FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

***

She ran as fast as her four paws could carry her, hearing her master open the back door in a drunken rage, the screen door shattering into a thousand pieces with the force exerted in opening it. She paid it no heed though, she paid nothing any heed in that current moment, her only tangible thought was to run as fast and far as she could, not wanting to receive another beating.

"Come back here you pink Sylveon slut! I wasn't done with you yet." The drunken man yelled as he started to hazily run after her, bottle half full of undrunk whiskey accompanying him.

She knew she could outrun him, she had done it many times before, the problem came to the wall that surrounded his home, erected recently in an attempt to keep her contained. It had worked, physically there was nothing she could do, digging was futile, as was trying to scale the wall. Both ended in harsh beating and a super heal, only to be beaten again.

As she neared the wall she came to a skidding stop, looking back she saw her master fumbling around in the dark towards her, bottle still in tow yet more empty then before. She looked back at the wall, her mind leaping from idea to idea, each one more desperate then the last, and each one ultimately a futile idea.

A quiet whooshing sound and the soft patter of water hitting grass was enough to break her out of her thoughts and turn around to find out what it was. She only had a brief glimpse before the bottle her master had been holding had slammed into her face and shattered upon impact, her master laughing manically from over a dozen metres away.

As the laughing stopped he continued his slow march towards her again, foul grin etched painfully onto his wrinkled face. "You know the consequences you simple bitch. You know what happens when you try to run. Yet you still do, it's no wonder that you're the stupid bitch, and I'm the master."

She had only heard snippets of what he had said, her head still reeling from the impact of the bottle. She could feel her own blood making its way down her face and melding into the ground below. She looked up at her master, colours and shapes blurring together into one undefinable image of crimson red and black.

Her mind started to jumble ideas together into an incomprehensible mess, every thought, every idea of escape was on the tip of her tongue, yet each one had flaws, each one ultimately lead to her demise. That was except for the one she never even dared to dwell on, fighting back. Her previously misplaced love for her master was all but extinguished by now, but small threads of her being still held onto the dead hope that he still loved her, that he was simply going through a tough time. However those finial strings holding her back from redemption finally snapped, no part of her small being holding even the minute pieces of hope.

She couldn't see but she could still hear and smell, her olfactory signalling out the memorised scent of her master, her crimson liquid doing nothing to hinder her efforts. He neared closer to her, and she was set on the attack she was going to use, a simple yet deadly effective attack, a Psyshock. As he neared mere metres from her frail body he started to slow his pace even more before crouching down a metre from her prone body, looking on in sickening joy at his injured Pokémon.

She gathered energy from every part of her body, from crevasses and pools that she did not even knew existed inside of her. Tugging on her life force itself she drew the final amounts of power needed to launch the attack, gambling her life away, knowing a gambled death was a thousand times better then a lifetime of torment and pain. She charged the attack, putting all her gathered energy into it, making it more than powerful enough to take down her master.

Her master's sadistic smile turned into a confused frown, his sluggish brain drowning in the alcohol he had been consuming, confused as to what the purple light was. "Stop that now you bitch or else you'll g -" He never did get the chance to finish the sentence, instead his words being replaced by soundless screams as the Psyshock tore through his torso as if it was made of burnt paper.

He stared and clutched at his now nonexistent chest, no sound coming out due to him no longer possessing lungs. All that came out of his mouth was the gargle of blood then silence, his body seemingly defying gravity as it stood on its own for a moment with his arms limp, swaying back and forth before tumbling backward, his blood watering the neglected grass.

She couldn't see at all now, no colours, no lights, only darkness. She knew she hit her mark as the scent of blood other than her own flooded her olfactory, satisfaction rifling through her body moments before the toll of death itself tugged at her cords, pulling her into an inescapable sleep.

***

Her consciousness returned to her, reluctant to open her heavy lidded eyes, the sweet embrace of sleep roping her into its depths. But she pushed back at it. She opened one eye for only a moment, half expectant to find herself floating somewhere in the ether. Instead she found the gods had smiled upon her pitiful soul, seemingly granting life into her doomed body.

Her head felt as if it floated above the clouds, the loss of blood taxing its heavy toll on her body, asphyxiating her brain of its much needed oxygen. She refused to give up however, pushing through the limitations set by her own body; shakily standing upon all four paws once again, although it only lasted for a few seconds before she collapsed again into an exhausted heap.

At least she knew she could see, it didn't seem clear but it wasn't one single blurred image anymore. Instead it seemed as if she was looking through some badly made glasses, blurring the world, but into comprehensible images this time. She opened her eyes again, light flooding them, the sun bearing down onto her and the barren grass around her. She could see her ex-master as well; fear and pain had contorted his face in his final moments, solidifying them into a horrifying gaze that stared at nothing. She also saw the hole she had put into his chest, if it was a little bigger then it may have been bigger than the entirety of his chest, but for now only the sides of his chest held his head to his lower half. She would have puked, the sight being all too much to bear, but without anything in her stomach she only dry heaved, her body unable to eject any substance from her body.

