FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

“Ten minutes to open!" Skye twirled around in a circle, sending her voice shooting around the spookified space to all the gathered volunteers. Flickering, electric candles threw light in careful, calculated measurements around the room, casting shadows into the edges of each corner and leaving questionable shapes down each corridor. Cotton cobwebs hung from every corner of the room, draping down the drab bricks and transforming the space into the home for the community haunted house.

“Hey! Someone forgot to put the apples into the bobbing tank! Get on it!" She shouted, waving her finger accusingly at the metal tub filled with water, but nothing to dunk for.

“Do we have candy in every bucket? Is everyone in costume?"

Skye marched towards the candy buffet, once more doing a sweep for every information sign. She filled up jars with pencils, stickers, and tattoos for all the food-sensitive children. She filled a tray by the door with glowsticks in the shapes of wand, sword, and face masks.

She re-adjusted costumes, added oozing blood to carved out wounds, sprinkled glitter onto fairies.

“Hey! Will someone lined up the Jack-O-Lantern art outside quickly? Sneak out the side door so no one comes in early! There should be 12!" One by one, a dozen volunteers hefted up the carved out pumpkins, marveling at the careful designs of a growling cat, a staring owl, a eerie haunted house, a flying bat, smirking Batman, and a grinning puppy. Beneath the sleeves of her costume, the lingering rash from so much pumpkin gut still lingered, but it was worth it as they heard the faint gasps of children witnessing their favorite icon in the vegetable sculptures.

Nick stood to the side, knowing in part that he should be helping her, but at the same time a bit too overwhelmed by watching the red panda to break her stride. She commanded the room, turning a spattering of housewives, too-old-to-trick-or-treat teenagers, and overzealous twenty-somethings into a focus Halloween celebration team. Everywhere he looked, costumes transformed the room of strangers into a welcoming, in-character set for the grandest Hallow's Eve party ever.

Pac-Man and Mrs. Pac Man worked side by side filling gift bags with spider-shaped rings and tootsie rolls. A glitterized princess began unlocking the heavy double doors at the front of the massive space while Daenerys Targaryen, fitted with a miniature, baby dragon hovering above her head on a wire, closed the curtain that would act as the door into the haunted hallways of the true attraction.

Around the room, men on tall stilts wandered, careful not to knock their heads onto the ceiling, booths were set up with a circle around a faux fireplaces where a witch sat with a glowing candlestick, ready to weave tales of horror.

Just across the room, for the fainter hearts, a laughing Joker prepped his station for puppet making. Every volunteer was fitted with an authentic, truly imaginative costume. Every one of them carried bags of candy. Every table had more sights, sounds, and wonders to behold. It was truly the greatest place for any kid on Halloween- all sponsored by their local Gamestop, of course!

Just to the side of the door, a special booth housed a virtual reality game and an entire crew dressed as Ezio of Assassin's Creed, Handsome Jack of Borderlands, and Link of Zelda among other iconic faces. Everyone was there because they wanted. Everyone was excited. It was to be the perfect night.

“Ready to go, Captain?" Nick turned suddenly, realizing that Black Widow transformed Skye had walked over to him. It took him a second, faced with the close-up image of Skye's curves cast in glossy leather from the high-rising tight neckline down to where the leg disappeared into her heels boots.

“Yes, Ma'am!" He shouldered his oversized circular shield and took her hand. He pulled her into his side, squeezing her hip in a half hug before he swiveled and kissed her cheek lightly. “You amaze me, ya know."

She just laughed. “What, why?"

“With this! All this! You did this!"

“No! We had nearly 50 volunteers total! We all banded together tonight to-"

“Don't even give me that PR shit. You organized this. You pitched in the funds. You helped everyone who slacked. You did this all." He kissed her once more, gently with pride. “I'm just proud of you and really damn impressed." He chuckled before he gave her hand a little tug, signifying they should get to their spots.

She smiled back at him before heading into the black curtains of the haunted house to act as one of the volunteers inside, not truly scaring any kids, but handing out candy instead.

