FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

I couldn't sit still. I knew it looked odd, but I just couldn't manage it. It was the fucking...the fucking panties that did it. Yeah, that's right, I was wearing fucking panties.

Looking to my left, I spied my tormentor and owner, the gay otter Robin. He had noticed me writhing and was staring, the cunt. He gave me a smile and preened his whiskers. If he kept it up the fucking teacher would notice and...

"Mark? Is something wrong?"

Suddenly the class stopped. I looked up at the walrus at the whiteboard, poised in mid equation like an absentminded Einstein. He looked puzzled, not as much as I did.

"N..no sir. Just a little er...uncomfortable..."

I heard some laughter from the back of the class. Tracy and Sandra were up there, heads together laughing it up and trying not to be noticed. They weren't succeeding, and now the whole class knew something was up. I tried to look small, but I'm a fucking stallion football stud so fat fucking chance.

"Do you need to see the nurse Mark?"

Oh God, no...I pictured the demure fifty year old goat pulling down my pants to reveal what I was wearing and the source of my discomfort and shuddered. Please God no...

"N...no sir. I'll be fine..."

"Well, try to stop disrupting the class then or I will need to send you to the headmaster's office to explain to him."

Now I swallowed. That was worse. Miss Kelly, the sexy mare and the head's secretary would want to know everything. And she wouldn't take no for an answer. I tried to clamp down on the discomfort, imagining it was just like my jockstrap and I could get through the football match and relieve the tension afterwards. But those memories made it worse.

I was wearing a pair of panties provided by Sandra; the cow had a pretty broad ass and her panties were just big enough for my muscled rump. And I mean just; they were ridiculously tight, and the silken fabric crushed and hugged my balls painfully and the lace trimmed crotch had gone tight up my crack and was sawing across my tailhole rubbing the already raw pucker even worse. I didn't want to think about why my ass was so sore, but I could sense the cause close enough. He was still preening while the girls gave him little whistles of approval.

Trouble was, now I had thought about what I liked to do after a footy match, it was getting worse. Normally I liked to come home and, if I couldn't persuade one of the girls to come over and suck me off, I'd take a nice long bath to soothe sore muscles and Id edge out a huge line of teenage stallion spunk and empty my balls good. I had a little competition going to see how far I could shoot, and I managed to get it all over the wall behind the bath last time. That was a monumental cum, and I remembered that I was thinking about getting that blowjob from Sandra when I shot off too; her bovine muzzle was the hottest most perfect one I had ever had.

Now I had her panties on instead, but my cock responded to the thought of her sublime muzz and I dropped, even though there was nowhere for it to go. As I lay my head on the desk in total embarrassment, I felt the process complete, as the soft stroke of my quivering flare on silk did the trick and I hardened to full erection. I tried to relieve the horrible crushing feeling on my balls by wiggling my rump, but it just made things worse, as the crotch rubbed ever more harshly over my tailhole. I let out a frustrated whinny and stomped a hoof.

"Mark. I warned you..."

Oh God..."Sorry Sir..."

"Stand up Mark."

I gulped. "Sir...please..."

"I said stand up or do you want to be in detention every week till the holidays?"

I stood, slowly, with my hands trying to cover my crotch. It didn't work though; it seemed to call attention to it more than anything.

Now the laughter was general, and the walrus' whiskers were twitching the way they did when he was really pissed off.

"Get out. Report to the headmaster and explain yourself there...if you can walk in that condition, that is..."

I bolted for the door, too ashamed to look back. The laughter had turned to catcalls and applause, and even my mates were joining in. I had to get out, I knew, but I had forgotten my condition until I reached the head's office. When I came through the door, I noticed Miss Kelly, staring. I grabbed a school brochure from the sideboard in reception and held it over my swollen groin.

"Oh Mark...bad colt..." her smile was wicked, and she gave me a wink for good measure. I begged her with my eyes. No luck; she reached for the intercom.

"Oh Mister Sheeran; we have a student here to see you. I think he has been sent out of class..."

