FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

It had felt like hours, but Rel finally tore here gaze from the plane as it began to descend towards the runway. She took my paw and I looked at her, taking my own eyes from the bright glow of New York's all to familiar skyline. The snow leopard looked fine to me though, even as she squeezed my paw.

The plane bumped onto the runway with a jolt a few seconds later, and Rel gave a small "eek!" as the plane started to come to squealing halt. I squeezed her paw to reassure her, and she gave me a smile. It had taken just over five hours to fly from Monticello, California all the way to the La Guardia airport, just outside of Queens, New York. From takeoff to landing, Rel had looked out of the window, making the occasional "oh" or "ah!" as we flew over a city or town. Halfway through the flight, Anji, Cale and myself had all taken turns changing in the planes bathroom- the plane itself was personal jet, owned by the Center- then the wolf had fallen asleep while the dog pulled out a book.

Now as the plane came to a stop, I heard Cale snap his book shut with a small sigh.

"Only eighty pages out from finishing," he frowned at the red book in his paws, "Ah well."

I ran a paw through my hair then stretched my arms over my head, feeling my back crack and pop. Rel ran her paw over mine, running the other paw up my arm, and I looked at her. She smiled at me, her green eyes dancing under her black ponytail. She wore a regular dress that fell just past her knees, and a set of sliver heels. I pulled at the collar of my dress jacket, a black thing adorned with various patches and small badges, commemorating some of my feats with the Order over the last five years.

I heard Cale clear his throat, then he was shaking the wolf awake. I heard Anji grunt as he sat up, his bright golden eyes coming open. He rubbed his face with a paw, then looked at his own dress jacket and pants, cursing as he smoothed out a crease on his sleeve.

As the plane came to a stop, we all stood up- Anji and his mother and father, Cale and his father, and Rel and I stood up. My mother had stayed behind an extra day in California to pack with her current boyfriend, a brown wolf named Nathan, and said she would be following me soon. I'd kissed her goodbye, shaken paws with Nathan, then driven with Rel to the airport, where I said my ultimate goodbyes to my Mustang. I'll be honest and say I'll miss that car, but New York is much more exciting if you have a motorcycle.

I stood up and stretched now as the captains cabin door swung open, and the pilots came to stand near the door. I ran a paw through my hair again, then pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Good old NY," I heard Anji mutter.

"Tsh," I heard Cale make a noise, and I glanced at the two. They were both standing now, and as Anji began to move for the planes exit, I said,

"Wonder who'll greet us."

"We'll see in a few seconds won't we?" the wolf answered with a small smirk.

"Mhm," Cale grunted in agreement.

As we all began to amble from the plane, the pilots thanked us for flying, and we muttered our thanks. Anji's mother was similar to the wolf in almost every way, from their serious expressions to the drag of their feet. The wolf's father was even more like his father, and they both had a swinging kind of walk as they moved down the planes steps. A cool wind that I hadn't expected blew past all of us, and I felt myself shiver. After being in California for the past four years, I knew it would take a moment to get used to the chill of New York again.

Our greeting party consisted of only three furs, but as I came down the steps, taking Rel's paw as she stepped onto the concrete of the runway, I recognized all of them. Two of them I liked, but the third not so much. Two furs, one of them red panda and the other a brown wolf with white spots on his arms and neck, both stood upright with their hands behind their backs. They all wore black suits, but the third fur, a wolf with black fur to match Anii's, stood hunched with a cane in his right paw. The upright wolf was named Jack Rhodes, the red panda was Don Hughes, and the black wolf was Martin Montego. Behind the three was a long black car, and now Anji and Cale's parents moved past their sons as they briefly greeted the other furs, then got into the car.

As Anji and Cale's parents drove off in the car, the oldest fur greeted me with a rough voice.

"Thomas," it was like gravel on a rough road. But I only hesitated for a second before replying,

"Martin," and putting my paws behind my back as I gave the fur a bow.

Jack and Don greeted Anji, Cale and myself, and Jack said,

"Welcome back gentlemen," he glanced at Rel before adding, "And lady," with a nod. Rel smiled at the wolf, but kept her paws on my upper arm.

"And let us all offer you congratulations of completion of operation Bloodline. The Center has piles of data to sort thoruhg still, but none the less you have all performed your duties to the letter."

"And here," Martin tucked his free paw into his dress jacket now, and pulled out two small boxes from within, and handed both Anji and Cale a box. Then he looked at me, and said, "I assume that you understand why you haven't received your badge, TO 95?"

