FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The sky loaded first: blue streaks mixed with flat clouds in all directions. Next came the ground, loading in large brown triangles, then smaller triangles, before smaller detailing effects gave it shape and realistic definition. Trees sprung up, rocks appeared out of nowhere, and then suddenly there were walls, a floor, a ceiling, all in pure non-shadowed white, but as they continued to load, they gained color, texture, detail. Other objects of the home popped into existence all around him.

Ethan smirked as he suddenly stood (or rather, floated) in a den. There was a huge TV in one corner, and he had to wonder who in their right mind would watch TV in virtual reality, but it did add a nice touch to the room. He thought everything had loaded, but then saw a strange new object appeared. It started as a structure of black rods, then gained garish white, indiscriminate human features, then, all at once...

"A renamon?" Ethan voiced.

Wolphin simply grinned. He, or rather it since there was no discernible gender to the figure, was indeed a renamon, complete with purple arm guards and shoulder frills. "What? Don't like my form? Or is my decor not up to your standards?"

"Somehow I thought you'd find being a digital creature in a digital realm... a little cheesy."

Wolphin laughed and sat down by the kitchen table. "It has its benefits. I'd ask you to take a seat and make yourself comfortable, but you don't seem to have anything to sit with."

Ethan angled his camera downwards. He had no form and was no more than a translucent, vaguely humanoid shimmer in the air. "I haven't decided what mood I'm in today." He explained. "If I'm playful, I might go for a fox. If I'm more serene, I might go for an otter." That made the renamon blink twice in disbelief, but Ethan went on. "I might want to go for a big dragon, or maybe something..."

Wolphin interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and Ethan felt the familiar yank that signaled a change in his form. He looked down to see his wolf raver avatar, pure black fur covered with a mesh shirt and slightly ratty jeans with three separate belts entering his loops at different angles. A few, currently unlit, glow sticks hung about his body. "Hey! How did you do that?"

Wolphin gave a wide, cheshire-like grin. "Digital creature in a digital realm, you know."

Ethan crossed his arms and glared.

"Ok, ok, so I've helped them out on some of the security protocols here. I wrote myself a back door so I can have a little extra fun. I can access some of your settings, tweak your perceptions, force certain actions to happen or not to happen. Only works inside this house, though."

The wolf lounged back on the den's couch. "And let me guess. You've invoked the TARDIS mechanics so this house is as large as you want it to be."

"Oh yes." The renamon popped some glasses of orange juice into existence and calmly sipped the virtual concoction. Ethan, who had been pondering this all quietly, suddenly sat up, his fingers twitching as he accessed his own control panel and poked around. Wolphin gave a yipe of shock as a pair of human, and quite unfurred, breasts appeared on his chest. "Oh ho!" Ethan cheered. "It works both ways."

"Until I shut it off, yes," Wolphin gave a twitch of his head as he reedited his appearance, taking care to get his chest back to a reasonable curve. Another twitch of his head and Ethan saw his control panel disappear and no amount of calling brought it back. "What are you doing with a pair of breasts in your inventory anyways?" the renamon asked.

"Came in a combo package for sculptors," Ethan said with a shrug. "I'd show you what I managed to do with them, but you kinda removed my ability to call anything up."

"I did." Wolphin stood and sauntered into the den. "Perhaps you'd like to see what else I can do?"

Ethan tilted his head in curiosity and his eyes widened a bit as he saw a pair of leather cuffs twirling in the renamon's left hand. "Oh dear, what have you been contemplating?" Ethan offered his wrists out, and Wolphin made sure they were tightly tied together.

"One of the drawbacks of this VR is that you can log out at any time. Makes bondage a little pointless if you can just will yourself away from all of it. So the advantage here is that I can take away your ability to leave, so long as you're in this house anyways." Wolphin waited a moment. "You haven't tried to get out of the house yet."

"I trust you," Ethan said and slipped his bound wrists back behind his head striking a provocative pose on the couch. "I know you'll stop if I use a safeword."

The cheshire grin returned. "What good is a safeword if you can't speak, though?" His head gave another twitch and Ethan felt his mouth suddenly filled by a thick ball gag, one which seemed molded to his mouth. He tried to bring his hands forward, but the cuffs at his wrists had been attached to a collar and to his tailtip. He squirmed as Wolphin took a seat beside him, white paw caressing over his jeans, which all of a sudden felt much too tight. Ethan gave out a soft whimper, his eyes fluttered shut, and his hips arched upwards into the stroking paw. "Oh my, already so eager? Of course, with these controls, I could simply access the neural pathways leading to your nerves and give you orgasm after orgasm, but I think you'll have to earn that sort of pleasure."