Once inside the darkened space, each hallway led to a 'room' filled with a certain scene and characters ready to hand out candy and toys. Along the entirety of the 'house' the rooms got scarier and scarier, with doors every so often and warnings when the intensity would rise. All around, it had been an outlet for Skye's twisted creativity for over a month. She's sculpted human intestines, painted eyeballs onto ping pong, mixed up over 16 gallons of fake blood (that had been a fun uber ride over this morning hauling the supplies over when their own cars weren't big enough for it all).

“You really did an amazing job..." Nick whispered, bending into his lover's neck to murmur his praise. She smirked back, slipping her hand subtlety against the bulge in the front of his tight (very tight) pants. “It'll all be worth it-"

“What? With the joyous laughter of children?"

She laughed, a barking chortle. “No! When you give me my treat later!"

“Oh?" Nick asked, watching the red panda pull in front of him with a laughing smile. She jumped just a few steps ahead, teasing him between flickers of her thick, furry tail.

Then, as they rounded a bend, Skye flashed him a shining white grin and bopped his nose with her plume of a tail before she released his hand and fled into the disorienting flashing of a strobe light.

“What the-" Before he could follow though, a group of children descended upon him, clawing at his thighs.

“Captain America! Captain America! Candy!"

“Do you have Twix!?"

“Ew! Twix! I want Pixie Sticks! Only the green though!"

“Ooh! Butterfinger!"

“Woah! Full size!"

“Hey stop pushing!"

“Can I touch your shield?"

“Give me candy!"

“No! I want two pieces!"

“It's Halloween, I want three pieces!"

“My favorite number is 20!"

“M-mine is f-fifty!"

“Woah! That's Captain America!"

“Can I have your shield?"

“Candy!"

“Yeah, candy!"

Nick surrendered. He sacrificed candy to each of the grubby, stretched out hands in front of him. He let them fondle his shield. He let them punch his stomach, testing his muscles. He let them dig for their favorite candies. He let them spit their chewed gum into his palm. He let them scream in his ear in their might, sugar-induced binge until finally a lull came as the first rush of children headed into the flashing strobe lights that segwayed into the next room where they could all make “toxic" slime.

It took him a minute, reeling to regain himself before he gave a long sigh and recovered his voice.

“That'll keep the little monsters busy..." He turned, searching around for Skye's telltale tail. He spotted something, a whisper of dark red. “Ah ha. There you are..."

He darted into the shadows, searching for Skye, but into the depths of the haunted house little did he know that Skye had been purposefully hiding from him.

Turn after turn, walking deeper and deeper into the house of horrors, Nick still hadn't spotted her amongst the volunteers. He passed through the candyland room, turned through the witch's kitchen where a cauldron bubbled with dry ice smoke. He jumped and shrieked as a child came tearing up a hallway at him, clutching a bloodied teddy. His heart began to pound as clowns laughed and giggled up and down the length of a mirrored stretch of space, their voice overlapping and haunting him.

Yet no Skye.

He marveled at the detail in her butcher's shop set, where cupcakes stood on glistening stands and blood pooled in the cracks of the tile. A life sized scale of a human brain sizzled in a frying pan. “It's the next bacon..." hissed the foodie, blogging viciously beside the stove.

Yet no Skye.

He trudged round bend after bend, turning into more and more room down the length of their massive, re-imagined space to no avail. “What has she done?!"

“Try and find me now!" Skye muttered to herself somewhere far past where Nick had already looped through, gleefully peeling away the leather of her Black Widow costume and stepping instead into a short glittering pink dress and a single horned headband. She hid her bright red hair inside a rainbow wig and sprayed a cast of body glitter over her tail. “He'll Neiiighhh-ver find me now!" She giggled at her own terrible pun and raced into the house again, dodging children and dropping offerings of sweets as she tried to find Nick once again and capture him for herself.

However, he'd had the same idea. “No wonder I haven't found her! She's playing her own game tonight!" He laughed, shaking his head back at his own foolishness! “How could I not realize! She set this up, but now it's time for her to play! She's trying to scare me!"

“I've got to find her first!"

“But she's avoiding Captain America! I've got to change!" He shucked away the costume, trading with a black-clad ninja costume. He fitted the mask over his face, peering out through the tiny eye mask before he raced out in the search for Skye's brilliant red hair.