"I do," I did my best to keep my voice level, but I was sure that everyone heard the note of disappointment that lurked in my response.

"You'll earn yours," Anji said to me. I looked at the wolf who nodded, and I nodded back.

"Now then young sirs," Don cleared his throat, and as he waved a paw behind his head, I saw a set of car lights flare to life, and an engine whined as the car came across the runway. "Let's get you boys home, shall we?"

As the car to pick us all up, I felt a small wave of relief when only Anji, Cale, myself and Rel got into the car and pulled away from the three furs and the landed plane.

* * *

From the airport, Rel and I were dropped off first outside of a tall apartment building in the Forest Hills district of Queens. I helped Rel from the car and as it pulled away, she gripped my arm and I heard her breath,

"This is..." she paused, and as I looked at her, she said, "This is gorgeous."

I couldn't help but smile. I had been living in and out of New York since in the age of eight, and I had almost every inch of the big city. It was pretty, maybe not gorgeous, but pretty none the less. It was nighttime outside, and overhead through the tress, the stars and the moon hung high in the sky. Streetlights threw pools of light into the road, and in the distance I could hear the chirp of bugs. Apartments shone around us, and now I put my arm around Rel's shoulders and said,

"Wait until you see our place."

Her eyes brightened and I couldn't help but laugh, and I lead her from the streets and to the tall apartment. We came inside of the marble-floor lobby, the sounds of Rel's heels clicking across the floor as I lead her to the elevators. The receptionists desk was currently empty, but as we passed it I saw and picked up a keycard with the name "T. Ororro" on it. I thumped the elevators call button as Rel and came to it, then rode it up, twelve, thirteen, then fourteen floors. The elevator was made of glass, and Rel kept her face pressed to it as we rode, her bright green eyes running over the vast, sparkling lights of the city.

The elevator dinged as we stepped off, and walked a short hall to room 1404. The door clicked as it unlocked, I held out my paw, and Rel smiled at me and stepped into the room.

A wide kitchen was to the left side, and that in turn gave way to a wide living room, all of the white and light grey, and a a smooth fur rug stretched over the light brown wooden floors. To the right was a long hall that led to a master bedroom and a bathroom.

"Wow," Rel breathed as she looked around the apartment, and reached down to pull off her shoes. her hair fell in her face, but she took her shoes in her paws and tucked her hair behind her ear. She looked at me, then smiled.

I smiled back, closing the door behind myself, and walked into the apartment. It had been awhile since I stayed in New York, but the apartments in Forest Hills were by far my favorite. I had lived all around the city- being a witch hunter tended to make you a few enemies- but Forest Hill was just twenty-six minutes from the Center, and the district was under constant watch by the Center's guard.

Rel and I moved quickly to the bedroom, where our clothes quickly made way to the floor, and the snow leopard and I laid down on the rooms wide plush bed, sinking into the mattress. I ran my paws up and down her naked body, then ran a finger down to her navel, and rubbed her gently. Her cheeks flashed red as I touched her, and her own paw crept to my length. I rolled on my back and pulled Rel into my lap, feeling her paws press into my chest. She sat on me for a second, her paw working my sex, and I closed my eyes as a moan escaped my lips. With the graduation and the last three days had consisted of packing, making housing arguments and travel arrangements, and it had given me little time to spend with Rel.

But now, as I ran my paws up and down Rel's sides as the leopard stroked my length, I moaned of the long awaited pleasure. Rel leaned down and pressed her lips to mine, and I wrapped my arms around her as her paw put my length against the folds of her heat, and she put her other paw in my hair as I pushed myself inside her.

We made love slow at first, but gradually speed up, and Rel took a paw full of my hair as I moaned, nearing my climax. I kept my arms wrapped around her back, my groin slapping against her bottom. She rocked against my chest, her short gasping moans making me groan as we fucked.

"T-T-Thomas," I heard her moan my name, and I groaned as I felt myself cum.

The waves flowed as I slowed down, and let my head rest against the beds pillows. "Uh," I moaned, breathing hard as Rel laid against my chest, her body hot against mine. "Fuck..." I swallowed, and let out a breath.

"Thomas," Rel whispered my name and I hugged her to me. "Oh, god that was good," she whispered.

"Mmm," I smiled and pressed my lips to her cheek, and the snow leopard purred, a low soft sound, and put her lips to mine.

* * *

We went to the balcony after that, Rel sitting in my lap as we watched the city rubble by under us. The highway was busy with traffic like normal, and around us the other tall apartment buildings glowed with light and sounds. Insects chirped in the distance, and around us the city hummed and buzzed with life. I had always liked California, but growing up in New York, this was where I really felt at home.

