FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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Part 1: Curiosity

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A general silence permeates the bar, with only a scarce number of guests seated around the normally lively establishment, but I guess that's expected this early on a weeknight. Adjusting my red shorts, I try better positioning my grayscale-colored self on this cushioned barstool before also pulling out my new short-sleeved shirt, the red fabric mostly covering my somewhat white front fur; not really digging it, but it's comfortable at least. I stretch my gray arms and legs, where slightly more than the bottom halves have a darker color, almost like my hair. The internet can't distract me tonight; my phone's low enough on battery that I'm saving it for emergencies. Through my black and rectangular glasses, I gaze around and see only three customers: two dressed felines who're partially hidden behind a stall, and the other being the green and hoodie-wearing lizard regular; he's eating a salad with one clawed hand and probably surfing social media with the other.

"You're never here this early, Felix," I hear Ash say from behind before I turn around. "Good to see ya again. We just opened, but I'm still polishing the place, so no guarantees on quick service." The bartending lizard looks very lovely under the room's bright lighting: Her long and light-brown hair is naturally combed, her green scales shine, and her navy-blue midriff top and fairly loose black shorts match. "I'll try my best though." I thank her and think about food, but I'm fine just sitting for now; work's been obnoxious and I need to relax. "Just need a few minutes to clean up some more..." Ash smiles, slightly walks away with a clean rag, and starts wiping the rest of the wooden counter, casually speaking across the counter: "Anyway, how's your day? Happy to chat."

I take a deep breath and slowly form a response: "I'm fine, just super tired." I take my glasses off, grab a napkin, then wipe some sweat off my white ferret mask before reapplying my frames. "Kinda need a break from daytime bullshit right now... Unrealistic work deadlines, keep being blamed for circumstances outside my control, and there's so much passive-aggressive-" My tail uncontrollably shakes, but I pause, breathe, and start over: "Actually, it's not that bad, but it's not exactly fair and stuff." I ask for ice water, which Ash happily delivers before returning to dusting.

We casually chat for a bit; Ash asks about my club activities, and I note that's not for another three days; I only have enough funds to do weekly sessions, but they're more than worth it, heh... Ash tosses the dusty rag and mentions the rest of the tables are already done before coming back over. "I know how stressful management can get," she states while now making eye contact. "I used to work retail; had to deal with a few higher-ups who'd get on my ass about products not selling well, advertising not reaching far enough... tons of stupid crap." I silently nod, also noting how fresh the air feels and smelling lemon on the wood. She takes a deep breath before calmly continuing: "Anyhow, things are better now. The bar's doing alright; I try my best to keep it nice. Boyfriend's still away on a college recruitment effort for a few days, but talking with y'all helps me feel better."

We generally ramble about current events a little longer, me gradually drinking ice water between sentences, but the conversation soon becomes unproductive and Ash shifts the topic: "So, what alcohol this time? Your usual wine, or something else?" I ask for something strong yet still fruity, telling her to surprise me. "I know just the thing: There's a rich sangria with lots of vodka mixed in you might like, just gimme a sec." I thank her, tell her that sounds good, and she starts working.

Flexing my eight clawed fingers, I stand up and try getting comfortable, adjusting my matching shirt and shorts before sitting back down, planning on staying a while; I'm able to start my shift later tomorrow, so I'm not worried about alcohol. Gazing around the bar, I still can't make out much about the male cats aside from both being suited, although I see the more cleanly brushed fellow wrap a partially white arm around his multicolored mate's shoulders. I take some breaths and then locate the blue-clothed and eye-colored lizard again, who's now staring at his plate and presumably thinking to himself; I don't strike a conversation, but I'll invite him to some pool later.

"Here ya go," Ash casually utters from behind as I spin back around. "Some crackers too," she adds while placing a small-sized plate, "but you don't have to pay for those." I nod, thank her greatly, and try forcing a smile, although I'm still kind of distracted. There's an awkward silence as I sip the sangria- Mm, that's rich; lots of fruit pieces too, which I bite into with my fangs before having some of the drink. "Thought you'd like that; I take it you're not much for beer and the sort?" I respond with a no, only really liking things with a citrus-like taste to them; I've had plenty of beer at casual bar meetups while... uh, meeting with people, but that, rum, and raw tequila are pretty gross to me. "I'll try almost anything," Ash inputs. "Except whisky. Damn hard to swallow."

