself for not waking up earlier. This, if anything, sounded important, and it doesn't give the best impression to answer the phone like that, half asleep. Her business was just starting up now, she had worked for so long, and so hard to launch her own clothing label, and now that she was finally there, she didn't even get to rest over the holidays.

"What... What is it that I can help you with?" The girl asked, her voice still sleep-ridden.

"I was told you were the girl to see for fetish wear, is this true?" The woman on the other end sounded almost arrogant, she didn't even introduce herself, and the subtle implications given by the woman's choice of words certainly spoke for themselves.

"Oh? Absolutely, yes" Katya couldn't keep herself from smiling; she never imagined the rumours would spread so quickly! "What is it that you had in mind? I'm quite sure we could work something out."

"Make sure you are presentable at noon, I will make a personal visit to your studio to make sure your work is satisfying," the woman told Katya.

She didn't even get a chance to respond before a sharp, mechanical howl interrupted the conversation. By the time the noise went away, the woman had already hung up, it seemed, and she didn't even have a number to call back on! This made the hybrid very nervous, because something told her that this could turn out to be a very important customer, the eccentrics always are, after all! She stayed in bed for almost an hour with her eyes on the phone, hoping she would get a call back, but as the clock passed seven in the morning, she sighed heavily and began to crawl out of bed That noise she heard didn't come across as anything odd now, little did she know that she would hear it again, three weeks later, and that it would only be the beginning of a perfect nightmare.

Her bare feet touched the floor without so much as a whisper of a sound as she moved to stand up, the swish of her luxuriously thick tail followed shortly after, as it was brought up high behind her back. It was an odd thing, that tail; as long as a tiger's but several times as thick, with two black stripes running from the very base, to the tip, on either side of the bone.

Truthfully, the girl herself was a fairly unusual sight. With her thick tail curled in a gentle 'S' shape, one could easily mistake her for a skunk at a distance, if not for the tiger-stripes that covered her arms, from shoulders to wrists. Underneath her chin, over her throat and over the heavy swell of her breasts, her fur was pristine, perfectly white, tainted only by a pair of black stripes to either side of her pierced navel, in the shape of a pair of jagged bolts. Likewise, the entire underside of her tail, the cleft of her buttocks and the soft fur between her legs was white, but the rest was a dusty grey, only broken off by those stripes over her flanks, hips and all the way down to her ankles.

Another pair of stripes led from the tip of her nose to her brow, her muzzle a delightful middle ground of feline and lupine genetics. She didn't have that blunt, short muzzle of a cat, nor did she have the long, slim muzzle of a wolf, but something in between, something that earned the girl an almost delicate appearance, with large, vertically slit silvery eyes peering out between sable lashes. Her nipples were pierced, the mirror-polished rings lodged through the girl's areola rather than the nipples themselves, likely so that they could withstand more pressure, and another, fourth ring was lodged through the hood of her clit. Her long dancer's legs led to small, plantigrade feet. Delicate, silver-painted toe-claws graced each of her small toes, and they certainly seemed to be well taken care of, just like her slender fingers and hands.

She groaned quietly to herself as the water began pouring down over her, matting her raven's black mane over shoulders and most of her back, whilst making her fur cling lovingly to underlying skin. It wasn't a long walk from her bedroom to her bathroom, fortunately, and only half a minute after she left the bed, she was in the shower. The water was hot, it only took seconds before the glass doors leading into her shower stall were covered in steam and left only a vague silhouette of her body to anyone watching from the outside. She gathered up her hair in both hands to draw it back into a snug pony tail, but with the water weighing it down, there was no real need to actually tie it back, it would only take her longer to dry it if she did, as if that didn't take long enough already!

Still, it wasn't even seven thirty yet, she had plenty of time to prepare for her visitor, and so she took a long, long shower. Her past room mates had always complained about that, her long morning showers, and it was no small relief for her to have the freedom of her own house. After showering, towelling down and drying properly, the girl had breakfast, took the time to re-paint her finger and toe-claws, brushed out her hair and picked out an outfit to fit this meeting. At noon, not a second before or after, her doorbell rang. Punctuality like that is almost... almost a little freaky, at least enough to earn a little giggle from the girl on her way to open the door.

When Katya opened the door, the only thing to meet her was cold, cold winds and a little swirl of drifting snow. It sprinkled her raven hair and left damp little dots over the leather halter the girl had chosen to wear, but strangely enough... there was no one there. Her first thought was the kids next door, but there were no footprints in the snow. The snowfall was heavy that day, but not so much that it would cover such tracks in a matter of seconds. With a shrug, the girl turned and closed the door, and at the same instant that her fingers closed the lock on the door, she was pushed up against it, and she could feel a strong, muscular thigh press in between both hers from behind and pin her against the heavy door. Clawed fingertips tickled over her shoulders, and the girl shivered fearfully. "Who---" she didn't even get to say as much, before one of those clawed digits settled over her lips.

"Shhhh, don't be alarmed." The voice was familiar; she recognized the accent before anything else. "I didn't wish to wait out in the cold, I hope you don't mind."

Katya was confused now, she didn't let the woman in, she didn't even see her get through the door! "I--I don't mind," the girl replied, obviously surprised, and no less frightened now even though the stranger seemed to have good intentions. She was turned around, gently. Black scales met her gaze, then. A black dragoness, just over six feet tall stood in front of her, almost a foot taller than she was. The friendly, but somewhat smug smile on the dragon's lips was at least a second good sign, and it helped the startled hybrid to relax, if only just a little.