Ethan grunted into the gag and looked up at the renamon, giving a small nod and smile. He had no idea what was in store, but was doubtless that it would be enjoyable for both of them.

"That's a good boy. Now let's get you into something more appropriate, shall we?" He stood and called up the digital wardrobes, which appeared as a doorway in the middle of the den, like a portal into a different room in the house. He entered and came out a few times with different articles of clothing, looking at them and then at the wolf. Most of the time he frowned, tossed the clothing to the floor - where it vanished in a shower of digital particles - and went back in again. After ten or so times, he finally looked happy, holding up a latex body suit.

Ethan had just started to wonder how the suit was supposed to be put on him with his wrists bound, when the suit started to dissolve into a shower of glittering dust. His own clothing followed but as his jeans started to disappear, the latex was there to replace it. Moments later he was coated head to toe in the shiny black material. It fit far better than any real suit ever could. There were no seams, no bunching, no imperfections. Only his eyes and nose stuck out through the latex. His shaft, now fully hard, was pressed in against his belly by the tight suit.

Ethan squirmed as the suit seemed to ripple. He watched Wolphin's fingertips slide through the air as if casting a spell. A moment later, a mirror appeared showing off the new details: Wolphin had apparently taken inspiration from the raver gear he had been wearing before as at various places across his body, the latex seemed to glow flourescently. There were additional criss-crosses of latex around his lower hips that resembled his old belts. He gave an experimental thrust upwards and the belts seemed to caress his hardened shaft.

Wolphin took a seat next to him again, and the white paw stroked over Ethan's latex covered balls. This got a grunt and moan as the wolf wriggled and tried to resist thrusting. "That's a good boy," Wolphin crooned into the wolf's rigidly held ears. "Do you want to cum?"

Ethan gave a nod. His eyes fluttered as the renamon squeezed his balls once more.

"Then look into the mirror," the renamon commanded. Wolphin's voice had dropped to a low, steady monotone. Ethan obeyed and watched the colors dancing across his suit. He knew it was coming, knew he was going to be hypnotized. But he didn't resist. He watched the white finger caress up the side of the bulge where his shaft lay, moaning aloud at the gentle feeling when he wanted so much more.

"Just relax," Wolphin said. "Stare into the colors. Take a deep breath and let yourself sink down." He kept whispering softly into Ethan's ears, until the wolf felt like he was adrift. He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and let the renamon play with him all he wanted, but each time his eyelids started to sink, he was reminded to keep his eyes forward, on the dancing colors. He obeyed. He was a good boy, a good puppy, he was told. He gave a nod and a gentle murr and felt - and was told to feel - happy that he was obeying his Master.

Ethan passed deep into trance, his hips still grinding slowly into the teasing finger as he listened and let the words of the renamon sink deep into his mind. Next thing he knew there was a snap of fingers in his ears. He blinked and looked around and his eyes lighted on his Master. Immediately he jumped off the couch and onto his knees, hoping he hadn't angered his Master by being up on the furniture. He was still wearing his latex suit - his favorite latex suit, a slightly different voice in his mind spoke - except now his ears and cock were free, and his mouth no longer held its gag. He lifted his paws into a begging position.

"Such a good doggy," Wolphin cooed and reached out to pet over the wolf's ears. Ethan gave a bark of happiness and his latexed tail wagged behind him with a squeak. The renamon was now lightly stroking his shaft, having dropped his androgyny somewhere in trancing Ethan, when the arousal became too much to resist. "You can stroke yourself to climax, boy."

Ethan wasted no time in obeying. One hand went down to his shaft, stroking hard, while the other remained in begging position. He gave short little barks and wuffs of pleasure as he got closer and closer and when he went over the edge he gave a deep, happy howl. The orgasm, however, took a lot out of him. He dazedly lifted his paw up and cleaned the latex back to a shine with his tongue. And still a little drunk on the afterglow, he rested his chin on his Master's knee, giving a contented sigh as Wolphin's hand stroked behind his ears.

When Ethan's eyes refocused, they met with the pulsing renamon shaft still being slowly stroked by the white fingers. Without a moment's hesitation he leaned in and ran his tongue over the length to thank his Master for the orgasm he was allowed to have.

Wolphin had been thinking of reverting Ethan back to his original state of mind after the doggy had his orgasm, but as soon as he felt that warm eager muzzle slipping over his shaft, he couldn't help but think, "Can I keep him?"