We casually chat for a while, probably another ten or so minutes. Ash talks about weekly karaoke nights that she wants more consistently scheduled, although finding a time with the most customer appearances is difficult. I finish the rest of my glass, immediately ask for another, and answer general questions that Ash asks: I don't play games much, aren't a writer, I'm hoping to find a more exciting and fulfilling job... seriously looking forward to Friday. By the time Ash finishes another batch of the fancy wine, I start feeling down again yet try my best to show a hopeful face.

Some other customers come in as I drink again, including a strong-looking badger with black and white fur; she's distracted by her cell phone and is followed by another badger wearing sports attire, the dude having an exposed stomach and looking like he's been exercising a lot. Both of them look cute, and I see the two head toward the pool table before Ash grabs my attention again.

She changes the conversation: "So... besides your frisky pet sessions, what else happens on the weekends?" I'm not even embarrassed, but my focus starts to shake a bit as I keep drinking more. No one else is nearby, so I shamelessly laugh and talk about weekly hangouts with mostly male friends I meet online through, well, night chats where everyone's bored and wanting to try things.

Out of the blue, Ash leans closely and asks if a blue and white-furred husky is in that group, mentioning how she saw Sam and us together, also overhearing parts of our conversation. There's an awkward pause, but when she amusingly states I don't need to reply, I honestly respond no, mentioning that he's just someone at my club who I had fun with earlier. My cock starts hardening as I remember Sam and I continuing last Friday's roleplay; even with us both being subs, he's really experienced, and I'm actually pretty jealous... "We're just friends," I mention, feeling tipsy.

Believing me, Ash follows up: "What's he doing now anyway? Shy dude don't come here often."

I can't help but smile. I'm vague with details, respecting privacy, but I know exactly where he is...

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Part 2: Rehearsal

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"Alright, first customer's scheduled in about forty-five minutes or so," Sam hears across the gym room. The mostly blue-furred and black-haired husky stands in the center of a moderately lit and recently cleaned area that he's extremely familiar with, facing his blue-colored eyes toward his master's red ones, although there's no pressure between the two. "You haven't met this guy yet," the strong and brown-furred wolf says, moving closer toward Sam before cracking his knuckles, "but it's nothing you're not used to: Mostly a pet play fantasy, but he wants to end with bondage and probably some form of anal, so long as you're okay with it." Only wearing gray gym shorts and nothing covering his white front fur, Sam affirmatively nods, although he can't help but shake in tiny amounts due to his rear being filled, standard preparation when intercourse is a likely option.

"Of course!" replies a slightly excited but otherwise collected Sam. The two have a professional yet only part-time relationship at this point, Sam being used to the spotted wolf's strong appearance, a sight currently blocked by his instructor's black T-shirt and front-tied gym shorts. "Whatever you'd like, Hunt- I-I mean, Master." Sam shakes his head, smiles a bit, and apologizes.

Moving his dark-brown hair around, the canine leader laughs back before calmly responding: "Hunter's fine, you know." Adjusting his shorts, Hunter walks closer toward Sam, then stops directly at his front. "The title's only needed when clients are around, but it's good practice for sure." Hunter moves all five of his left claws onto Sam's exposed chest before softly rubbing his fingernails across the fur, to which Sam instinctively stays still while maintaining eye contact. "Good, just like earlier," Hunter firmly expresses, soon walking backward. "We still got some time to kill, but I'd like you to pay attention and immediately react to whatever I say; is that clear?"

Sam complies, no longer speaking unless asked; despite spending fair amounts of his free time getting into frisky situations with trusted friends, the obedient husky knows how his in-session reactions are more authentic when there's buildup, and it's common practice for the two to transition into character well before the first male client walks in. "You are fine with tonight, right?" Hunter seriously asks, also requesting a visual response from Sam. "Just wanna confirm. Everyone's passed their tests, and I'll be watching you the entire time, but doesn't hurt to check." Seeing another nod, Hunter continues by reminding Sam of his options during bondage-related situations: He'll be given a red handkerchief to hold, being able to easily drop it in emergencies. Any other potential problems are simply communicated by word, the two knowing each other well.

Being instructed to familiarize himself with his surroundings, Sam loyally studies the green-matted room that he can practically cite from memory at this point. He looks toward wall-hanged chains where he remembers exaggeratedly moaning as a large tiger fiercely frotted him, he studies a rectangular table mostly topped with lubricants and walking gear, and he spots his favorite bowl near a recently polished sink, a red leash and collar both sitting next to the last item. Hunter reminds him to stay in character, to be on the floor barking and slurping water right as the client comes in.