******

“Mmm...." Skye crooned, gleefully peeking out from behind the folds of dark curtains. Her eyes tracked each of the costumes passing by her, searching for the brights of the red and blue colors in the familiar, patriotic suit. “Where could he have gone?" She grumbled to herself as she squinted into the darkness with growing frustration and impatience.

“Where did he go?" She searched around the innards of the dark haunted hallways, occasionally bumping into giggling children, sacrificing more handfuls of candy to continue moving around through the space. “Where did he go though?"

Skye's tail started to thrash behind her with growing anxiety in her stomach. “He mustn't spot me first! I must reign supreme! The supreme!" She gave a cackling laugh before she pivoted around a bend only to run chest-to-chest into a burly bear. “Eek! So sorry, sir! Silly me!" She brushed off his chest, ducked her head with embarrassment, and fled.

******

“Wah-was that Skye?" Nick mumbled, the thick brown fur of the mascot head he wore pulled down over his face muffling and skewing his words until he hefted it up to let his lip breath in fresh air.

“That was Skye!" Nick gasped, starting to laugh. “She didn't even notice it was me! This is the perfect costume! She won't see me coming in this-" He hesitated, suddenly realizing something. “I didn't notice it was her either though..."

“I think I need to get rid of this giant head!"

******

“Oh my god, wait... Was that Nick? No way... No... It was! It so was! No one was a bear earlier! He probably snagged that from the props closet!" She gasped, her entire face going slack with with horror.

“I've got to change! Now!" She stumbled forward in a rush to escape him, suddenly spotting a kid in a long, oversized sheet with two eyeholes to transform him into a ghost. “Hey! Kid!" She blurted, bending down to him. “Wanna be a unicorn?" He perked up, laughing as they traded costumes in a bustling hurry. As Skye dashed away, she made sure to tuck her bushy tail beneath the short hem of the sheet that covered her entire body.

******

“Huh...Huh.... Ff...Fff..." Nick breathed in hard huffs, trying to catch his breath. He'd just scared the living hell out of a short kid who'd made the fatal mistake of rushing past Nick with rainbow shaded hair fluttering behind.

“I thought it was Skye... I thought.... Oof... Huh...Hff..." He paused, breathing quietly and hunching over to balance on his knees. “That poor kid..."

“You sicko! You promised a non-threatening haunted house!"

Nick looked up only to see a true Halloween horror, an angry mom. Her eyes blared red, tinged with lack of sleep and irritated by further stress. Deep, shadowy bags hung beneath her eyes, marking her with a dead, lifeless quality that comes when someone survives on caffeine alone. Her jeans rolled up and cut off just above her ankles though above she wore a long black tunic to match the pointed black hat teetering atop her head.

Her entire face was garbed in brilliant green with a massive bulging mole atop her pointy nose. The most horrendous though, the most frightening wasn't the crooked, blackened teeth in her mouth nor the gleam of revenge in her eyes.

No, it was what came out from beneath her witch's cap. Where her hair rode up high on her neck, bobbed in a signifier that meant total doom. Nick's stomach dropped as though he'd swallowed lead and brunched on solid rock. He felt the bottom lip of his mouth going slack, weakening with the force of his horror. An internal “Nooo" began to sound as Nick could see the question forming on her lips before it came out in a deafening boom.

“Does this establishment have a manager?!"

“Ma'am it's just a volunteer run community event-" He assured her, trying his best to smile while his eyes instinctively kept darting around for Skye's familiar face. “We don't have a manager. But, I've already apologized. Your son is fine, he's already run off to bob for apples."

“Are those apples organic?"

“We bought them at the store... I'm sure they are just fi-"

“Are those apples gluten free!?"

“I-Uh... They are apples.."

“Do you have an allergy list for them?"

...

“My son has a severe peanut allergy! I take his health very seriously!"

Nick tightened his jaw, noticing that behind the woman's shoulder her son was currently shoving his entire body into the tub of non-organic, GMO-full, gluten-filled, apple-bobbing water while hollering at the top of his lungs that he could see six versions of himself and that he'd eaten all his Halloween candy already. The woman just kept jabbering.

“Have you sanitized that water?"

“Uhh...."