The lecture was good natured, at least, though hideously embarrassing. The old bastard was a bit of an old fashioned type, and he puffed on his pipe while he looked at me sort of like a benign uncle. He understood; he was a teenage guy once what etc etc. Then came the worst part.

"Now, I know in my day we used to...well, take care of things before school, know what I mean? Helped keep the mind on the job and all. Perhaps you should try that Mark, if you are having trouble..err...controlling things?"

I couldn't tell him, of course. That I hadn't jacked off in two weeks, that I was currently owned by an evil gay otter determined to make the most of my misery and deny me release unless he permitted it, or that the merest hint of sex seemed to get my cock rock hard at the moment. Even...*shudder*...that sex...

"So...I trust we will have no more...err..problems in that quarter to deal with Mark?"

"No Sir..." I had to say it, even though I knew the truth. Fucking Robin.

*****

I met him in the toilets by the gym at lunchtime, as he ordered. I had learned to dread the buzz of my phone signalling another order from my otter master. He pretended he was a good and sweet guy too, the cunt, but I knew better. Like today for example.

So I turned up, embarrassed, horny, trying like anything not to get hard again. He was waiting in the last cubicle and I shut the door and locked it and waited for my fate. He looked up at me all sweetness and light and concern. Fucking bastard.

"Aww...poor hoss. Something wrong?"

"You know what's fucking wrong..."

"Must be embarrassing being unable to control that magnificent horsecock of yours."

"Fuck off. At least I'll be able to take these stupid nickers off soon."

"What makes you think that?" he looked totally astonished, though no more than I was then.

"W...what do you mean? I've got footy training after school..."

"Which will be so much more fun with you in these."

I stood, motionless, aghast. "No..."

"Oh yes stud. Just imagine, you, sweaty groin full of cum and musk, straining across the field, only a pair of silky lace trimmed nickers between you and those skimpy footy shorts. You set off for a run through the midfield, legs pumping, and one of your teammates manages to lay a tackle; but his arms slide down your back as you try to break free and catch your shorts, pulling them down to reveal..."

"You cunt!"

"Sorry stud, but that's the order. And I know you will obey; you have been such an obedient horsey too, well broken."

I bit back a whimper. The fucker would not break me, though how much more broken I could be than I was now, standing in the bog wearing a pair of silk nickers with my balls churning a massive load of unspent spoo, I didn't know.

He patted my ass. "Good horsey. I brought you an apple." There it was in his hand too, a shiny golden delicious, my favourite. I reached for it, but he held it back, with a look of fake scorn on his face.

"Now now...you have to do something first to earn it."

Yeah, the familiar pattern. I gave him the look and waited. "Drop your pants horsey."

I didn't like where this was going, but if there was a chance to be free of the constraining grasp of the cow's nickers I was all for it. My pants dropped to the concrete, and I waited.

Robin reached for me then, and I managed a soft gasp as he stroked me through the silk. I dropped again, as I seemed to do at the merest touch these days, and he laughed at my reaction but kept on stroking till I was hard and aching. Then he pulled down the panties and I let out a little sigh of contentment.

"You get a feed...so do I..."

"Wha?!"

He gripped my cock and suddenly bent forward to take the flare into his mouth. I had no warning, just sudden exquisite sensation, warm and wet and tight, and I gripped the partition of the toilet cubicle as he slid slowly down my shaft. Oh God it felt good...

His lips nuzzled into my pubes, and a questing otter tongue slid out to lick inside my sheath, worming its way along my urethra and between shaft and sheath to lap out my musky depths. I let out a long deep whinny of pleasure; by now, I didn't care if it was a guy, my cock just needed this too much.

Paws found my low hangers and he stroked them, teasing and caressing as he bobbed on my length. He slide back now, concentrating on the flare and the tip, and his tongue prodded my slit. I was so close.

Suddenly there was horrible, terrible nothing, no heat, no warmth, no beautiful pressure on my cock. I opened my eyes to look at the grinning otter demon, and pleaded with them.

"No horsey, that's all. Now you know what your girlfriends feel like when you leave them high and dry...this one was from Vanessa, by the way. Apparently you were the worst cunt licker in the world, according to her, and she was not alone in that verdict I'm sorry to say horsey. I was able to tell them that you are happily now much better at sucking cock than you ever were at eating pussy though...strange that, stud..."

