FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Um... It's that way, right?" The brown furred squirrel morph asked timidly, staring hopefully at the wolf behind the counter. "I brought the forty dollars in cash, as requested," he states, placing a small wad of five dollar bills on the counter.

"You're in the right place, mate," the wolf counters, the wad of bills vanishing beneath the counter and into a hidden box underneath, "just down the hall, and it's the third door on the right. Check the slot in the door, if it's red, wait, someone else is in there, and you'll get your turn next. If it's green, you're up, and good luck."

"Oh, uh, thanks... a lot... I've never done anything like this before." He starts wringing his hands, heading in the direction the wolf directed. The floor made hollow knocking sounds, obviously wooden as his heavy work boots thumped across it, leaving slight imprints in the hideously blue shag carpeting covering the floor. He reaches the door, noticing the notch towards the top of of the door showing red.

He shuffles nervously, impatiently awaiting his turn, the door a seemingly impenetrable wall barring his access to his desire on the other side. The door suddenly swings open, the notch switching to green, and a furry foot appearing, the rest of the leg not far behind. A rat, if the distinctive ears and long pink tail were any indication, his feet too much like his ancestors for shoes to work. The rats white fur slick with sweat, his face decidedly red for such a white coat, panting from exertion. "Excuse me," he mumbles to the squirrel, squeezing past him in the tight confines of the small hallway.

"No problem," the squirrel mumbles back, eagerly passing through the doorway into the tiny room beyond, the walls a plain white, with no adornments of any kind, except one. A small hole in the wall, about four inches wide, with foam around the edges and what appeared to be a black curtain on the other side the only thing in the room besides the squirrel morph. He turns around, shutting the door behind himself and turning the switch to the 'occupied' position so as to not be disturbed.

He glances around nervously, making sure he's all alone, although the room is the size of a porta-potty, not even big enough for a second person. The sound of a zipper the only sound reverberating around the cramped space, his fly opening, and his hand disappearing inside his pants, rubbing his sheathe to coax out his member. He squeezes it tenderly, coaxing it up to creep from his sheathe, sliding out into the air and escaping out the now open fly, soon throbbing with the expected pleasure awaiting on the other side of the hole. He rubs the tip, moaning softly, a small drop of pre appearing on the very tip, which he rubs into his member, making it glisten with the wetness of it.

He takes a half step forward, just far enough for his member to reach the hole, sliding it through the hole, splitting the curtain in half and pushing his member through and into the other side, now awaiting his surprise, gasping as an unseen hand grabs hold of it, stroking it lightly. A light groan escapes his throat, his member giving a lurch in the hand on the other side of the wall, causing a small spurt of pre to leak from the tip, letting the hidden molester slide their hand more easily over the meat in hand. The hand leaves, causing the squirrel to groan in frustration, wondering why they stopped the pleasure they were getting.

A long, low moan is squeezed out, his head falling back and his tongue hanging out of his mouth as a warm wetness envelops his member, suckling softly, a wet appendage pressing against the bottom of the glistening member, rubbing out more of the salty-sweet pre into their mouth, swallowing it down. They start bobbing up and down on his rod, a long, prehensile tongue, obviously reptilian, wraps itself around his rod, rubbing it in just the right way to provide ultimate pleasure to the sexually frustrated squirrel, probing his rod in just the perfect points to practically coax the cum from his furry orbs, causing him to pant and start thrusting into the warmness, pushing against the foam. The foam rustles as his pelvis met it, his thrusts speeding up and starting to pound against the hole, the reason for the foam obvious as his member starts pushing against the strangers throat. They swallowed as the member hit the back of their throat, giving the squirrel even more pleasure, his member burning with the blood coursing through it, the tongue swirling around his member, coaxing out more pre, just to get swallowed down quickly.

He groans, positively slamming into the willing mouth, getting closer and closer to climax. He gives a growl, palms flat against the wall with nothing to gain purchase on, the sloppy paint job actually scraping off under his nails as his final climax crashes over him, the first not caused by his own hand, wracking his body, his knees practically buckling, only holding him up through sheer force of will. His orbs clench up, shooting his cum out his tip in a geyser, splattering the back of the mystery reptile's throat in a painting of white splooge, spurt after spurt being coaxed out by the talented tongue, swallowed down to nourish the carnivore. His knees shaking from exhaustion, his member spurting the last few drops, the mouth withdraws, giving one last suckle to pull any remnants from his member, he gasps once more as that wonderful tongue gives one final lick across the bottom before flicking across the tip, picking up the last, final drop of the sticky liquid.

He takes a step back, withdrawing his rod from the hole, and gives it a couple squeezes, watching it slowly retreat back into it's furry haven, vanishing from sight, it's job done. He sighs, zipping his pants up and readjusting himself, his pants having ridden up from the exertion. He turns, unlocking the door and flipping the switch, stepping out, right into a rabbit on the other side of the door, grinning like a lunatic and bouncing from foot to foot, eagerly awaiting his turn. He shoves the squirrel away, throwing himself into the room and slamming the door behind him with a thud. The squirrels cheeks turn red, blushing heavily at the thought of the rabbit getting his turn, rushing back down the hall and through the door, sparing just a passing glance to the leering wolf behind the counter.