FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

There is the universe, the stars, planets, and a star base. The star base was a floating construct provided by the UOFA - Universe Orc and Fur Association. In it mainly research oriented organisations, diplomats, politicians and a regular employment of military troops were stationed.

Among the researchers was one so called Dr. Alfred N. Alphons, who had just a little yet secret project running at the moment. He was a busy shepherd dog, his nose mostly stuck in front of screens, filled over and over with texts, numbers and diagrams. But even he had a need for free time.

The star base, like most of their kind, had a sort of a city located in its center, where there were found tailors, restaurants, markets and even a park. In a smaller part of the cube-shaped city, with lights of red and violet, there also was one of those certain establishments for all the sexual needs one could think of. Dr. Alphons himself would never state whether he was straight or gay, all that mattered to him was his need to be penetrated. He worked alone, he lived alone, and naturally it came to him to love alone. This attitude led him to a store that not only sold any kind of toys, but also had some chambers wherein any registered customer could try out all the toys they'd like. The service had it's price, but Dr. Alphons earned enough to afford it.

After a long day of work he entered the store and took a look on the good new stuff they had included since his last visit. There were a lot of interestingly shaped toys and some with even more interesting mechanisms to make it all the more pleasurable. But his attention finally got caught by some sort of toy-robot, advertised behind the orcish shop assistant.

"Oh, you're interested in the 'A+ pleasure-automate, especially designed for men'?" The Orc winked at him. Alfred had been a customer of this shop for years and Bobby, the Orc, knew of his needs. He smiled in return and began to wag. "You wouldn't happen to have one of those ready and free at the moment, would you?"

With a chuckle Bobby gestured the dog to follow him, and with quite an amount of curiosity and excitement he came along. It was one of the last doors inside the corridor behind the main store area where they finally entered. Alfreds gave an approving whistle while he took a good look at the construction in front of him. Obviously the customer was to be positioned on hands and knees in front of the engine which drove the toy into him. There where cuffs for both legs and arms and it seemed even the angle and hight was adjustable. There was also some sort of ring between where the legs went.

While the shepherd got out of his clothes, Bobby explained "That ring there is for your knot. So, as usual I have to ask if you want to be tied and everything, with the over-stimulation and stuff" he made an "etc."-gesture and gave Alfred the papers to sign. He always enjoyed to have it all and be surprised by what ever the mechanisms or members of the shop were capable of.

Within moment he got fixed into the thing, the toy was lubed and everything got ready. Excitedly he even leaned in already, allowing the head to penetrate his tight ring. "Get it started, please!" Bobby chuckled at the begging and stood at the controls-display behind Alfred to get the program running. The doctor wagged quickly. Soon the toy started to hum with vibration and drove into him very slowly. "Here you go. A college of mine will enter in a minute to alter the program and look after you. Enjoy your ride!"

Alfred listened only half. The moment the toy penetrated his rear he passed into joy, paying great attention to every inch running into him. The toy was pretty thick all right and seemed very long, for it went in quite a while before rotating within the canine and moving outward. Alfred arched his back, then stretched it, already enjoying all of it and feeling his length unsheathe.

Still rotating the toy changed it's form and surface every now and then, giving him an idea of just how much that thingy had to offer. His entrance loosened, his length throbbed, even his knot began to swell. It was perfect, he thought, just perfect. When he was fully erect, the rotation stopped and a long nubby dildo started to please him. The doggy gave a bark of joy and wriggled his rear.

He heard a door open and began to wag when he realized someone was taking position behind him at the control. The programming changed and suddenly the thrusts became somewhat more forceful, aiming further into him, coming a bit more from above than just behind him. The shepherd gasped with surprise, but soon moaned in pleasure, enjoying the work-out. The rhythm had build up to a rather frequent in and out, making it hard to stay calm. Not much longer and the canine would start to drip pre from his tip, already panting with pleasure.

"I see you're enjoying yourself, Dr. Alphons."

His ears stiffened up, though he wouldn't let himself get any distracted from the thrusting. He didn't know the voice but liked the sly tune of it. Maybe there was a little role-play inbound for him, some fun for the mind as one might say. He gave a soft growl, relaxed and aroused enough to be mistaken for a purr. "Yes, I do! This is quite the fascinating little something here. And who might you be, shady stranger?"