"Please!"

"No stud. And don't even think of taking off these; I'll be watching you at training to make sure."

I shook my head in horror, but it was no use. Instead, he tucked my cock back into the silk and pulled up my pants. My balls ached so much I thought they would melt. And the bulge in my groin was impossible to hide. Robin held the apple up, then put it against my muzzle.

"Bite..."

I bit, automatically, tasting but not enjoying the flood of sweet apple juice in my muzzle. He reached up, on his toes, and suddenly bit into the apple too, where it protruded from my muzzle, and we fought over the fruit until each of us consumed our half and our tongues duelled for the leftovers. It felt good...I closed my eyes and moaned as we kissed...

He let go and I fell back against the toilet door, with cock jerking and muzzle tingling. His tongue extended and he licked off the remaining fruit and saliva and savoured it all while his whiskers and ears twitched.

"See...sharing is fun horsey..."

I got a swat on the ass as he left, and I waited in terror for my erection to go down. When the bell went I was still hard, and I hid there as long as I could before I left, to make sure nobody would see me bolt across the quad back to my locker. A nice big exercise book would cover the evidence until training. And then I had no fucking idea how I would get through that.

*****

When I walked out onto the field for training, my worst fears were confirmed. Robin was there, as were the girls. At least five of my former conquests, all lying on the grass bank to watch the show and enjoy my misery. Thankfully, I had taken some precautions against my current state of impending arousal, and had packed a pair of compression briefs to go over my jocks. Now they fitted over a pair of lacy cow panties, but it helped contain my hard-on.

My cock had managed to return to a semi-soft state, and I hoped Robin wouldn't guess how. Standing in the toilet cubicle with my training kit, I decided I had no option. The guys already knew something was badly wrong, normally I am the guy most willing to flaunt it in front of everyone and flick some ass with my jock, but instead I had skulked away like a weedy nerd to the toilets.

Standing there, with my cock hard as a rock and balls so sore, I found I was stroking before I even thought about it, and when I did, it felt too good to stop. Thumb on the flare, fingers stroking the shaft, ohhh fucking yeah....

I could still feel the otter's lips on me, how hot it felt, the churn in my balls, his claws scraping over the skin of my scrotum, the little smile as he brought me to the edge.

The smile did it, and I shot off all over the wall, the toilet cistern, the floor. A mammoth load of jizz, and it went everywhere. I was too relieved at first to worry, then the consequences came to the fore.

Surely he wouldn't know? Surely...

The trouble was I knew. I knew what I had been thinking as I shot my wad. And that was worse.

We went through the normal drills, and I felt the stare of the otter on me, it made my mane all tingly and my tail swish more than usual. I tried to ignore it and concentrate, but I kept making mistakes. Now the guys really were worried.

"Something wrong dude? You've been weird the last couple of weeks..."

I waved them away, and tried to keep my head down. Then the ultimate horror; a practice match. I almost got through it, but right at the end it happened, just as Robin predicted. Running the ball from the backline, I managed to get a kick away just as my mate Rohan tackled me. His hands slipped down as we both crashed to the turf, and pulled my shorts just enough to reveal a hint of silk and lace across my abdomen. He just knelt there, staring, as I pulled my shorts back up, and then a huge grin covered his muzzle.

"Dude...fucking...dude..."

When we got off the field I didn't even change, in case he tried to dack me and show my panties off to everyone. Instead I galloped out the door with my kit bag and straight into Robin and the girls.

"Robin, I've got to get home..."

"No way stud. You have a date at my place...you and your nicely sweaty panties. Sandra is coming, and she is really going to enjoy it...isnt she horsey?"

I knew begging would be no use, and hung my head in shame. The ride to Robin's place was quiet, though Sandra tried to engage me in conversation. I didn't feel like it, and she seemed to understand because I felt her hand on me stroking my shoulder and I nuzzled against her. Maybe she would persuade the otter to go easy.

Fat fucking chance.

When we got to his bedroom, I knew I was in for a bad one.

