FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Sean woke up with a start and stared blankly at the computer screen. A picture of his beloved 'sona Inanna stared back at him, her pussy juicy with arousal. He began to get hard, but then he looked down at the computer's clock.

"4 AM," he mumbled. "I guess I should head to bed."

He took off all his clothes, turned off all the lights, turned off the computer, and slipped underneath the covers of his double bed. Immediately he fell asleep; he didn't even have time to fantasize further.

He tossed and turned all that morning, until he heard a ripping sound, loud and right in his bed. He jolted awake to find his blanket and sheets all torn to shreds, and the mattress underneath showing some heavy score marks.

"What the fuck?" he said, astonished. "Did I have a nightmare and forget about it? Fuck..."

He lifted his tired old body up and lowered his feet down onto the soft carpet below. He noticed that his crotch felt very different from how it usually felt when he sat up in the morning. A modestly-hung man, he usually felt his balls and his penis flopping on the mattress, but not this morning, strangely. Something was different but he couldn't quite put his finger on it... so he reached down and grabbed his penis.

"What in the everliving fuck!"

He panicked immediately as he felt nothing there where his penis and balls usually were. Just smooth skin and and a bit of hot wet juice.

He jumped up from his bed and ran into the bathroom to take a look at himself in the mirror. He looked down at his crotch and, sure enough, there was nothing there. Frightened, Sean looked up at his full form in the mirror, and then started to cry.

"My penis was the only thing I had left in the world. Everything else was taken away. Why this? Why now?"

Then he hung his head, letting his long, straight, red hair cover his eyes.

He stood there, leaning on the bathroom vanity for a few minutes, looking at his hair. Then he slowly reached a pure white hand up to it and held it in his fingers.

"My hair hasn't been this red since I was a boy," he whispered. "And it's never been straight."

He lifted his eyes back to the mirror as he parted his hair, and he gazed into his reflection in the mirror. He placed one hand on his cheek as he stared in wonder at the female form that gazed back at him through the reflection in the mirror. There was no stubble on Sean's face, no thick beard like there usually was, and he hadn't shaved in days. Where a pointed but quite human nose had once jutted out from the center of his face in the past, there was now a beautiful beak-like snout. He felt it with his hands to make sure it was real and not some fancy mask. It was real, it was solid, and it moved him to tears.

He had soft, lovely, curvaceous breasts with light pink nipples. His hips were like nothing they'd ever been like before: they were smooth and round, and very, very strong. He watched as juice dripped from a smooth-skinned vulva. Big, beautiful batlike wings folded up close to his back, instinctively, so that he had no need to think about moving them. And a thick, white tail came out from his butt, completing the picture of the anthropomorphic dragoness he had always proudly presented as his online persona.

"I am a dragon," he said. "I have a snout, I have boobs, and I have..."

He gazed down at his crotch as he lowered one hand down and inserted one finger inside. He grinned.

"...And I have a pussy."

His finger rubbed up against his clitoris, and a wave of sexual pleasure coursed through his entire body. He yelped, then laughed, then gazed back happily at his fully female reflection in the mirror.

"I guess I really am a dragon then, aren't I?" He added, "I guess I really am Inanna after all."

He raised his finger, now dripping with pussy juice, to his right nipple, and cupped his hand over his right breast... then he moved his hand over to his left breast, and confirmed it in his heart. He... was a she, and she was absolutely gorgeous!

She lowered her hand back down to her pussy, and inserted more fingers into her vagina... her legs pushed together instinctively as she felt pleasures she had only felt astrally in the past, during those rare role playing sessions where she felt comfortable being the female.

But having these feelings astrally is very different from having these feelings physically. She almost couldn't handle the intensity, and she realized that she'd have to get her bearings, re-learn her entire body, and do so lying down instead of standing in front of a bathroom mirror.

She looked back to her bed, the sheets all torn up and the mattress in terrible shape. She had done that... or rather, her horns, claws, and spines along her back had done that, as she had slept. Normal tossing and turning with all those things jutting out of her body could have produced those results, she figured, but it was more likely the process of transforming in the night that made the marks and rips. Still, she needed a place to lie down, and that bed was the only thing available. So, she stepped back to the bed, lowered her body down onto it, laid down on her back, spread her legs apart widely, and began to explore the inner recesses of her magnificent female form.