She laid there for an unknown amount of time, according to the shadows it seemed to be about an hour, but there was no discernible way to accurately tell. During this time she became sickeningly acquainted with the smells of blood and death that soaked her immediate vicinity, including some of her white fur. After she gathered the remains of her regenerative energy she stood back up on shaky paws, determined to get out of the area, no doubt people will become suspicious when her ex-master doesn't answer anything for a long time to come. Walking back into the open house she scavenged all the Pokémon food she could find, slowly filling her body over the course of an hour as she continued her search around the house for her means of escape. The fly screen on the living room window seemed to be the easiest way out so as midday approached she tore a hole in the screen and bolted for the nearest forest.

She had only seen a couple humans on her way to the forest, each one looking more confused and horrified as they saw her blood matted coat, some even attempting to chase her down. She had managed to outrun them, dodging this way and that and cutting through fences and alleyways they would have trouble navigating, effectively making sure that she couldn't be chased.

She could see the forest now, its trees providing a sense of security in her small frame, knowing that no sane human would dare venture into the forest without Pokémon. Unless she came across a trainer she had nothing to really worry about. Making her way into the forest she used the fading memories of her childhood to locate the nearest stream, a long walk away but it was a place she could drink and rest for now, knowing it would be more highly concentrated with Pokémon providing an easier getaway if a cocky trainer came along.

She almost broke into the clearing next to the stream before a flurry of Pokémon voices could be heard, talking about something she cared very little about. She stopped because she was matted in blood; not exactly something you can come across as friendly with. Instead of making her way directly to the steam she instead backtracked and followed the stream behind the protective barrier of trees and bushes, looking for a spot with a small amount of Pokémon, no Pokémon at best.

After only what seemed like five minutes of searching she found a bend in the steam with no visible Pokémon. After a vigorous check she slowly made her way into the stream, watching out for any possible hostile Pokémon or human. She was relieved when she found that no Pokémon or humans were present and proceeded to wash herself as best as she could, letting the stream do the majority of the work.

She was clean, and it felt more than just good. It felt as if her worries were washed off with the blood, floating down stream, never to be seen again. She was about to leave the stream and lie down in the gentle sun when she heard a rustle from a nearby bush, either being a medium Pokémon or a small-ish human.

"Shit, she heard me. Fuck, maybe if I try to..." she heard coming from the bush before a human teenager tumbled from the bush, body rolled into a protective ball, hiding its contents from her inquiring gaze. She was about to start growling, telling him to leave but the glance at his waist suggested he wasn't a threat, no Pokéballs what so ever could be seen. This kid must be a true moron to wander through the forest without any. She pushed that to the back of her mind however, growling at the intruder, although much quieter then if she didn't make the beforehand observation.

He saw the growling Sylveon and quickly backpedalled a few metres away from her, revealing the object he was protecting before, a high quality camera. He tilted his head to the side, evident confusion etched onto his face. "I've never seen a Sylveon around here; I didn't think they were even possible to find in the wild." He said to himself, unsure how a Sylveon would even evolve in the wild. "I guess you're someone's Pokémon." He paused for a moment, thinking about what to do. "How do you feel about finding your trainer?" Needless to say, he didn't get the response he was looking for; instead he got barred teeth and a much more threatening growl.

He backed up once again, now a good 4 or so metres away from the sylveon. "Well that was a touchy subject, maybe you are a wild one." He stared at the sylveon who was still trying to look threatening, if she didn't look pink, white and fluffy then she might have done a much better job at it. Instead of tormenting her further he looked at his watch and decided he had spent enough time in the forest and needed to start heading home.

Backing up a bit more so he didn't startle the sylveon when he decided to stand up he started to rifle through his backpack which she hadn't noticed until now, taking various things out that weren't much of an importance to either of them. After half a minute and some annoyed mumbles the teen finally found what he was looking for and pulled out a coloured plastic container, its contents unknown to her. He opened it and started to pull out more things, fruits, sandwiches, and other foods while her curiosity started to get the better of her, causing her to stop growling.

Finally he pulled out what he was looking for, some Oran and Sitrus berries he always kept in his lunch box, he never ate them but he always gave them away to Pokémon throughout the day, more so if they needed it. He put the two berries next to him and packed away everything he took out of his backpack, putting it back onto his back and standing up. He looked at the sylveon and almost walked off before he remembered why he fell out of the bush in the first place, to take a picture. He grabbed the camera hanging around his neck and aimed it at the sylveon, snapping a picture when she looked up at him in curiosity.