"Right. Strip off Mark. Let's see you."

I closed my eyes and obeyed. Sandra gave a gasp of pleasure, and that at least made me feel a bit better. I wasn't hard, just a hint of cock poking from my sheathlips. It felt needy though, and I knew it wouldn't take much before I was hard and leaking again.

"Go on...touch him if you like."

The cow reached for me and gripped my sheath. That was it; suddenly I dropped full length and stiffened, while she played with it a little roughly. I gritted my teeth as her fingerhoofs grated over my medial and she cupped my scrotum and pulled down hard.

"Have you had his cock yet?" the otter was being a gracious host at least, letting Sandra have her fun for now.

"No. Bastard got me to give him a blowjob, but never did anything for me."

"Hmmm...we might have to do something about that then."

"Ohhh yes..." that made me shudder.

Suddenly, the otter was next to me, and his paw cupped my flare. He didn't hold it long though, instead bringing his paw to his nose for a luxurious sniff.

"Someone's been a bad horsey."

I went wide eyed with fear now. This was the first time I had rebelled; I didn't know what the consequences may be.

"Please Robin. It just happened, honest..."

He shook his head sadly. "Bad horsey. No excuses...you know you weren't supposed to..."

"What's he done?" The cow looked confused, but eager. She knew I had stuffed up, and wanted in on the punishment.

"Our sex crazed stallion couldn't resist jerking off. I wondered why he wasn't hard at training; now we know, don't we horsey?"

"Please Robin!"

"No mercy horsey. Time for your punishment."

"Ooh...that sounds like fun." Whatever sympathy the cow had in the car coming home had clearly evaporated. I blamed the otter.

"Bend over the bed horsey."

The way he said it made my mane stand on end, but I obeyed. I turned my head to watch him, as he picked up the sweat and cum soiled panties from the floor.

"This will muffle your cries a bit..." he stuffed it in my muzzle and I tasted the rich funk of my own sweat, spent cum, and sheath musk. And tailhole...

"Think I should let you go for it Sandra."

The cow was staring wide eyed, her tongue out and not quite able to take it in it seemed.

"Wha..."

"Spank the bad horsey. Hard as you like."

Ohhh fuck...

I felt her hand on my rump, but she didn't hit, just rubbed and stroked and teased. Then she let her fingers delve into my crevice and I whinnied round the makeshift gag, and jerked when she touched my tailhole. My cock was hard as steel, pressed against the bed.

*swat*

It hurt. The fucking cow could hit hard.

"Harder Sandra."

She giggled. She actually fucking giggled. Then she slapped harder, and I moaned as the stinking burning pain coursed through my rump. Then she started hitting faster and faster, as I writhed against the bed desperate not to cry.

"Enough."

"Aww..." the cow had a taste for it now. Holy shit...

"Time for something else I think. Open that drawer by my desk Sandy."

I watched her with fear in my every gesture. I was a broken stallion now, and the otter could tell. He stroked my ears as they lay flat against my skull, and whispered for me.

"You will enjoy this horsey..."

The cow pulled out a big shiny dildo, equine shaped with a wide flare and thick medial. She nursed it in her hands like a baby, running one fingertip along it's surface in awe.

"Now get the lube, in the same drawer."

I looked at my owner. He wasn't in a merciful mood. "On your knees Mark...in the middle of the room, just there. Perfect."

I knelt, dreading. He sat on the bed where I had been, but not before he rubbed the little wet patch my leaking cock had left on the duvet and smiled.

"Now, time for my blowjob horsey. Show Sandra how much you have improved your oral skills."

His paw wrapped in my mane and pulled me forward. I nickered but didn't fight. I just wanted this over with.

He pulled down his pants, and his cock was already hard and poking over the top of his briefs. I pulled it out, gingerly, and opened my lips to guide the swollen head inside.

"Ohhh..." the cow's sigh was full of heat, and surprise. I tried to block it out and do my job, working on Robin's cock, trying to ignore the way it twitched and throbbed as I suckled and bobbed on the shaft, the way his balls smelt so fine when I went down to the base under his urging and pressed my muzzle against his crotch. I could taste pre in the back of my throat, all acrid and salty, and I knew he was getting off on making me do this for an audience. He pulled me off him though, just as he was about to blow, and instead smiled at the cow.

