FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

By Danath danath.sofurry.com

Story commissioned by and characters © RayO.

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Carlos Sicardo stared across the table at Cynthia Turner, a tall, blonde-haired beauty known across the globe for her extravagant lifestyle and massive retail successes. Owner of several major fashion lines, retail chains, and three New York athletic clubs, including the team he was now coaching, Inter New York. She wore a slinky, body-hugging red dress that was only a step above the naughtiest lingerie Carlos could imagine, showing off the deep plunging cleavage below the V-neck dress.

Carlos attracted nearly as much attention in the restaurant as Cynthia. He was also world famous, though a bit less now than in his heyday as the greatest soccer player to wear American colors. Now, after a long career on the field, he coached Inter for Turner, unable to turn down a lucrative offer that brought him back from Europe. Tonight was their first official meeting as coach and owner.

The son of a black Cuban father and a white American mother, Carlos had a distinctively handsome appearance even as he approached the middle of his middle age. His distinctive bald head nodded rhythmically as he listened to Cynthia speak.

"And so I'm expecting great things out of you, Carlos," she said, leaning forward. Her elbows rested on the table, pushing her breasts together to give the coach a fantastic view. He didn't know if she was doing it intentionally or not.

"Well, you know my record, you know how I played, and you know how I coach. I don't think we'll have any trouble finding success."

"Good. Now, let's order."

Cynthia barely picked up a menu before a stammering, nervous waiter appeared at the table. It wasn't often one had to wait on two of the most famous people in the world. The ordering went smoothly, as did the rest of the meal. Carlos made small talk and discussed staff and roster changes. Cynthia kept it surprisingly businesslike, though he knew only rumor and innuendo regarding her personal life. He had expected her to be more flamboyant, despite the dress, the hair, and the breasts.

He studied her face carefully as she spoke, looking for hints or telltale signs that one especially intriguing rumor he'd heard was true: that Cynthia Turner, world famous billionaire, was a therian. Therians were one step above a rumor and a few steps below an open secret. Carlos, being as well-known as he was, heard things. He could piece together a puzzle as well as anyone. If Cynthia really were a therian, as many powerful people in the world were suspected of being, it could lead to good things in the future. If therians did exist, and were organized, and still managed to keep it a secret... well, those are the kind of people you want to keep happy.

Cynthia laughed and leaned back as they talked, enjoying his witty banter. Carlos grinned. Things were going well with the new boss. Hopefully she was hands-off when it came to football... though when her fingers caressed his knee under the table, he realized the hands-on approach he'd been warned about extended more towards personnel and less towards tactical decisions. Her long red nails teased their way up his thigh under the tablecloth, even as the waiter took away their empty plates and returned with a bottle of champagne and small slices of a fancy dessert, something Carlos didn't know the name of. He wasn't able to focus properly on pastries while the world's richest woman felt up the inside of his leg.

With dessert finished several minutes later and Carlos's black slacks growing tight around the front, Cynthia finally stopped teasing. She leaned back in her chair, brushed long blonde hair from in front of her eyes, and stood up, hips swaying slowly side to side.

"Follow me," she said, her voice a low and rough purr. Her eyes were half-lidded and she stared at him like a mouse looks at a cat. Carlos nodded, though he wondered what he was getting himself into.

The restaurant, a five-star joint according to many reviews, sat at the bottom of the Turner Hotel. Cynthia's hotel, in other words. She strolled through the hallways like she owned the place, since she did, with Carlos following behind, trying not to get lost in the wave of employees rushing to see if the boss needed anything taken care of. She brushed them away as they got into the elevator together.

"All alone, for the moment," Cynthia said as the doors sealed shut. "Much better."

Carlos felt her hands slide over his chest, teasing at the buttons on his shirt, under his suit coat. Then she pressed into him, pushing him back against the wall of the elevator. Blood rushed into his head and... other places... as her legendary chest flattened against him. She grinned up at him, lips curling devilishly as her palms pressed into his belly.

"You keep yourself in very good shape," she said. Though she was supposedly nearly as old as he was (though her real age was unknown), she looked like a twenty-year-old, with smooth, perfect skin and a long, sultry shape, accentuated and amplified by the dress. Carlos reached for her, sliding his hands down her lower back and over the curve of her large, firm bottom. She pressed into him again, hiking a leg to slide up his thigh as her hands slipped up to the back of his head, pulling him down for a kiss.

The elevator pinged and the door opened. Carlos felt her hands release his head. He stumbled towards the door, in a bit of a daze as the taste of her mouth lingered on his lips. She led the way, smiling at him over her shoulder. His eyes drank in the sight: smooth tan shoulders, one which the luxurious red dress hung, draping down her back and clinging to her bottom, ending just about where her thighs started. He grinned, wondering at his luck, and wondering what Cynthia really wanted out of him. If all she cared about were results, well... this was definitely going to motivate him.