Happy with his picture he waved awkwardly at the sylveon and turned around, aiming to get home before 5. He left her vision, disappearing into the woods in roughly the same direction he came from, probably. She cautiously walked up to the berries and inspected them; it had been a long time since anyone had given her anything of value, let alone a sweet tasting berry. She inspected it once again, a habit she developed living with her previous master. At the thought of that memory a shudder ran down her spine and she bit into the berry, determined not to think about what had transpired less than a day ago.

As she finished both berries she felt herself renewed with unrefined strength and energy, the healing properties of the berries doing their job. She looked up into the sky and was surprised when she saw the sun almost kissing the horizon, the days "activities" going by faster then she anticipated. She loved watching the sunsets but was now faced with a dilemma; in the forest she had little idea of where she could sleep that wasn't already taken. That and at night it was much more dangerous to roam around with the dark types and the scavengers dismantling any piece of food they can find.

She started to get worried, unknowingly tucking her tail between her legs, she was scared about what might happen and that she was all alone, making her an even easer target then she already was. For some reason unknown even to herself her mind's eye showed her the teen that had fed her, something told her that he would keep her safe. The small act of compassion shown by him was enough to blow at the smouldering ashes that was her hope; the act of kindness was something that she had not known for years, a lost memory.

She sniffed the air around her, it wasn't hard to locate which scent was his, humans smell different from Pokémon and this one was all sweaty, making it even easier. She ran in the direction he headed, stopping every so often when his trail went cold, picking it back up each time. Whenever she stopped she watched the sun, it was slowly engulfed by the horizon until it only peaked over it, taunting her world with night. She was running out of time and energy, he had gone this way and that in a criss-cross pattern, sometimes he had stopped as his scent was heavy but it always continued on. She was about to start looking for another option when she noticed his scent was getting stronger with each step, signifying his nearby presence.

With renewed vigour she continued on, tongue hanging out of her mouth as she ran on, her slumbering hope showing signs of life. As she neared the edge of the forest and came to an abrupt stop, her conscious telling her to stop, telling her danger awaited her outside the forest. She couldn't see the human but she could definitely smell him, he had been here less than a minute ago which meant he probably meant he lived in the house she was currently looking at.

The sun was completely below the horizon now, the last whispers of day lingered in the air, quickly dispersing and making way for the inevitable night. Knowing that she could do nothing until the next day she retreated a little ways back into the forest. Hoping that the tree she chooses wasn't occupied by another Pokémon. After finding a suitable looking tree from where she could see the house yet not be seen from it she climbed the tree and laid down on one of the lower branches. From here she could see the glow emanating from the nearby houses. She wondered why she felt so attached to him, why she even felt compelled to show him how she felt. Normally she wouldn't act like this, yet why did she? Getting tired she decided not to dwell on the matter until tomorrow, hoping a new day would bring new answers.

***

The next day did bring her answers, just not the ones she was looking for, far from them actually. As her body was currently announcing rather loudly and unwarranted, she was currently in heat. It explained why she possessed the feelings that she did, and why she was so drawn to the boy. Even if she didn't want to have feelings for him the fact was that she had no choice, not that she didn't want to have feelings for him... She felt it was just too soon to be this drawn.

Attempting to push those thoughts to the back of her mind for now she jumped down from the tree, only now noticing the sun had not even come up yet, although it was probably only a few minutes away. At this time of day there was no way anyone would be up and about. Oh how she was wrong, fate seemed to be toying with her recently.

As she started to look around for some juicy berries, she picked up on a familiar voice and a door slamming. "Shit, I'm going to be late for the sunrise. Shit shit shit." The teen said to himself as he slammed a door open and closed before he started to run towards the forest. She was about to hide but her body forced her to stay, paralysing her in a mixture of joy and fear.

Just as he reached the edge he turned to his right and started running towards a bald hill, he had probably seen her from this distance but he seemed to pay her no mind, seemingly fixated on the sunrise. Once her body freed her from its grasp, she had a moment to process the situation before running after the boy, although more than a few metres inside the forest this time.

She kept pace with the teen for the entire duration of his jog to the top of the hill, he seemed puffed but it seemed to be something he did regularly. The more feral parts of herself told her that meant he would make a good mate, well exercised and all, even if he was the wrong species. She was revolted by the idea but at the same was strangely turned on, lewd thoughts making their way into her head with no resistance. She became so caught up in her thoughts that she almost ran into a tree, the teen suddenly stopping caught her attention enough to break her lewd train of thought.

He stopped just as the base of the hill, having taken his backpack off to scour through it quickly for an unknown reason. He took out the same lunch box he had the other day and took out the same berries as yesterday. He placed both on the ground and put everything back into his bag, quickly scanning the forest before running up the hill and away from the forest.

If she wanted to stay hidden then she couldn't follow him, but as he ran she knew she could take the fruit he dropped. She wasn't sure if it was for her or not but she didn't take the chance that it may have been random and while he ran, took the berries and retreated up into a tree from where she could watch him and eat the berries.