"Time for you to get in on the act."

She did, pressing the tip of the dildo against my raw pucker. She didn't wait, didn't hesitate, just kept on pressing until I felt the medial spread my ring and I cried out finally in aroused torment with the flare buried deep in my guts. She cupped my balls then and fondled as she plundered my hole, and her moos of pleasure became more heated the harder she fucked me with the toy.

"See if you can find his prostate. He loves that."

"What?"

"His little joy button. Not too far inside, on the lower surface. Sort of the base of his cock, feel for it with your fingers if you aren't sure."

She giggled a little embarrassed, and pulled out the toy but replaced its harsh bulk with even more disturbing fingers. I winced, and moaned, and cried, and then she touched that place and I shot a line of pre and relaxed and let out a long whinny of arousal.

"Now...back to work horsey."

Fuck she could tease. She would nail my prostate and Id feel so close, then she would slide the dildo in deep and ravish my guts and id be on the edge but unable to cum. The otter pulled me down his length until I was deep throating him and he bucked his hips and muzzlefucked me while the cow did her best to tear my tailhole and pound me like a slut. I dripped, and my cock slapped my belly, but I couldn't cum, even when Robin gave a sudden shudder and filled my muzzle with his jizz and groaned like a pornstar in his orgasm.

I tried to pull off, but he held me there and made me swallow every last drop, then slid out and I licked his underside tasting thick cum everywhere.

"So good horsey...I think Sandy needs some fun too. Check out the second drawer Sandy...I got something special for you."

I rested my head in his lap as he stroked my cheek, no longer caring what was happening. Until I saw what the cow pulled out.

"What the fuck is this Robin?"

"A harness...for the dildo. It allows you to wear it while you fuck our stud's ass."

This could not be happening.

"Oh my..."

I looked at her, not even begging. She was stroking the huge dildo, feeling the slick surface, and staring at the harness. I watched her find the slot and lock the cock into place. Then she stripped off, giving me a show.

She was hot. I never really saw it till now, but she was smoking. She was big, but not too big, with huge breasts with big brown nipples and a delicious white and brown coat. Her pussy was amazing, big red lips, already leaking, and a clit the size of the end of my thumb already poking from under the hood. She gave me an almost affectionate smile as she pulled on the harness, then knelt behind me with the long rubber prong waving about like a baton.

"Yeah, he likes that..."

Her first thrust was right to the hilt. I screamed. I whinnied. I shot more pre. She pulled back and thrust again, harder.

Yeah, I did like that...

Robin watched her with eyes glazed in arousal while the cow punished my ass hard. She seemed determined to breed me like a stallion, slapping her hips against my sore rump over and over as the dildo arced into my depths. My poor abused ring felt like it was being sandpapered, and my tunnel was straining but every few strokes she hit my nut and it felt so good. So fucking good.

I nuzzled the otter cock at my muzzle, tasting it. It was still hard, still thick, and I lapped at the underside. Robin pulled me onto his length and I took it like a pro, tongue lapping his tip as my lips worked the stretched skin under his shaft. Then the cow gave an almighty moo and rammed in to the hilt, slamming the tip against my nut.

My whinny was lost in otter cock, but everyone could smell the result even me as I shot a load on the carpet, one long continuous outpouring instead of a series of spurts as I had come to expect from a hard hands free anal orgasm. My otter master had introduced me to those, and now I had come to crave them when my balls ached for release. The shame still burned, but the pleasure burned brighter.

The cow had gotten off too, if I were any judge of scent. She pulled out of my ass and I yelped as the rough rubber flare scraped my hole on the way out. I rested for now, hoping it was over.

"Fuck that was hot, watching him go down on you like that."

Robin patted my head proudly.

"Yeah, he's become pretty good at giving head. Want to try him out?"

The cow loved that idea. They swapped places, and I was confronted with a seriously aroused bovine pussy, leaking fluids all over the place. The scent was intoxicating, and I bent forward without being asked to take a good sniff and lick the lips. So sweet.