"Take your clothes off," Sam hears his master say somewhere behind him, and there's no hesitation as the servant-in-training immediately pulls his shorts down and lets them fall around the black ends of his legs. Nothing to hide his slightly erect knot, and his ass stretched wide apart by a firmly placed yet malleable plug that's only covered by the husky's curled and white-bottomed tail, Sam silently stands while Hunter walks around him, kneeling to survey parts of his exposed figure. "Very nice... Everything's washed and brushed..." Sam catches, fully concentrated and controlling his reactions to the best of his ability. "Now start barking for me." Loud yelps project throughout the room, the sounds occasionally being met with yips and a vigorous shaking of the mutt's tail. "Good boy," Hunter states before patting Sam's hair, followed by the dog rolling out his long tongue and excitedly panting. "Alright, alright," Hunter says, moving closer, "you can stop now."

The experienced pet pants a bit before soon dropping to a silence, followed by Hunter brushing down the performer's black hair. Hunter is slow, precise with his movements as the clothed leader starts to delicately scratch Sam's hair with five claws, walking around as his other hand touches around various parts of his body. His master now behind him, Sam freezes as he feels a soft whisper tickle his right ear: "I want you nice and ready... I know how badly you want that guy's cock too."

Hunter moves back in front as Sam can't help but blush; training and acting aside, Sam knows his reactions are mostly genuine, especially with his history of submission outside the club. "You're rarely this hard so early on," Hunter teasingly mentions to his smiling assistant. "Someone's been active lately, haven't they?" he asks while cracking a grin. "You don't have to answer, you naughty pet." Sam feels his cheeks forcibly redden, and it's true: He's definitely been busy after hours. He particularly can't help but actively think of an extremely mischievous and active threesome he was in just the night before, where he allowed two tall felines to tie him against a bed, Sam's mouth occupied by one while the other guy teasingly stroked the needing dog, instructing him not to cum.

The light remaining dim, and the air conditioning being on only slightly, the two stand apart as Hunter waits a minute for Sam's member to lower. Without thinking, Sam decides to interrupt and share a comment: "S-sorry, I know, need to make it last longer." Showing no frustration, Hunter takes the time to listen and gradually walks back toward Sam's chest, having a neutral expression. "I'll still act however you'd like though," Sam expresses, "and I'll work on the exaggerations too." Still not seeing a response, the husky starts to feel slightly embarrassed yet continues staring forward, trying to treat the situation as if his master was a paying customer, deciding on submissive gestures to express, what lustful expressions to show. As he thinks more, Hunter's face meets his.

Everything moves quickly. Sam stops speaking as Hunter reaches out his arms and wraps them around his still head. Hunter softly talks: "Everything's fine, pet..." Though he takes a breath of relief, Sam can't help but be entranced, thinking of ways to please the much stronger man in front of him. "I'd like to practice something," Hunter softly releases from his mouth. "Your client wants to roleplay a relationship with you, to look you in the eye and strongly hold you in his grip. Show your gratitude, not with words, but by getting carried away and letting him take complete control."

There's not even a chance to blink as Hunter angles Sam's head and strongly moves his tongue out, pressing between Sam's lips. Submissively, Sam immediately opens his mouth, closes his eyes, and slightly moves his own tongue to make way, fully receiving and letting the commanding wolf work around, Hunter eventually pulling out to lightly kiss Sam. "Little more noise, please," Hunter whispers before pushing his way back in. One of his hands gently caresses Sam's hair, and the other rests behind him. Sam moans, thrusting backward ever so slightly to let the leader flexibly place his figure against his naked form. He tilts his head just a bit upward, keeps his arms down, and murmurs in gratitude, trying to raise the noises to magnify their effect. Hunter stops for a short moment but still firmly holds his subject. "You wanna be fucked. Convince me..." Obediently, Sam starts reacting with his entire body as Hunter passionately makes out again, this time further moving Sam's whole posture around, the latter noticing but not minding as he feels a warm grip against loose fur on the top of his right leg; he instead relaxes his lower muscles and verbalizes an intense need for more, making fast hums as he lets the hand movements reach his pre-leaking cock.

Lost in the moment, Sam's eyes remain shut as he fully complies with his master's graceful lead, and he continues to murmur as he feels a teasing yet soft grip surround his penis, which mostly stays still, individual fingers only slightly moving up and down his exposed shaft; Sam feels the urge to gently hump forward and advance to the next stage, but decides against it, not wanting to step out of line. Hunter continues making out; Sam tries holding back, but thoughts of being pent up resurface, and he feels more pre-cum release from his stroked member. The dominating mentor can't help but silently laugh, feeling a sticky impact along bits of his fur, so he pulls back, still staring into his helper's eyes. Sam opens his light-blue eyes, and forcibly giggles a bit, feeling embarrassed yet still very turned on. His cock and ass shake, yet he resists the urge to masturbate.