The hallway leading out of the elevator was short, ending where a large room began. Carlos realized this entire floor of the hotel was one large suite. He could smell chlorine, which meant a hot tub or something similar. He could also smell burning wood, but how they'd managed to get a fireplace into a skyscraper hotel he wasn't sure. Cynthia strutted across the dark wooden floors, high heels clicking with each confident step.

"Have a seat while I slip into something more comfortable," she called out.

Carlos looked around in a daze. The living room area featured a wrap-around leather couch, the kind that was sunk into the floor rather than sitting on top of it. Inside the depression was a large coffee table. A screen hung on the wall opposite, though nothing played at the moment. There was a fifteen-foot aquarium under the screen, art and prints on the walls, and a glorious view of the New York skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the outside walls.

There were interior walls as well, presumably for bedrooms, bathrooms, and the like. Carlos sat on the couch and adjusted himself. His excitement was fairly prominent at the moment.

He heard the click of high heels coming towards him from behind where he sat. He turned his head to watch Cynthia walk down the three small stairs onto the lower level, and his mouth dropped open.

She was still Cynthia, of that he had no doubt. Her ample figure remained the same. But whereas before her dark tanned skin was smooth and perfect, now she had a glossy and perfectly beautiful pelt. Tan fur covered her head, arms, and legs, for the most part. Her ears, now cat-like, were a kind of dark sapphire blue. Matching blue fur ran from her wrists to the tips of her now-clawed fingers, as well as over her shoulders and breasts. A shock of tan fur overlaid the tops of her blue breasts, hiding part of her cleavage. A matching blue tail almost as long as she was tall draped behind her from under the back of the dress, which clung to her body more tightly than ever thanks to the extra layer of fur.

Carlos stared in shock, unsure as to what he was really seeing. He'd heard the rumors, suspected Cynthia, even, but to actually see a therian...

The feline's purr rumbled through the air as she leaned over and tickled a claw under his chin, heavy breasts swaying inside the tight dress. Two large nipples strained against the fabric, held tight by the straining threads. Carlos stared, barely breathing as she leaned in closer, using her claw to tip his head back.

Bifurcated lips pressed against his. A moment later, an insistent and raspy tongue explored his mouth. He froze, unable to move, as she shifted against him, straddling his hips, pressing her chest to his. His arms remained limp at his sides until she grasped his wrists and placed the soccer star's hands on her hips.

Whiskers teased his cheeks as she pulled away, still purring loudly. Her hips slid forward and Carlos let out a moan of pleasure, instinctively tightening his hands around her hips. She gasped, then growled and stroked her claws over his shoulders, teasing and pricking his shirt.

Cynthia's eyes, half-lidded, blinked slowly, languorously, as her tail curled over one of Carlos's legs.

"You don't seem overly surprised," she said. "That's good."

"I'd heard... rumors. But to actually see you..."

The feline's hips rolled forward again. Cynthia's thighs squeezed around the outside of Carlos's hips and the coach shuddered. He was hard as he could ever remember. Cynthia's musky scent invaded his nostrils as she leaned up, arching her back so that her heavy chest rose to his face. He buried his head between those massive globes, finding the fuzzy tickle of the feline's fur exotic and sensual. Her claws pricked his shoulders again, so he tipped his head back. She met him for another deep kiss, all the while slyly rolling her hips against him with increasing urgency. Faint mewls of pleasure echoed in his ears as her tongue met his. The raspiness excited him, as did everything about her.

His own desire surged. Carlos tightened his grip on her backside and turned, pushing her onto her back on the couch. Her legs spread, allowing him a glimpse of her dark blue patch of pubic fur. His slacks bulged as he lowered himself against her, meeting for yet another kiss, even as her claws ripped at his shirt, tearing it straight off his backside. The feel of her pelt caressing his bare skin sent shivers up his spine.

Cynthia moaned up at him, eyes closing, body arching, curving into him, demonstrating flexibility he didn't know was possible. Her tail wrapped around his leg as she shifted her paws to his slacks, eagerly undoing his belt and pulling open his pants. He grunted as his thick shaft surged forth, erect and throbbing. His hips went against her body, pressing himself into the soft fur of her lower belly. She moaned again, excitedly, as his hands hiked up her dress. One of Carlos's arms went around her lower back as he got onto his knees; her legs locked at the ankles behind his hips, keeping her close.

There was no time for foreplay. Neither wanted anything more at the moment than to feel the other, but as Carlos tried to position himself, the panting feline pushed him back.

"Wait... use this," she said, her entire body shivering with desire. Reaching over to the coffee table, she lifted the lid on a small wooden container, some kind of dark mahogany, and withdrew a condom. "Therianthropy is... catching."