"Show her a good time Mark. You owe her."

I knew he was right, in my heart of hearts. It was a bit of fun at the time, getting her to blow me, but I knew she wanted more, and even wanted me a bit. Her muzzle was so good though...now I was going to pay for it.

Her hands rested on my head, not gripping my mane yet. I was thankful for her consideration, as it could hurt like fuck when pulled. I went at it as gently as I could, licking the lips, nuzzling her clit, but soon she wanted more and I heard the husky tone in her voice as she ordered me about, in the ways of pleasuring her pussy. More tongue; slide back the hood and lap at her clit. Deep in her, with lips on her lips and tongue buried in her snatch tasting that sweet musk of cow in heat. I almost didn't notice it when Robin lifted my tail, but I soon did and cried out as he speared me with his cock.

"Fuck..." that was all Sandra could say. I knew what she was feeling though, watching me get fucked up the ass. Her pussy blossomed into overdrive, leaking a torrent of slick fluid and the clit swelled and turned dark purple and she came hard against my muzzle. She wanted more though, and as she stared at Robin while he fucked my poor hole, she did finally use my mane to hold me against her and she rode my muzzle while he rode my ass.

She came twice more, bathing my muzzle in cow, before the otter let out his own cry. He didn't want to fill my hole though, he seemed to like putting on a show. Instead he pulled out just as I felt his balls jerk and he stroked his cock. The first I knew was when a spurt of otter cum splashed my mane, then down my back, then on my rump and my tail. Finally he let the last spurts splash against my red raw tailhole, the feel of his cum horribly soothing for me. He ordered me to stand, and I did.

I was still so so hard. My cock lolled against my hip, and Sandra watched fascinated. She reached out to touch again, now gently, almost lovingly.

"Do you want to use him too?" the otter looked at my cock, and I saw the cow hesitate. She looked into my eyes finally though, and saw my distress. She shook her head.

"Think he's had enough for now. One day though...when he has earned it more."

She gave me a slap on the ass, then a long grope as she kissed me and jacked me off. I felt it building, and she pulled my muzzle to her nipples and made me suckle and bite and her cries and yells of ecstasy and her touch on my flare brought me off again, this time leaving my balls feeling satisfied. For now.

Robin gave us a lift home. I had to thank him for that, especially as he didn't let me shower and I was covered in sticky rich otter cum.

I managed to get inside without incident, and into my room where I stripped off. I had no underwear now; Sandra had taken hers back, complete with my sweat and cum. She told me she would sniff them as she touched herself at night, and I almost shot off at the thought.

It was while I was standing naked, ready to head for a shower, that I heard a voice. My window was open, to let the warm evening breeze in, and in the window I saw my mate Rohan. The bull had come over to my place a few times before, and he knew he could get into my room without being seen through the window. We had used this method a few times to get together before going out to a party my parents knew nothing about. It was a bit harder getting back in half drunk, but when you have no option you can be pretty determined.

Now he had come around, and I saw him staring at me with a big grin on his muzzle. I reached for a towel and wrapped it round my waist just as he made it through the gap and crouched on my floor.

As he looked me over, his smile got broader.

"Well...looks like you lost your undies mate...pretty impressive pair, and at footy training too..."

I waved him away, hoping to fuck he wouldn't believe what he had seen.

"You're seeing things mate..."

"Yeah, like a pair of lace silk panties on my mate. Very sexy ones too..."

He had me, and I waited for the ridicule, standing in my own room, quivering in nothing more than a towel.

His nose crinkled, and he looked puzzled, then laughed. "And covered in jizz...ahhh, Mike.."

I held up my hands in appeal, wide eyed in terror. The towel fell to the floor unwanted. "Please Ro...Please...mupfgh!"

He didn't make fun of me though. It was far worse. Instead, he stepped forward, pulled me into an embrace, and mashed his muzzle against mine. I felt his tongue slide between my lips just as his fingertip found the crevice of my ass.

"Been wanting this for so long mate..."

I kissed back, hard. I blamed the otter. Again.