FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Good night, darling. I love you."

The husky gave me a cute kiss on my nose, "I love you too."

"May we meet in the stars."

I shielded my eyes from the sunlight that bounced off the pristine-white metropolis, down from the black, unprotected sky.

It's gravity was less than that found on Earth and had practically no atmosphere, but somehow, it produced enough oxygen on it's mysterious rocky surface to sustain life.

I heard my name being called and looked up. I saw a familiar face leaping towards me in great strides.

"Sylar! Sylar! You made it," it was Demlark Darkhusk; my best friend, and lover.

He bounded into my arms, sending us both backwards a bit, due to the lowered gravity.

We both greeted each other with short low-pitched growls that sounded like a being with a person with a speech-impediment mispronouncing 'car' as 'rar.'

We held each other, spinning in the air once or twice, kissing.

"How are you?" I ask the seemingly giant husky as we both gently landed back on the surface of the planet.

"Mmm," Demlark smiled at me," I am fine, love. And yourself?"

He stared into my luminescent purple eyes, giving me a warm feeling.

"I'm just happy to be reunited with you,"

We kisses again briefly before finally we admired our surroundings.

Demlark asked me what I thought of the new world and told me a little bit about his findings of it's inhabitants that he discovered in the short time before I arrived. He talked to me as we walked from the docking area, and outskirts of the city from where I arrived, to the bustling storefront.

I trailed from behind, being pulled along by my wrist as he effortlessly lept through the air.

I wiped a tear from my face, laughing, "So, you're telling me this woman had three! Are you serious?"

Demlark looked pleased, "Yep. I don't know how she keeps it hidden!"

This statement, of course, made me laugh even harder."

We sat on a wall that jutted out over the marketplace, watching the rest of space and looking at the light blue planet we were orbiting.

"So what do you want to do?" I leaned on Demlark's shoulder. This was surely a funny sight to see as I was maybe only two-thirds of his height and more "gentle" or "soft" looking.

"Wanna play hide n seek?" he suggested, tapping my snout with a large paw.

I propped myself up with my paws excitedly, "Do you even have to ask?"

The husky smiled at me and took my paw.

"Then, let's go!" Demlark stood up, helping me to my feet. Somehow his paw felt heavier.

"No! Wai-" I yelped.

He jumped off the wall to the ground below.

I closed my eyes, feeling the wind against my neck as I fell.

The ground never came. Or rather, I never felt it.

I still, however felt a breeze on my neck.

I looked behind me and saw a fan spinning. Demlark was nowhere to be seen.

I knew exactly what this meant. And Demlark knew I understood when he heard my squeal of glee I exuded upon realizing what was happening.

I was in a house, filled with objects and needed to hide from the notorious D.E.M.(lark), for four minutes. After that, it was his turn.

Seeking involved shooting the person you love, and want to spend with the rest of your life with, into a puddle of blood.

We were both quite good at this game.

Demlark's disembodied voice sounded around me, "Ten seconds babe."

"Right." I moved throughout the room looking for something.

"Here I come!" Demlark's voice dulled and was almost inaudible by the time he finished the phrase, meaning, the hunt was on.

Aw crap! Oh! A lamp!

A small desktop lamp stood on a desk

I extended a claw out to touch the lamp, but my finger, on it's way over, clipped the wooden desk it laid on.

"Nooooooooooooo!" I yelled, my body elongating and changing color and material into a type of wood.

I was now a desk. Well, a desk fused to another desk.

I was stuck.

Demlark must have heard me yelling very obscene things, as, I heard his laugh from behind the door which he opened.

"Did someone become something they didn't me-"

He stared at me unmoving.

Fraught with laughter, my lover rained a hail of bullets onto me, as my wooden, desk-y blood splattered everywhere.

Poof.

I was back where I started, but, I could see.

"Wait, honey, don't you want to go?" I asked.

"Not really. Do you want to redeem yourself?"