He ran to the top of the hill and started to pull things out of his backpack, one object she thought was a tripod. She looked over to where the sun was rising, it was now half over the horizon, she wasn't sure if he was late or early but she hoped he would get what he came for. She watched him take out the camera he used yesterday and suddenly it all clicked, he was obviously here to take photos of the sunrise, it was probably something he did often.

She watched him extend the tripod and mount his camera, all the while she laid there comfortably and ate the berries he had dropped. She noticed that every so often he would look down at the forest and scan it, as if he was watching or waiting for something to come out. He seemed a little dejected each time he finished his scan but this was renewed each time he started one. Nearing the end of his photo taking session she realised he was probably looking for her and that he had dropped the food on purpose. Her heart beat a little bit faster upon this realisation, all of her doubts and conflicting emotions suddenly felt meaningless. Her slumbering hope was now a small flame, dimly lit and running on perishable fuels.

She watched him scan the trees once more, looking dejected once again as he finished his sweep, focusing his attention back on the camera. She watched him take the camera off the tripod and he seemed to be going through the photos before pulling out a blanket and setting it on the grass, pulling out his lunchbox once more but this time for himself.

She realised that this was her chance, to get close to him before he spotted her, she didn't know why she didn't want him to see her until she felt it was okay but she thought it was a remnant of her previous trainer. Shaking her head from that train of thought she discarded the remains of her eaten berries and jumped out of the tree, landing with a huff.

She started to make her way up the hill and towards the teen; he had stopped his searching eyes scanning the forest and instead focused on the camera he was currently holding. As she got closer her heart started to beat faster, lewd thoughts making her way back into her head again, albeit with resistance this time. She was almost certain he could hear her heartbeat; it was pounding on her chest with a deafening sound.

He didn't seem to notice that she had crept up behind him, that or he just didn't want to startle her, probably the former due to how caught up he was in his camera. She sat down behind him, only a metre away with her heart still pounding away against her chest.

She swallowed her nervousness and nuzzled the right side of him with her nose. She expected him to turn to her and exclaim his surprise or happiness, maybe even both but no. He reached over and started to pet her, scratching her ears and playing with her ribbons, all the while still looking at the photos on his camera.

The teen looked at his camera, marvelling at some of the photo's he took while quickly deleting others. He wasn't what you'd call a novice photographer but you wouldn't call him great either, about apprentice level. He felt something nuzzle his right side and he instinctively reached down to pet his cat. Petting the fur and the overly large ears... and the... ribbons? He didn't stop his petting but focused more on what he was petting, it wasn't purring and he was outside. So it wasn't his cat, it was a wild Pokémon that he was petting.

She enjoyed the all the petting she was getting and just stood there and ate the affection he was giving her, even if she knew he was still focused on the camera. Suddenly he removed his hand from her head and jumped up, frightening her and causing her to jump backwards.

He seemed to be about ready to bolt before he noticed who he was staring at and he visibly relaxed. On the other hand she was now ready to bolt at any sign of danger, not that he possessed any. He slowly sat back down on the blanket and stared at her, seemingly taking in all the features her body possessed. She felt exposed yet also turned on, the attention driving her heat through the roof; she was even tempted to present herself there and then, the attention almost causing her more feral side to take over. Lewd thoughts made their way back into her head, only serving to drive her heat even higher then it needed to be. In retaliation she sat down on the grass just next to the blanket, hiding any evidence of this from him, although she had started to pant slightly, getting physically hot in the cool early morning.

The sudden sound of his voice forced her to focus on it rather than her heat, a blessing she was thankful for. "Sorry about startling you, probably should have guessed but it's better to be safe than sorry. Anyway," He held out a hand which she stared at, "my name is Sven. Strange name I know but I didn't give it to myself." He looked at his hand then to the sylveon then his hand again, finally realising she probably didn't understand the gesture he withdrew his hand, instead using it to bashfully scratch the back of his head.

She wanted to walk up to him and have him continue petting her, but she feared embarrassment if he were to find out about her heat or if she wet his blanket. So she sat there, fire burning inside with nothing to put it out with.

Looking at his watch the teen suddenly stood back up once again, this time not startling Sylveon as much as it did before. He started to pack things up, folding his tripod back up and folding his blanket into a smaller square he pack it all back inside of his bag which seemed to hold more than it should. He was about to run back to his house and get ready for school when he remembered the sylveon, reluctant to leave it here he told her that she could follow him to his house and into his room but also told her not to alert his parents. Once he had a confirmation nod they both started to run back in the direction of the house. As they ran she held onto his left hand with her ribbons, not daring to stray too far behind or too far in front, determined to share the feelings she possessed, even if her ribbons only allowed the calming of Pokémon and people. Her hope was now burning comfortably bright inside her.