FSE

Furry search engine

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It was almost too good to be true. He'd never had much trouble picking up girls, usually a pretty feline or another canid, but he'd never managed to catch any scaley tail. He'd certainly tried it enough times, but couldn't quite seal the deal. It was enough to start to suspect they just didn't ever go for dogs like him. Cats were getting boring, and you could only pound so many foxes before they all started to blend together, but the thought of finally sinking it into some scaley girl, maybe even a dragon? He leaned back in his computer chair, closing his eyes and biting his lip gently as he started to tease the tip of his dick, illuminated only by the light of his computer screen.

A few minutes later, his legs tensed and pressed him up from his chair as a powerful throb warned of his imminent release. He immediately withdrew his touch, and straightened up in his chair with a short vocalization. Almost there, got to find a better video to finish on. Cycling through the tab groups he'd opened up on this night's journey, he suddenly got an interesting idea. A buddy of his had recommended him a good hook-up website the other night, maybe it was worth a try to see if he could arrange for someone Else to finish this job for him. Of course he didn't manage it on his first night on the site, though he did manage to keep up his edging, but around a week later, he finally got a bite on all the lines he'd been casting. A pretty little thing, deep green scales, maybe some dragon in her family, he could never tell apart the different species, tits weren't much but they usually weren't great on lizards. What stood out most in her profile, though, was her eyes; the night he found her online he nearly lost his streak, holding his phone up to his own eyes while laying back in bed, imagining blowing his saved up load over them. After exchanging some messages, he felt like he was in luck. She was looking for a big, strong, "wolfy-type," to help her play out a rape fantasy, and no part of that sentence did not suit him well.

She'd asked him to dress up like he was getting ready for a night on the town, and wait on a specific bench in the park. He happily obliged, tail wagging as he got dressed that afternoon, carefully planning his outfit. With a ski mask stashed in his backpack, his condoms and a squeeze pack of lubricant rolled up inside the mask, and her picture saved as his phone desktop, he set out. She was a bit vague on the details as to what else there was about the situation beyond where he was to wait. Presumably she'd walk by wearing something provocative, and he'd follow after her, maybe pounce into some bushes, or something, or maybe she'd just share the details in person and head back to her apartment for a staged home invasion. Around 10 minutes of sitting later, stretched out on the bench, idly scratching the side of his muzzle, and pretending to read a book while surveying the park, he started to believe he'd been stood up. He put the book down to stretch his arms, letting out a powerful yawn. His breath was cut off by a black garbage bag being thrown over his head, and a needle prick on his deltoid.

When the drug wore off, he was somewhere else. Not sure where, exactly, since the bag had an obscuring, ethereal odor inside, but it felt like a bed, and he felt naked. He tried to yank the bag off, but quickly found that his extremities, including his tail, were lightly bound by a coarse rope and had a small amount of leeway, but not quite enough for more than some ineffectual thrashing, mor maybe some thrusting. A few minutes later, he'd realize that he'd had a critical misunderstanding of the nature of the fantasy he'd agreed to, but for now, he panicked.

His motor and vocal functions had not entirely returned from his nap, so from his captor's perspective, he was just weakly tugging at his restraints, and mumbling something about "help" or asking where he was. He was a pretty good catch, nice dark fur, and in decent shape, though by no means as muscular as his profile implied. Maybe not photoshop, but at the very least some creative camera angles and flattering lighting. Ah well, she laughed a bit, causing his flailing to stop as two little bumps representing his ears popped up through the bag. It was kind of cute how he still hadn't figured out what was going on, and that he hadn't thought to ask any questions beforehand. She kneeled on the bed, straddling his trail, and gave his semi-erection a soft kiss, cradling his sack and sheath delicately in her hands.

He felt someone else on the bed, could faintly hear her breathing, and then suddenly felt something wet against his exposed penis. The contact made him jump, and tense up. He'd been expecting the next thing he felt to be more along the lines of a blade digging in around his kidneys, so this was something of a pleasant surprise.

As he started to stiffen up in response to her lips, first up the right side, licking over the tip, down the left side, licking into the sheath a little, then again in reverse, until he was nearing full mast, and his accelerated, heavy breathing was beginning to reach the limits of the bag over his head. Last time she'd done this, the guy's chest had been enough to carry the encounter, and she'd just jabbed a few airholes over his mouth, but this specimen wasn't the same brand of beefcake. Positioning herself on top of him so that his pulsing cock just rubbed against the underside of her tail, and her wettening pussy rubbed against his lower stomach, she slipped her middle finger between his matter fur and the bag and carefully slid it up, slicing the plastic open.