As part of an answer the figure stepped into view. He was furred, but not entirely like the dog, and his body was slender and tall, but strong. His face was without a single hair and flat: a simian! A species most rarely seen, even on star bases. The dog meant to make a simple noise of joy, but thanks to a sudden skilful thrust into his special spot it turned out as a long moan, preventing him to speak. "I can see, Doctor. It's my own pleasure to see you take so much of my little design." The Simian grinned.

Alfred tried to look up into the eyes of the primate, cocking his head as he meant to express his surprise that the inventor of that nice mechanism had revealed himself to him personally. For some reason there came another well aimed thrust, right in time to cut his words off and allowing him no more sound than moans and gasps. "My name" the simian continued "does not matter much right now, but you may call me Sam." He crouched to make it easier for the weakened doggy to look into his sharp golden eyes. "You can have as much of this toy as you like, I'd even install one of it to your personal quarters with an adjusted control panel. In return I want your invention. Ain't that a fair deal?"

Alfreds tongue flicked back into his muzzle, which clapped shut at the instant. For a moment his mind was clear as day. His own research was top secret. Though it was frowned upon by the orders, he had a promising project running which concentrated on the (by him) proven theory simians might have the ability of telepathy. His invention was a device to activate and amplify this ability.

The moment didn't last. The toys head had changed once more into a thick ball which blew down on Alfreds spot. It had more force this time, enough to push his hips down and creating an intense sensation which spread from his hips, stinging into his knot. He howled in pleasure, maybe for the first time with a hint of regret.

"See, you have no word in this. Your research may be rated secret, but we know how little your funds are so your greatest protection so far has been the little faith most would put into your work. Your intention means a lot to my people, though I don't like to mix up into illegal affairs. Instead of breaking into your home and work, I'll break into you. And with that contract you signed like a sort of habit, you agreed to be played with for hours." The primate grinned. Alfred kept being pushed down by that thick head inside, making the pleasurable sting grow inside his knot and almost numbing his lower body. His mind was blank from shock and stimulation.

Suddenly Sam stood up and snapped his fingers to the person in control of the mechanism behind Alfred. "He knows well by now we want to hear the password. We obviously need to squeeze it out of him."

Alfred yelped a bit startled. Before he could grasp any thought the toy inside changed again. It formed a round edge, pulling on his entrance so he head to go into a position with his length close to the floor and his legs spread as far as possible. From that edge some twisted length drove inside him and started to rotate. Immediately he felt his spot being squeezed against the inside walls of his hip, receiving some sort of rough kneading like it was dough. He was already vulnerable to start with, even though the sensation was still a kind of pleasure it was beyond enjoyable and he felt a painful orgasm building up quickly, thick pre constantly dripping from his tip.

"I'll talk!" he howled, whining and his ears flattened, though he kept to moan between breaths. "Generous!" Sam cheered "Now, I like a man of quick decision. Alter the program, would you? And let him have his right paw. I think he needs it."

As ordered the programming changed into something still rough but enjoyable. While he wondered what he would need his paw for it automatically grabbed his length and started to jerk. The sting from his know changed into pure pleasure. "The PW is 111149145." Alfred couldn't say much more even though he wanted. He was out of breath and the imminent orgasm flooded his mind. The toy - a thick head again - kept pumping his spot and jet after jet of seed shot from his length in a far arch. When the jets faded he still leaked sperm, forming a puddle beneath him.

Words were spoken during that, but he hadn't heard them. When he was back in mind the two were already at the door. "So, Al, we'll be checking you're PW now. Enjoy your time waiting and don't worry, the walls are soundproof." He watched the door close with widened eyes while the ball inside did everything to hammer that distractive thoughts back out of his head.

Sam and his fellow Simian took their time and discussed how well they had planned everything. All was perfectly fine by law and even if Dr. Alphons tried to charge anything there was just an role-play going on inside the chamber and he'd only humiliate himself. Never before had 'aiming for the weakest spot' been take so literally during their career, neither had it been that effective.

When they reached the place, their mood changed. They weren't allowed any access. Despite his position, the shepherd had fooled them and told a wrong password. Irritated and quicker on their way back they returned, just to find him on all forth, but unconscious. Sam was about to rush in and shake him wake when his companion stopped him, pointing at the floor. In front of Alfred where big, transparent letters, only readable against the light. Grinning Sam mentioned how their plot had worked out after all. With his own sperm Dr. Alphons had given away the real password just before passing out.