"Did you always live here?" Rel asked me.

"My family yes, but my grandparents lived in Ireland. They moved over here sometime in the late 80's, when a rival witching Clan grew into power and forced them out."

"That's terrible," Rel whispered.

"Mm," I wrapped my arms around the snow leopards middle, then said, "My mom told me once, when I was still in middle school I think, that I had more than enough potential to become just like my father. Of course, back then I assumed that she meant I would take up the family business. But again, I thought they meant the family business was banking, not hunting witches."

"Your father was a banker?" Rel asked.

"Mhm," I nodded. "From what my mother told me, that was the best kind of cover he could get a hold of with his real occupation of hunting witches. Moving from country to country on job after job. But that was only know to his employers, and the Center. Everyone else assumed he doubled as an inspector for banks, and got to travel the world, looking at all the various banks that were around the world."

"But why witches?" she turned to look at me now, her green eyes peering into my own yellow eyes. They were full of concern, curiosity. Wonder. "Why does your family hunt witches?"

I meet her gaze, but looked past her and over the wide city, not immediately replying. I had asked myself that question many times, and I had always answered myself the same. "Because it's what were good at," I said aloud.

"Couldn't you be good at banking?" she asked me.

"Banking," I felt myself sneer now, but I sat Rel into the chair and got up, running a paw through my hair. "I don't want to bank," I held up a paw to the empty air, "I couldn't, god even if I tried my hardest. Sitting at a desk all day, crunching numbers and taking phone calls and listening to the general populace complain about their financial situations," I paused, watching a semi truck roar down the nearby highway. "That's to dull of a life for me," I said quietly.

"But it's dangerous," Rel replied quietly.

I looked at her over my shoulder. She had a way at making my normal calm and care-free type of personality melt away, and most of the time it was replaced with a caring attitude. But as I looked into those deep, green curious eyes, I replied with,

"Are you worried that I'll get killed?"

That was the nail in the coffin. Rel let out a small wimpier, then the next second she was across the balcony and pressing her face into my back, her arms wrapped around my middle. I heard her take a sobbing breath, then she let the tears flow.

It didn't take me by surprise, but part of me felt the immediate guilt for making such a touch accusation. Rel took another sobbing breath, but only cried harder. Her arms wrapped tighter around my body, and now I turned and put my own arms around her, and put my chin to her head. She sobbed again, her body shaking in my hold, and I put a paw to the back of her head, whispering "Shh." I kept my arm wrapped tightly around her, and she sniffled into my chest.

She looked up at me, putting her chin to my chest, and took a deep breath. "I-" she started, then put her face back to my chest and let another sob free. I pressed her too me, resting my forehead on the top of her head. Then she moved her head again, and I met her eyes. "I don't want anything to h-happen to you," she managed. I could hear the anguish in her voice, and see the sudden pain that had invaded her eyes. It hurt me, deep down. "Your all I-I have," she said.

A second wave of guilt ran through me, and I kept my arms around her body. "You won't loose me," I told her.

Immediately her lower lip curled and more tears ran down her cheeks, but before she put her face into my chest again I put a paw to her chin. Her lip quivered, and I wiped away the tears that ran down her cheeks and jaw. She sniffled, then shook her head. "I-I'm sorry," she put her face in her paws now, and sniffled again. "I just-" she looked back at me, meeting my yellow eyes, "I've never been attached to someone like I'm attached to you."

Attached. That word had always been touchy with me. I didn't think that you could get so "attached" to someone that you would be afraid if they even left the same room you were in. But then again, I had grown up with the belief that both life and society could be taken from you at any second, and I had seen it happen. Call me emotionless, but it was how I was. Not attached. Detached.

"I'm not going anywhere," I told the snow leopard. Her lip was dangerously close to quivering, and before she could sniffle I leaned down and put my lips to hers. She met my kiss with her own, and I felt a tear touch my face. I pulled away and rested my forehead against Rel's, wiping the tear away.

* * *

I laid down an hour later. Rel was beside me, her paws on my chest, her eyes closed. Her breast rose and fell with a steady rhythm, and her white hair fell over her face. I brushed it away with a gentle paw, and the snow leopard shifted, but didn't open her eyes.

Leaning over I snapped off the overhead light, and let the soft rays of the full moon stream through the wide window. It and been a long day, emotionally more than anything, and now I wanted nothing more than to lay with Rel again, in New York. Where I belonged.