“This is a monstrosity! I'm going to give you a terrible rating and report this to Moms With Jesus! They will never bring their sons or daughters here again!"

“Well, that's okay!' Nick chirped, waving and grinning. “I know Moms Shacking with Satan always bring their little tykes here too!"

She couldn't even reply, just hiccuped with horror and fled, dragging her chocolate-smeared child away.

******

“Ah ha! You fiend! I've found you!" Skye lunged towards Nick, who'd donned someone's last minute cardboard knight costume and coated in it glittering silver spray paint. She'd finally caught him as he tried to double back through the house again only because he'd been tripped up by a flood of fleeing children rustling the curtain doors.

“M'lady!" He gasped, turning his gaze to her flowing princess gowns with a chuckle. The front bodice swelled forward with the heft of her breasts, giving him an actual shelf of cleavage to behold. She reached out, wasting not a moment before she grabbed onto the sheath of his plastic sword and using it as a handle to yank him against her.

“I've been chasing you around all night long-" She breathed into his ear, breath lowering into a husky, lusty tone that sent shudders down his spine.

“W-what about the haunted house?" He stammered, glancing around despite knowing they were utterly invisible in the darkness of this forgotten closet of the event hall. Skye didn't even humor him, just grabbed for his head and pushed him down towards the soft, supple surface of her breasts spilling out in her tight top.

“Mmmph hrrr mmpah hurrr!" Nick mumbled, buzzing into the silky skin of her tits before his hands wound up towards each underside, groping them up into the air, kneading them through the fabric of the gown. “Mmm... My treat for Halloween-"

His lips pressed into the gentle surface, kissing in circles that spread out and rippled across the exposed surface of her breasts before he began to tug at the neckline of the dress, tugging it beneath the line of her bra.

“Oh!" Nick pulled back, watching her breasts spring out into freedom, confined only now by the final boss, the bra.

Nick's eyes fell onto them, staring at an oddly familiar character, Boo, the Mario ghost who's dangling tongue seemed to mark the middle line where the girls' nipples pushed into the fabric.

“Oh man! Boo-Bies!"

Skye just rolled her eyes, giving the back of his head a small tug so that the soft skin of her breasts smothered out anymore terrible puns. At the same time, her hips rolled forward. The full skirts of her gown acted as a barrier, muting the sensation as she pressed her hips into Nick's front.

Nick's hands rose up the girl's frame, following the supple curves of her body till he found the swell of her breasts. He cupped beneath them, kneading up against the wire of her bra until his fingers worked backwards within her escaping dress to undo the clasp of the brassiere.

Each digit quickly rushed back from the clasp clipped behind her shoulder blades so that he could feel the escape of her freed tits. They spilled into his palms, the supple skin filling up the entire spread of each hand as he pushed his lips across their surface in a fleeting rush of kisses.

“Mmm..." Skye purred, shimming her body slightly so that the dress would start to drop down her body, sinking to her stomach and then spilling down onto her thighs. She kept writhing, squirming her body up into the human's frame. She could feel the sharp edges of the cardboard suit he wore, transforming him into a knight in shining armor.

“Let's get rid of this... shall me?" She crooned into his ear, voice pure and silken as it rolled out into his ear. In the distance, barely noticeable to either of the pair, the gleeful shrieks of children, the crumbling of candy wrappers, and the thud of running feet still filled the air from the haunted house. The cacophony of noise hung in the air, a faint reminder of the risk they took tumbling together into this dark closet while the community night still ran on in the background.

Skye's furred fingers grab at his costume, shucking away the clunky out layers until he wore only the thin under clothes that acted as a final barrier between her fingers and his bare skin. She started to shimmy down the waistband of his pants before they heard a distinct call from the outside of their curtain, which must have been rustling around.

“Trick or Treat!~ Trick or Treat!" Came the whining call through the fabric door. Skye's eyes popped open wide, a gasp of horror leaving her before she yanked up the top of her dress and shoved up upper half through the curtain, leaving her waist hidden behind.

“What did you guys say?" She asked the growing group of children, grinning at them.

“TRICK OR TREAT!" They hollered back, gleefully using their night of freedom to shout. She shook her bucket of candy, distributing pieces while Nick, hovering hidden behind the curtain, got an idea.