"Not really." I sat on a chair (the same one, in fact, that sits under the vile table that I had turned into before) careful not to touch it with my paws. "With my luck, I'll probably turn into the house itself!"

I heard Demlark's snickering, although; it was not surrounding me. The loving husky patted my head. "I hate when I do that." Demlark kissed my cheek. We were back sitting on the wall overlooking the busy marketplace.

Demlark suddenly pointed, "Hey, Sylar look! It's that lady! Told you she had three!"

I burst out laughing. "Oh my! Look how silly she looks trying to hide the third one under that dress. God, those jugs are huge."

Demlark added, "Industrial-sized!"

There was a shortage of water on this planet, people could only have two jugs of water at one time to prevent hoarding and wastefulness. For some reason, the jugs this woman carried looked larger than normal, maybe it was due to her abnormally shortness that made them look bigger. And, for some reason, it was hilarious to us to see someone breaking the law.

Then, a sleek, gratiously proportioned otter whose gender was rather ambiguous flew up the wall towards us. It wore a small black top under a fishnet shirt and tight shorts, with an assortment of glowsticks glowing from an array of places on it's body. It also wore a small white jetpack.

I noticed a glow coming from inside the pants of this otter, too.

The otter began to speak, it had an almost charming British accent (it's voice was equally ambiguous to it's gender as it's appearance).

"You two lovers should come to Hovers,

It's a club run by two brothers,

Who enjoy some rather ravenous beats..."

Demlark tapped my shoulder, "It's a guy."

I immediately saw the rather large bulge struggling in it's confinements of the tight pants, looking a bit like a snake buried in thick concrete glowing of each of the primary colors.

The otter continued.

"Why when it comes to beats,

No one has Hovers beat!

Tonight, we have Seallex! Yes, the one and only!

He's the only seal that makes money clubbin'!"

At this point, Demlark and I both were confused if he was trying to rhyme, be funny, or genuinely talk to us.

"Because, nobody nudges the space bass to the ground with

more force than Seallex.

So come, listen to space bass

and fill your face.

We have several different types of lace to put in your drinks!

Some for the newbies, and some for the astroNUTS!"

The way the feminine otter said nuts sounded innocent enough, but the innocents was tainted as soon as he tried to emphasize the phrase by grabbing his 'astronuts.'

With my head still firmly upon his chest, Demlark spoke, "I think we'll pass on it, seems a bit too rapey."

The otter glided a bit closer and spoke in a hushed tone, adjusting his bulge. "20 Zots gets you an hour."

The otter's tip poked out of his pants in his thigh area, gasping for air and circulation.

He was unaltered.

Demlark cut the otter off, "No, thank you, we're fine."

The otter turned his gaze to me, opening his mouth to speak.

Demlark spoke instead. "No. He's fine too."

I couldn't help but laugh at Demlark's quick show of jealousy and at the gay cross-dressing Hovers jetpack prostitute glowstick-aficionado and enthusiast's desperate face.

The sad and now depressed otter hovered back to Hovers, his body (but not his dying, air-deprived member) looking limp; like a ragdoll on a slow zipline back to the restaurant. He probably forgot everything the moment he had some laced space drinks and danced in a cage with a glowstick up his bum to a dubstep seal that clubs hard and has weird space seal hair.

Demlark's so cute. I like it when he guards me like that. It makes me feel important.

I made the short, low-pitched growl and rolled onto him. I embraced him and kissed his lips as he held my sides.

I pushed off of the wall with my hind-legs, still kissing him, sending us floating gently to the ground about fifteen-feet below.

A squiggly line and a heart appeared above his head as we glided down before promptly disappearing.

Demlark landed on his back still holding me on his stomach.

He held me by my hips, staring into my eyes.

"I love you, Demlark."

He touched his nose to mine lovingly.

"I love you more, Sylar."

In bed, we both stared at each other, smiles painted on our faces. Sunlight streamed through the windows.

"I love you, Demlark."

He touched his nose to mine lovingly.

"I love you more, Sylar."