"That's a lot better," Hunter pleasantly tells Sam, who doesn't speak in response. Both of them look to the floor, seeing the slight mess, but Hunter gets his pet's attention. "Someone's enjoying that a lot too. Let's have more of that soon, alright?" Sam continues to stand still, still shaking a lot. "You can speak now, Sam." The mutt opens his mouth, but he's not quite sure what to say yet, still breathing a lot. "Be sure to stretch your legs too; you're probably not gonna be walking a lot."

Sam soon manages to talk, perking his ears to listen as he notices Hunter head toward the sink: "I'll try my best to remember everything." A metallic creak is made, followed by the fresh flowing of water, before Hunter washes his hands. "I'll get carried away too... and thanks for the help." Hunter motivates from across the room as he stretches his shirt, also patting water onto his shorts.

Waiting for a response, Sam more carefully studies the rest of the room: There's another piece of furniture or similar that's closer to the ground, rectangular, its width about his own, yet not fully distinguishable with it being covered by a tablecloth. Reexamining the exposed table's contents, Sam also spots rope and a custom-made muzzle made for easily limiting movements, exciting him.

"If you don't mind me asking, by the way," Hunter starts with, closing the faucet and also nudging aside the collar and leash sitting on the ground, "you're obviously really excited. Without giving names, what's got you so pent up?" He starts walking back to Sam. "Besides the plug, of course." Sam hesitates a bit, but remembers his mentor's history, so he decides to shamelessly mention the orgasm denial, regretting not finishing up sooner; it's not like Hunter would judge him either, especially with the man often sexually contributing to Sam's sessions. "That's cute," Hunter casually responds with. "Happy you're having fun." He looks over the table layout again, making sure everything's accounted for. "That said, we'll need the session to last a while, and you're not gonna last long like that..." Hunter pauses, smirks, and offers Sam a bit of fun: "Actually, I know something we can rehearse, to offer some release." Sam's ears perk. "I have a new stand to show."

Immediately expressing interest and wanting to have a quick bit of fun, the naughty husky follows his leader around the room. Hunter tears off the lengthy tablecloth, revealing something like a short whipping stand, yet it having built-in red cushioning and being elongated for laying forward. Sam notices Velcro straps at the sides and quickly gets excited upon realizing what they're for. He feels harder as Hunter describes the scenario, teasing Sam with the prospect of him being firmly held in place as his dominator repeatedly thrusts himself in and out, maybe tugging at a collar too.

Sam immediately kneels into place, laying his torso against the cushions, stretching himself out, moving his arms parallel to the floor, and leaving his plugged asshole fully exposed. Hunter makes sure that Sam's okay with having sex, to which the latter vigorously nods in response to. Hand by hand, Hunter grabs the eager pet's wrists and binds them to the table, patting his head before walking away some. He soon returns and firmly moves a black muzzle onto Sam's snout, securely latching it. "Alright, pet, you can have my cock, but only if you convince me you really want it..." Initially trying to murmur his gratitude, Sam lustfully moans after feeling a soft slap on the ass. Very thankful, his eyes roll and his muscles relax as he slowly feels a big weight pulled out of him. He again tries to verbalize thanks, although only indecipherable murmurs make it past his muzzle.

The obedient mutt feels a cloth that he firmly grips onto, friskily awaiting what comes next. From his other pocket, Hunter quickly pulls out a clear container before letting his shorts drop, exposing his partially risen knot which he then firmly lays against one of Sam's rear cheeks. It doesn't take long for the wolf to plaster a generous amount of lube into and around Sam's now stretched hole, massaging the area to allow for easier entry. Completely bound, Sam further relaxes, letting his owner finger in more lubricant, keeping his legs around his owner's kneeled self, his tail forced up, and not being able to hide his erection. Hunter adjusts his dick, leans himself over Sam's back, passionately growls, then pours more lube onto his own palms before tossing the container away.

Hunter wraps a hand around his shaft and rubs, focusing on his thoughts while also trying to make for a comfortable entry. Stretching forward, Sam props his butt up, trying to please his kind master and leave a good impression. He's not able to look back as he suddenly feels a lubed grip around his own cock, feeling a rapid stroking as he also feels a familiar shape tickle against his rear. Sam heavily pants for a bit, but remembers to relax his muscles as he lets his leader insert himself and fiercely thrust forward and backward, quickly increasing the stroking speeds as well. Showing no signs of stopping, Hunter continues pounding, and he whispers to Sam about being a good pet, tells him how much he wants it, reminds him how he's gonna make a mess; Sam listens and moans.