His eyes wandered down to the hem of her skirt, piled up on the floor with all the excess fabric of the long, glorious train. He slowly stooped down, sliding down onto his knees behind her as his hands shoved the layers of her full skirt up out of the way.

Her thick, voluminous tail flicked into his face, momentarily smothering him with fur before he could see the uncovered surface of her full, round ass. He grinned, hearing her still chattering with the children on the opposite side of the curtain, listening to them explain their costumes and beg for candy.

She wore a itty bitty thong, barely visible rising up between the full orbs of her ass cheeks in the dim light cast in the shadows of the curtains and her skirts alike. Nick strained to see the full details of her supple curved buttocks before his hands fell onto them, grabbing at the supple flesh with jolting little squeezes.

On the opposite side Skye bit at her lip, for a moment She hesitated with the delivery of a handful of candy, just a single beat of pause as she realized what Nick was doing behind her before she gave a rippling wiggle of her bum. He stared, biting at his lip with a shudder of delight, realizing she endorsed him.

His eyes spotted the white of her plain thong buried between the rounded orbs of her asscheeks. He could see the mound of her pussy, perfectly captured beneath the thin layer of fabric. His fingertip jumped forward, tracing down the center line over her slit, watching as a shiver ran down her entire body at the touch.

One finger curled, catching within the thin fabric of her panties, gliding across the soaked layer before he pulled back on them. They peeled away from her wet lower lips, giving him a shadowy glimpse into the velvety surface of her soft sex. He licked at his lips, shifting closer until he could breath wash of hot air on the sensitive skin.

Again, he saw the tremor race down the girl's spine, though her voice on the other side of the curtain didn't falter.

“God, she's good at this." He thought with a laugh.

“Oh no! I'm out of candy!" Skye suddenly blurted from the opposite side, a chorus of booing followed. “Don't worry! Let me go back here and grab another bucket!" Then, with a ruffling of the curtains, she slipped back behind, dropping down to face Nick.

Her lips smashed into his, furry cheeks brushing his as she sought out his mouth with her own. She kissed him with a fierceness that almost toppled him over from his crouching position. Then, she pulled back with a smack of her lips and a whisper in his ear, “Don't stop."

A second later, she'd snagged his bucket of candy and ducked back out of sight again, leaving him hornier than before and starring with confused awe. Her butt gave a wiggle, focusing him back in as his hands descended onto the supple, rounded form kneading with childlike abandon.

“God... This ass..." He groaned to himself, staring at the full shape that made her backside like a smoothed out heart. Her tail folded over his shoulder, lifting it out of the way and revealing full view of her rump.

As half of Skye hung out of the back curtains, Nick tugged back the fabric of her panties, peeling them halfway down the rounded shape of her ass so he could slide his fingers against the smooth slit of her sex. He pressed forward, smothering his lips between the soft cushion of her buttcheeks, leaving a spattering of kisses on the soft fur.

He could feel her starting to squirm more and more, his butt writhing back into his touches. She could feel her skin buzzing, impatiently coming to life. Her ass pushed back against him, eagerly pushing into his touch as his fingertips found the line of her leaking sex and slipped into the tight opening of her cunt.

“O-oohhhhh!" Skye whined through tight lips, giving a long groan. “Whooooo loves candy!?" She saved, hollering loud enough to smother the sound of her shoving her sex back into him, jamming his finger deep with a smack of his palm hitting her cunt.

Nick grinned, feeling the dripping of her leaky cunt down onto his palm, pooling in the center of his hand until he started to smirk.

“Mmm... how about her Halloween treat..." He muttered, grabbing for his own pants and shucking them open to let his throbbing cock flop out into the dim light. Without warning, he lined his tip to her opening and shoved himself inside in a single, fluid stroke.

“I love Twix bars too-OOoooOooh!" Skye's voice gave a warbling shift, shaking in the air as she tried to maintain her normal tone as she shoved her ass back against his cock.

Nick shifted up, grabbing onto her hips as he grabbed onto her hips and ass like handles, yanking her back steadily onto him while she handed out candy innocently on the opposite side of a curtain. He could still hear the whining of the kids, the crinkle of wrappers as the shucked out from the bucket and into waiting palms, but what he heard more poignantly was the faint slap of every thrust meeting his hips to her ass.