The aristocratic accent seemed to match the woman, there was something about her, some kind of unexplainable radiance that seemed to demand respect, obedience. She wore no clothing, oddly enough. Perhaps she thought that the scales were protection enough, or perhaps she didn't feel like hiding behind artificial layers. The woman's scales had a fine sheen about them, the finish almost exactly like that of freshly polished latex, and the obsidian claws that graced each digit looked, and felt just like stainless steel. Butterflies came alive in the girl's stomach, and she had to hold her breath for just a few seconds to suppress another little shiver as the dragoness' claws came to tickle underneath her chin to lift her gaze towards the dark, amber eyes above.

"Good. You know your place," the dragoness said. A knowing smile came across her sleek snout, then, and just as abruptly as she had pushed the hybrid up against the door, she stepped back, and onward into Katya's house.

"I am known as Miss Celia Ravensholme, I am the owner of Ravensholme estates. Several clients of mine tell me that Layleaux is a promising venue for one of my own projects," Celia said. Her tone spoke of no-nonsense-business, and it had the hybrid hurrying along behind the taller woman to listen closely to what she had to say.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Ravensholme. May... I ask what kind of project it is, exactly?" Katya asked, with both of her tall, triangular ears carefully tracking the other woman's voice.

"Absolutely! I think it would be of great interest to you, in fact. I understand that you like to work with latex, yes?" It wasn't so much of a question, really. The dragoness had apparently done her homework.

"I do, yes. It's one of many materials I work with," Katya replied.

"Yes, well, I'm sure you've heard once or twice that being wealthy isn't all that it's cracked up to be, right? It's true. I need something to do, for amusement. I enjoy the fetish scene and own several pets, but I decided one day that I would devote a portion of my wealth, and time, to science." The woman's explanation really didn't make much sense, yet. Still, Katya listened intently while following into the kitchen, to sit at the table and discuss these things.

"I have plans to relocate one of my nanite fabrication plants to Layleaux," Celia said, while gesturing loosely towards one of the windows overlooking the city below. The view was always the biggest advantage with her home in the hills, she thought.

"Nanite fabrication plants?" Katya asked.

"Yes, indeed. Let me explain. It's an ex-military project, originally intended for tracking and detaining enemy forces and, or wanted fugitives. When the government closed it down, I decided to help them along!"

--

Katya remembered now, the day she agreed to be a part of this project. She had almost forgotten all about it, until now. She should've known when that screeching noise nearly deafened her that Celia had something to do with it. "I need someone that knows bondage to be a part of this project, Katya. Will you help us with the initial tests?" Celia had asked, and Katya had been foolish enough to agree. Even now, three hours after these devilish cords had wrapped themselves around her, she still couldn't move. She couldn't even call out for help. The bonds would occasionally tighten down around her, as if to remind her of her predicament, of how tightly her arms were drawn together behind her back, and how widely her legs were spread apart.

Suddenly, something in the behaviour of these things changed. Thin strands of that rubber-like substance reached out from the main 'body' of the thing, to curl themselves about her nipples, around the silvery rings that pierced the delicate flesh. More of them were felt slithering over her clit, around that swollen little nub, and they all began tickling, squeezing and caressing at the same time. Her eyes snapped wide open, her claw tips pressed into the mattress, and a sharp cry escaped the helpless hybrid with the sudden sensations. She had never, never ever felt anything like this before, it felt... it felt almost like three little mouths were suckling at her nipples, and her clit, each with it's own slick little tongue. Tension began spreading throughout the girl's body again, after having mostly resigned to the unyielding grip of her bonds, but it surely didn't help. As if to discourage the girl from even trying to struggle, the cords tightened about her breasts, they were already aching from being bound so long, and that slow, relentless pressure made the girl cry out in pain.

It didn't stop there. No, she could feel more of those strands stretching, tickling and caressing, this time at the puckered little entrance under her tail. One after the other, they slipped into her, and as none of them were any thicker than a strand of hair, they certainly had no difficulty in slipping past the resistance of her clenching entrance. She whined a muffled, wordless protest, but somehow she must've gotten a little too loud, because those strands about her throat constricted again, closing off her breathing and keeping even the slightest of noises from getting out. At the same time, those thin strands began spreading apart, almost like some blooming flower, they settled all along that clenching ring and started to slowly push her open. More of them, countless ones were pushing their way into her pussy now, forcing her wet, swollen lips apart to travel deeper. Some were twining together to quickly build a thicker tendril, whilst the rest seemed to focus on the little bundle of nerves on the forefront of her tunnel, her g-spot.

She couldn't breathe; she couldn't move or make a single sound. This frightened the girl to death but likely aroused her even more. Before she knew it, her features were twisted into a blissful, soundless cry of pleasure. Her eyes clenched tightly closed, her nostrils flared and her muzzle tried to open even wider around that thick gag, but instead it only grew bigger. Her orgasm was earth shattering, her entire body convulsed with wave after wave of pure, blissful pleasure, and her sheets were soaked through by the sudden rush of sweet, fragrant juices. Her scent was indeed all over this room now, much more so than ever before.

Only when the scent of her own climax reached her nose, did she realize that she was breathing again. The sun was beginning to break through the curtains, and she found herself with her nose between the covers of her book. Not a single rope was in sight, she wasn't forced into an uncomfortable position and she most certainly wasn't bound. Could she really have climaxed in her sleep? Could it really have been a dream?

The slight bruising on the girl's wrists said otherwise, the subtle ache in her breasts and the somewhat rubbery taste in her mouth all did, but she had no memory of ever being untied.

Had she passed out?

Was it all some kind of horribly vivid nightmare?

She didn't know.

But for some reason or another, Celia's card was left on her night stand, and she couldn't remember putting it there.