The soccer star's fingers paused. "How catching?"

Turner's voice turned husky as she purred up at him. "No condom, for sure. A few scratches... probably not. Don't worry... I'll be careful not to bite... too much..." Shi grinned before playfully snapping her teeth at him.

Carlos nodded and took the plastic package from her. His fingers trembled as he struggled to open it and slip it on. She stroked his chest as she waited, purring with anticipation. Her claws tickled down his hard chest and smooth belly. She enjoyed a mature, healthy male. There was something to be said for a man who'd been around, though the younger players were often quite a bit of fun as well thanks to their stamina.

Speaking of stamina, Cynthia hoped Carlos would be able to keep up. The feline's claws scratched insistently across his backside as he leaned over her once more. His arm scooped her backside, lifting her hips to meet his. She arched her body, pushing her belly up, as his erection pressed inside of her. Her pants and cries echoed in the air, though Carlos only moaned once as he slipped inside. She cooed at him, enjoying his girth, and pulled herself close, forcing him to hilt inside of her.

Carlos's brain felt fuzzy. His nostrils were overwhelmed with her spicy scent, his hands were full of plush and soft fur, and the writhing woman beneath him squeezed on him just so... her claws pricked his backside, probably leaving marks, but at the moment, he could not care less, so long as her warmth and heat remained so close. He dropped his head, pressing his face into her belly, as his free hand roamed up her chest, pushing the dress higher, until both heavy breasts rolled free. Carlos felt like growling himself as she leaned up, bringing the pair of tantalizing pink nubs closer. Cynthia's ears went flat and her eyes closed as his lips caught one. The soccer star's tongue rolled across the sensitive flesh as his hips drew back; when he pushed back in, she cried out and clutched at his shoulders, holding her enormous chest tight to his mouth.

It wasn't long before they set up a steady rhythm. Carlos drove in deep, taking it slow, despite Cynthia's urgent pleadings. The therian's tail slid up and down Carlos's backside, tickling his dark skin, as he moved against her, driving himself in over and over. He'd never felt anything like this. Both arms held the soft, incredibly female, but strangely feline therian, unwilling to release a grip that ensured she remained close. She moaned at him, encouraging him on, and hiked her legs up his backside, so that her hips were higher than her head.

The new positioning gave Carlos a bit more room to work. The feline's legs splayed widely to the sides as he gripped her ankles. She growled up at him fiercely as he thrust harder, faster, pumping his still powerful body with quick thrusts now. Her wet sex clutched at him, squeezing on his length, as her heavy breasts juggled up and down in time with the rocking thrusts he delivered.

She grabbed onto his wrists, which held her ankles, and cried out roughly, somewhere between a scream of pleasure and a roar. She clenched around him tightly and Carlos struggled to continue as his orgasm approached. She arched her backside once more as she came, the intensity sending shivers through her entire body. Cynthia forgot her surroundings, the sports team, what she had for dinner, all gone, as another orgasm spread through her warmly. There was only the moment as Carlos released her legs, grasped her tightly, and pressed himself against her, chest to hers, mouth to muzzle.

She bit his lower lip as he came inside of the condom inside her and stroked his lower back, teasing his spine with her sharp claws as her own pleasure gradually faded into a warm afterglow. Carlos panted hard into her chest, head resting on one massive breast.

Cynthia purred. She was impressed. Carlos was going to be one of her better acquisitions, she thought.

Carlos didn't think much of anything. His brain was still on overdrive, trying to process what had just happened. He hugged himself against the squirming, soft ball of fur underneath him, wondering at the smoothness of her ample curves. When he pulled himself free, Cynthia groaned lustfully at him, paws reaching for him, grasping at his arms and shoulders.

They relaxed together for several minutes on the couch. Cynthia pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her nude. The fabric hadn't covered much in the first place, but for most of the time it had remained wrapped around her neck, above her ponderous breasts. Carlos did the same with his slacks, which had dropped to his ankles in advance of their furious lovemaking.

"Again," Cynthia purred, heat flaring in her loins. Carlos nodded, eyes going a bit wide at the insistent tone of voice she used.

This time, Cynthia pushed Carlos onto his backside and straddled his hips. His hands reached for her breasts, groping and teasing at them as she reached between her legs. Stripping off the old condom, she got another from the coffee table and applied it with practiced ease. Carlos was still hard as she maneuvered herself into position above him. Her nipples ached as he rubbed them with his thumbs.

Carlos stared up at the therian, awestruck. Her deep pelt worked against his hands as he slid them down the sides of her swollen breasts and over her hips, holding her and pulling her down against him. She moaned with desire as he entered her again.