His eyes locked down onto the shape of her ass, perfectly rounded down in front of him. He loved the smooth caramel red of her fur. She seemed so luxurious, so supple and inviting. Her ass flared out in a heart with the shape of her hips melting down into her thighs. He smacked himself harder into her, trying to bury himself as deep as he could inside of her.

Her breath hitched in her throat, a sudden quietness echoing out from the opposite side of the curtain before Skye pushed back on him, pressing him down into the floor as she returned behind their cover of dark curtains and lowered herself over his lap. She didn't even pause to explain, just started to bounce over his lap with gasping, whimpering moans she muffled with a tight-lipped smile.

“I ran out of candy... Someone else had more..." Skye huffed, her energy now finally devoted entirely to what she really wanted to be doing. She bounced herself eagerly, dropping her weight onto his lap, moaning out in a muffled whisper. Nick just leaned back, staring in dumbstruck awe as her full ass bobbed atop his throbbing, pulsing cock. His eyes were hanging open, trying to drink in the sight of the girl working herself over him. He could feel her squeezing on him, milking his cock while her sex was dribbling her leaking juices over his lap.

“Now, it's time... for me..." Her breath kept breaking with her warbling breath. “To get my treat."

Nick let out a low groan. His fingers grabbed onto her waist, starting to bounce his hips up to meet hers, helping to lift her with each bounce. “S-Skye..." He grunted, groaning softly and muffling the noise into his lips.

Skye grabbed for the hem of her heavy gown, trying to lift it up but then just releasing it with a grunt and instead shucking it down so it hung around her waist. Her breasts, freshly freed, started to jostle atop her chest. Each nipple popped out rimmed by lighter fur that made a pinpoint out of each boob. She peered back over her shoulder, the white of her furred cheeks seeming to glow in the pale light while the dark stripes beneath her eyes drew his own gaze right to hers.

“I want you to fill me up with cum before we walk back out there and finish celebrating Halloween." She bit at her lip, muffling a moan as her hips gave a shaking shudder atop his lap. Her walls were clenching, milking his dribbling, pre-cum leaking tip.

“Someone's edging..." Nick groaned, rolling his eyes back as his cock was squeezed inside her clenching, spasming walls yet again.

“Yesss.... Cum for me, Nick." She whimpered, voice coming out in a whimpering moan. “I want to head back out there with you dripping between my legs. I wanna feel your fill me up and know that I have you leaking out of me when I'm bossing all those people around..."

Nick felt his cock twitching. His own orgasm was hovering just out of reach. His heartbeat pulsed through his cock each time it beat. Skye's walls were attempting to milk him empty with each passing second. “N-Nick.... Come on! I can't wait... any more! But I want to cum. I need to cum!" She whimpered, moaning out in a whimpering cry. She pushed harder down on him, purposefully clenching her walls tighter with every thrust, squeezing on the draw up till just his tip was locked inside of her.

“Nick, cum with me.... Cum with me..." She pleaded, voice becoming a desperate, whining plea. Then, with a sudden gasp. Her walls started to spasm with her orgasm. She grabbed for his thigh, clutching to him as she rolled her eyes back and dropped her mouth soundlessly open. “Eeee....eeeeeeeeeEEeeee" A sharp sound shot out from her pressed-together lips. She couldn't hold out for another second.

Suddenly feeling her, trapped inside her orgasm as it clenched and shuddered around his cock; Nick couldn't hold off any longer.

As he came, he bit his lip and clung onto her hips. He hugged around her, curling up into her supple frame as he pressed his mouth into her fur to muffle the groan escaping his lips.

Their orgasms stretched out, lasting just long enough that as they began to fade, a familiar cry started to sound.

“Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Can-dy! Can-dy! Can-dy!" The children had returned. They had a mere minute to gather themselves before they stumble sloppily back into the party, re-dressed and freshly dabbed with sweat back into the fray.

As if nothing had happened, they fell back into stride in the haunted house, handing out candy, and meeting with children.

All the while, Skye felt the mess dripping down her thigh- exactly what she'd asked for.