The two move in symmetry, Hunter holding an arm around Sam's front as he continues thrusting, keeps rubbing Sam's cock, and shows no signs of stopping. Both start aggressively panting, and Hunter releases heavy breaths as Sam ecstatically feels a warm release in his ass, the fluids continuing to spread and remind him of his place. Thrusting continues as Hunter keeps immensely working his receiver's dick, until Sam eventually can't take anymore and wildly fires against the floor, moaning through his muzzle, releasing the rest of his sticky load, and leaving a white mess between his stretched-apart legs. Hunter stays attached for a minute as Sam tries to murmur thanks.

Hunter eventually pulls himself out, removes Sam's muzzle, and unshackles him, complimenting his performance and providing some generally positive feedback where he can. A tired Sam is directed toward the showers to prepare for their next client, and Hunter follows right behind him. There's not much time remaining with their schedule, but they're definitely ready to do their best.

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Part 3: Assistance

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What... what time is it? I think it's... it's almost midnight, yeah, something like that. Staring through my black-framed glasses, left side of gray me keeps hitting a glass wall or something, closed store, I think. Know my way to the apartment; it's only a few blocks from the bar, and the sidewalk's wide enough there's no way I'm running into traffic or anything stupid, bad like that. Not like anyone else is around- Wait, no, tall cat across the street... not looking at me; never mind. Can't see me anyway; lights keep flickering and it's so dark outside. No rain- Yeah, totally drunk...

Don't feel any water, so no rain, yay, but it's pretty hot outside. Can't take new shirt off though; it's so comfy. Keep inching forward, trying to hold myself together so nobody sees me like this... Hope I didn't piss off Ash; I told her I was fine, don't think the last glass hit me until now either. Phone's in red pockets, basically out of power; kinda dumb of me, but whatever, too late. Everything's a bit blurry, and I thought my normal vision was bad, but I can still follow the path. Some light's showed up, but lamps off? What? Oh, almost full moon; think clouds moved it away.

Moved it away- Hah, fuck me, gotta keep myself together. Right arm holding left down, but left hand rubbing against building side. Keep walking, keep moving. Adjust shirt. Push down shorts pockets. Not feeling great but moving okay; can people see me properly? Glasses adjusted, hair's mostly straight, but need to see a mirror. Clothes comfortable. I think I look nice... Moving further through town-like sidewalk. A turn. Just like... three blocks away? Nobody's gonna be woken up or anything, right? I'll be quiet, I promise. I keep moving along... There's a bit of noise, but don't care, just gotta walk rest of the way. Stumble a bit- Okay, okay, I'll find a bench and sit a bit, think.

More noise, door close- Oh hey, club's not far away from here, I think, or something. There's a bench nearby, wooden, nobody else there. Sit down, Felix. Fuck, I'm laughing a lot. Trying not to. Just gonna lay my head back some, wait another ten minutes or whatever. Bad ferret not know how drinking. Yeah, I'm just gonna doze a bit; this isn't one of my finer moments. Work's not until like afternoon, whatever, I'll be fine... I don't wanna go to work. Too stressful. Closing eyes...

I sit still right here until I eventually hear a familiar voice: "...Felix?" Who? Ears slowly perk as I wake, managing to facially react, compose myself, not moving my head. "Hey, Felix, you alright? Do you want some help?" Blink my eyes. Blue but partly black dog. Light-green shirt. Gray shorts- Oh, it's Sam; wonder how his night was. Sam looks like he's tired, limping a bit but smiling a lot.

Manage to stretch arms; I'll be alright. Don't know how I sound, but I try apologizing and telling him just heading home. Drunk too. Hear response: "It's all fine, just wait at the bar next time, or don't have so much so fast, or whatever you did, okay?" I nod, feeling pretty embarrassed... "Can you stand?" He seems a bit concerned at first, but improves once I stand and start moving again. "Here," Sam states, holding a long, fuzzy arm around me, "let me help you home. It's not that far."

Apologize again, but Sam's fine, says it's no problem, that he's used to it from other friends. We walk more. Don't think I'm blacked out; I remember him saying hello. Adjust my shirt and I thank.

Few minutes pass. Close. I look over, see Sam smiling a lot, so I smirk and ask how his night was.

"You can probably guess, right?" he happily says. "...Master's new binds are really fun to be in..."