The first thing he saw was those eyes, just like before. He almost came right then, pushing up against her underside with a deep moan. He rolled in his restraints, trying to reposition inside her, but the ropes didn't have enough give.

"Aww," she caressed his neck with one arm, rubbing her muzzle against his neck, "Puppy's all tied up, huh." Before he could respond, she straightened up, scooting up his torso, leaving a trail of wetness in his fur up to his navel, and she reached over to the headboard, giving him a brief faceful as she retrieved a blindfold, and tied it around his head. She leaned back over, pressing his muzzle into her modest cleavage, "Mmm, these aren't for you to see yet, big boy."

His fear dispelled, his tail began to wag as much as it could within the confines of the rope, he pulled at the cords around his legs again to try to relieve how painfully hard he was.

"I can't say I expected this, but I can't complain."

"You're taking it pretty well, too."

She turned around on his chest, slapping his head with her slender, whiplike tail, then she backed up to force his face into her folds. He might have been about to say something, but whatever it was was stifled in her pussy. Her captive gladly capitulated, his tongue lapping into her, occasionally licking down to swipe at her clit. To reward him for his obedience, she bent over to attend to his cock. It wasn't a prize-winner, but still took both her hands to massage the full length, paying special attention to rub over his fat sheath. Using one hand to support the shaft, she slipped his leaking tip into her mouth, massaging his sack with her spare hand, probing his tailhole with the pinky finger. He had just enough leeway on his leg ties to weakly thrust up into her jaw, and she carefully shielded his flesh from her teeth with her lips and tongue, while she ground her nethers against his face. When she decided foreplay was over, she abruptly ended the exchange, giving his furry balls a big squeeze as she sat up on his chest. This hurt a little bit, but not enough yet. She turned around on him, and shifted downwards, pressing his cockhead just against her lips. It was cute how heavy his breathing was.

"Maybe, urgh, take the blindfold off?" he choked out, as she accomplished penetration, finally.

She gave a few experimental bounces on her knees, getting another inch in each time, stopping to grind a bit when she'd fit in half his mass.

"Oh, fine, since you've been such a good dog. "

She quickly sliced the fabric between his eyes open, exchanging the discomfort by lightly grasping his balls with her hindclaws.

"Now," she reached over and loosened the topes around the bedposts, giving him enough leeway for his paws to reach her thighs, "Fuck me like you want to live."

It was a strange wording, but he was far beyond refusing. He growled and grit his teeth, sharply pulling her down to his sheath. She shrieked in pleasure, her grip on his sack loosening as her knees squeezed against his chest. Her grip on his shoulders was almost tight enough to cut off circulation to his arms as he thrust up into her. He did his best to make her breasts bounce as much as they could, to enjoy the view he'd been given. So this was a scaley vagina, huh. He wasn't sure if it was just the situation, but it was as good as he'd hoped. Precariously tight, almost cool in temperature compared to a usual pussy, and no end as far as he could feel, even when hilted as far as he could go.

As satisfying as this ride was, there was one thing missing. She counterground into his thrusts, matching his rhythm, until she felt the telltale pulses of a knot about to pop out a sheath. She seized control with her powerful legs, smiled, laughed, and traced a shape on his pectoral area with a single sharp claw. She slammed her spare arm down next to her head, baring her teeth in a wicked smile, and cut a shallow groove through his fur, barely cutting into his flesh, his high heartrate causing blood to bead and drip slightly.

The sudden cut came paired with her dropping down on him forcefully, and the rush made his head throw back with a load groan, as his knot popped briefly free before it was almost immediately swallowed up into her by a strong slam. The force of his pent up orgasms shuddering through his body pushed her to her own edge, clamping down on him, and tensing all over, nearly piercing his ear with her claw as she held onto his skull to ride out her climax. The thick jets of cum filled her to capacity, and some small rivulets of mixed fluids leaked past the seal of his knot in her lips as the two each tried to ride out their orgasm as long as possible, fitting into a euphoric rhythm.

Panting, she slowly ground against his knot, eventually working it free with a wet pop, the internal fluids draining out onto his stomach as she crawled up the bed to reach for the nightstand.

"Mmm, good dog, goood dog. Maybe I'll visit you again some day, if you're going to cum like this every time."

Still catching his breath, he wasn't able to muster a response before the needle from the nightstand found his neck, and he lost consciousness again. Upon waking several hours later, he found his restraints were cut, his clothes and wallet in a pile at the foot of the bed, and a little note folded in a tent over his now soft cock. An email address, a suggestion on what to wear next time, a few bullet points for possible scenarios, and no name.