FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

22nd May, 2016.

"Thank you so much for your help," the soft voiced goat said as she picked up her books off the table.

"No problem, ma'am," I replied, "Just don't forget the DVDs are due back in a week, not a month like the books okay?"

"Don't you worry, besides I'm sure a nice big tiger like you would forgive a small mistake like that," I smiled off the subtle flirtation and waved her good bye as an otter walked up the counter. He had a short wave of orange hair between his small ears and curved glasses seated on the bridge of his muzzle on front of his green eyes.

"Hi!" He announced as placed his paws on the counter, he didn't seem to have anything with him.

"How can I help you today, sir?"

"Hmmm I was looking for a book I needed for an assignment, it's called the "Battle of 1953" by Johnson Monsure, but I'm having trouble finding it." I swiveled over to my heavily outdated computer and tapped it in quickly. History section, level 6, section 11/12, shelf 6. Not a problem.

"Strange, says here it's available, here I'll go help you find it." His face lit up with hope.

"Oh great! Thanks."

I got up from my high seat and walked around the counter quickly and walked over the elevators, the otter closely following behind me. We both stepped into the smart compartment as he stood beside me, the fur on his arm nearly brushing up against mine even though there was plenty of room in the elevator. The door dinged and swung open to reveal an empty floor, nearly no one was in the history section. Everyone seemed to swarm towards fantasy or romance these days anyways. His eyes scanned quickly across the familiar surroundings and made his way towards the correct area. Sliding in between two booming bookshelves his eyes scanned the shelves. Even with his tall figure the book was high up on the shelf, way too tall for the otter even if he had seen it.

"Do you see it?" He interrupted my train of thought.

"Oh yeah," I reassured him, "Right up there." I pointed up before reaching up. The otter shuffled behind me as I tried to slide the book out without making too much of a mess. That is until I felt a pair of short arms wrap around my torso making me freeze in place. His paws began to work on the belt tightly holding up my pants.

"I... uhh... can I help you?" I stammered out.

"Mhmm yes you can, and it's nothing hidden away in an old history book." My buckle flew free as his paws slid down my front, sliding themselves over my sheath, my pink cock already starting to grow naturally in excitement. My paws drew down instead and braced myself against the heavy bookshelf as his paws eagerly encouraged the growth of my arousal. He lets out a quiet laugh, "Heh, usually you librarians put up more of a fight."

"Would... you like me to?" I huffed out.

"Well does have its own fun, but I'll take your eagerness as a compliment." He opens up the zip of my pants and slides them down to my ankle, dropping to his knees behind me. "Now let's just see how kinky this bookworm is eh?" His paws plant themselves on my cheeks and spreads them as his muzzle slides in close. His hot breathe under my tail only for a moment before his slick tongue slides up against my entrance. I couldn't help but let out a hard moan, knowing well no one else was lurking around on his floor.

"You've done this before?" I manage to stutter out between heavy breaths.

"Shhh, the only thing I want to hear out of your muzzle is more of those cute moans." He hushes me, as his muzzle lifts away to be quickly replaced by a digit on his paw. I bite down on my lip as my claws slightly cut into the aging neck of the books sitting in front of me. It doesn't take long for the otter to add another as I hear his own pants freeing themselves and dropping to the floor. "If you could so kindly turn around and help a stranger out, I seem to have forgotten my lube."

I gulp quietly to myself as I slowly step around, the same otter standing behind me, except this time he's bottomless with a heavy cock hanging out from between his legs held by the base by his paw, cute coin purse balls resting behind it. Without a word from me I drop down on my knees in front of him and open up my muzzle as his free hand lands on my head. His paw and hips meet with my face in between, his half hard cock sliding into my muzzle with a single thrust, reaching full thickness inside the warmth of my throat.

The musk on his cock tasted sweet as my tongue tried to slide along the shaft resting in my mouth. Gently he began to move his cock in and out of my mouth, taking control but not being too rough with my muzzle. His cock throbbed between my open jaw as a generous amount of pre leaked straight into my throat. Finally he pulled my head off, my tongue still swirling around the tip of his cock greedily. His arousal glistened with slickness as he let out a heavy satisfied sigh.

"All fours, face the bookshelf." My heart jumped as he barked his orders. I turned to face the aging books and planted myself down on the floor. He fell down behind me and slid the head of his cock under my tail. I held tight on my striped tail and grinded his hips forward, my entrance easily sliding around his prick, letting out a moan as 7 inches of thick otter cock slid in behind me.

"Such a tight kitty," he crudely announced as his free hand fell down to grip my hip, pulling it down on the last few inches of his dick. He didn't give me a moment to rest as his hips began to thrust into mine liberally. My own cock hung down low between my legs, it's length letting the tip brush up slightly against the carpet below with every deep thrust he gave me, I blushed as I looked down to see the stains on the carpet from the pre dripping from my cock.

Minutes passed as his fast thrusting became more erratic, his breathing coming heavier behind me, the grip my tail tightening. With a final thrust he throws himself into me, his warm release filling me up, pushing my own orgasm to life as we both came. After a moment's rest he pulled his hips back, his cock sliding out with a satisfying pop as I felt his hot cum trickle down past my balls into the floor. I didn't even want to look down to see the mess we had made but I didn't have to as I heard him let out a short wolf whistle behind me.

"Hell, you can sure take one hellova fuck, I'll give you that tiger." He teased as he lightly slapped my worn out ass. "I'm not sure what your libraries policy is on spills but... you're probably going to want someone to clean this up."

I only let out a grunt as he laughed and gave me a gentle spank again. "When do you get off by the way?"

I misheard him. "Uhh... a couple seconds after you I think..." He chuckled again.

"No I mean when do you get off you're shift?

"Oh uhh, we close at 6, I'll be out by half past." I twitch as I feel another hot trickle down my behind.

"Good, meet at the café down the road at 7?" He said as I heard him get dressed again behind me. He didn't wait for a reply as I heard his soft feet walk away down. I looked up just to see him disappear around the corner.

I let out a groan as I stand myself up, accidently stepping in my own puddle as even more leak out behind me. How much did that otter cum... I guess I'll just have to find out later tonight I thought to myself as I let myself grin for only a moment before grimacing again looking down at the mess. I let out a sigh, no one browses history anyways.