She took control of this round, however, and rolled her hips expertly, grinding away at his shaft, making it slide up, down, back, and forth inside of her. Carlos gasped, hips jerking upwards involuntarily as she massaged him. Her claws stroked across his chest, teasing his powerful pecs, then down his belly, tracing the lines of his six pack - it was faint, but still visible. Cynthia's eyes closed and her muzzle dropped open as a third, then a fourth orgasm rocked her body. Carlos's eyes went wide and his backside curled as her claws dug into his hips; she leaned forward, chest to his, and kissed him hard, eagerly, as he thrust into her again and again.

Their excitement and arousal grew, more than even the first time. Forgetting where they were, they rolled off the couch, landing hard on the floor with a jolt. Carlos slipped free; Cynthia cried out again. Strong hands flipped her onto her belly, then grasped her thick and fluffy tail. The feline's hips rose into the air as Carlos tugged it sharply towards her head; she growled and scratched at the floor beneath her, turned on by the playful roughness. Maybe one day she'd turn him, she thought to herself as his hips pressed against the back of her thighs. He certainly acted like one at the moment.

Cynthia's breasts swung back and forth between her arms. Carlos kept one hand on her hips, the other on her lower back. Her tail pressed into his chest and belly, flicking side to side across his face, as he pumped forward heavily, roughly, unable to help himself at this point. His length stroked deep into the willing feline; the therian's moans of pleasures echoed in his ears. The fur all across Cynthia's body stood on end as she came again, then once more a few moments later when Carlos suddenly leaned over, wrapped an arm around her lower belly, and another above her heavy breasts. He pulled her upright, kneeling in front of him, and thrust hard, forcing her hips up and out as he entered her again. Her breasts, squeezed between his arms, ached with pleasure.

Carlos came hard. He pumped in deep, holding himself inside her, as the condom filled with the product of his second orgasm. The feline's body squeezed around him, milking his shaft; her tail wrapped around his hips, holding him in close.

They collapsed together onto the floor a few moments later, a jumble of dark skin and tan and blue fur. The condom came off as they pressed together, lips meeting once more. Carlos seemed content, satiated, and ready to relax with the warm, sensual feline in his arms, but Cynthia was far from satisfied yet. Her body rolled against the human's, teasing him constantly, keeping him aroused and, after two orgasms, awake. Nips and nipples across Carlos's chest made him gasp.

Cynthia purred again as she pressed him onto his back and dragged her heavy chest down his belly. His aching erection pressed into her cleavage, slipping through the smooth and fuzzy tunnel formed by each massive tear drop. The feline purred teasingly as she pulled her chest back, then dipped her head. Carlos froze, eyes wide, head tipped back, both arms reaching down to grasp the feline's ears, as her raspy, rough tongue dragged along the throbbing length of his maleness.

As if reading his thoughts, Cynthia's mischievous growl floated from her muzzle.

"Some therians know a bit of magic, by the way," he heard her say. "I may have included something in our meal earlier to make sure you could last as long as I want you to..."

Carlos shivered as her tongue licked up his length again. Magic? Therians? At the moment, the Prime Minister of the therians could waltz through the door and he wouldn't care as long as she didn't stop what she was doing. His fingers rubbed her large blue ears as she swallowed his tip and rolled her tongue around the thickness. It jerked against her lips as she moaned through her nostrils, breathing hard with excitement. Carlos's hands gripped her ears tightly; her hips wriggled behind her, pussy dripping juices down the backs of her thighs, as she swallowed the rest of Carlos's length, taking the shaft to the back of her long muzzle. She swallowed rhythmically around it, tongue splaying on the underside, until his hips bucked.

With a gasp, she pulled free. As if on cue, his erection jerked, shooting several ropes of thick seed across his belly and chest. Cynthia's paw finished the job, stroking the messy shaft eagerly, working out every last drop as the soccer player groaned up at her, hips thrusting eagerly. And still he remained rock hard... just the way she liked it.

Carlos's arms spread out as he gasped for breath. He was exhausted. Three orgasms in the space of an hour or so... his muscles ached as the feline's claws teased up his belly and chest, eventually tipping his head to the side for another kiss. The bifurcated lips felt unusual against his, but supremely satisfying. The feline's loud rumbles of pleasure warmed him as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close.

He'd just closed his eyes when sharp teeth nipped at his nipple.

"Hey!"

"Can't have you falling asleep on me yet," Cynthia said, a low growl underlying her voice. "We've got the whole night ahead of us."

The feline disengaged herself from the human and stood, motioning for him to follow her to the bedroom. Carlos turned his head to watch her enter the doorway and smiled as he saw her long blue tail flick teasingly.

He wasn't sure whether his luck was good or bad, or what this association with Cynthia would lead to in the future, but as the unmistakable sizzling whirr of a battery-powered sex toy echoed out of the dark bedroom and into the living room area where Carlos lay, he was sure that no matter what was in store, it was going to be a wild ride.

The end.