FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Continuing my joint business venture with Janus's Chesh(http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1472547/) and partly inspired by this news article(https://www.wonkette.com/arizona-co.....y-2577004546-1), a small workshop is commissioned to do some copy work and given some free samples...

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"I don't know about this, Brittany." Jodi's chestnut brown hair shook along with her head as she looked over what her business partner was presenting her, "Do we really want to support this kind of thing?"

"I know it's weird, but it's good money!" Brittany's tried to sound enthusiastic as she showed Jodi the promotional materials they'd received. With a slight sigh, the dirty blonde-haired woman added, "It's not like we're getting many offers nowadays, anyway..."

Jodi said nothing, though silently she concurred with Brittany's point. It was bad enough they lost their court case when they tried to sue the city for forcing them to treat everyone equally, despite their deeply held religious beliefs that they should be able to refuse service to a customer if Brittany and Jodi didn't like the customer's personal life choices. Ever since their loss went public, even people they were O.K. doing their promotional copy work for didn't want to hire them. It felt like they were being discriminated against just because they didn't want to serve certain groups of people.

"I guess..." Jodi fingers gently pushed aside the pile of pictures that'd been provided by the company attempting to hire them. "Still, this feels so weird. I mean, cat women as a restaurant theme? Really?"

"It could be worse?" Brittany didn't seem very sure about her own words as she lifted up one of pictures provided by the Cheshcake Factory. "We need to work, and we could make some good PR out of this. We could say we're supporting strong women."

Well, the server in the catgirl costume in the picture was certainly strong if the way she handled the overloaded tray was any indication. The shot was of a smiling family being served their meals, though the server was clearly the focus of the picture. It was hard for her not to be; she had to be well over 6 and a half feet tall, covered in white fur with occasional stripes of black and orange in a way that sort of reminded Jodi of a calico. The white blouse and olive green skirt kept her looking professional(or at least as professional as one can look in a giant cat suit), though they also did little to underplay the massive chest and hips the suit also sported.

"Still, this is s-" Jodi was interrupted when Brittany handed her the offer from the Cheshcake Factory, her blue eyes practically bulging out of their sockets when she saw the numbers. "...What did our new clients want us to do for them?"

"They're hosting a wedding party in a few weeks for a pair of their employees, Steve and Jessica. They want us to design the invites for their families, place cards, all the traditional wedding stuff. And look!" Jodi's blue eyes followed Brittany's green ones toward a basket loaded with muffins, donuts, and other pastries. "They already provided us a thank you gift for taking them on. There was some milk, too; I put it in the fridge to keep it cold."

The two women quickly decided how they were going to divide the work and settled down to begin.

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Several hours later, Jodi's was stifling a massive yawn as she continued to work on the giant stack of invites. Maybe it was just because they were out of practice, but this seemed to be taking them way longer than normal. The shop closed hours ago, but the amount of work still left seemed to never end. Jodi assumed Brittany was just as hard at work behind her, though with her earbuds in as she was listening to music it was hard to be a hundred percent sure of that.

Feeling another massive yawn coming on, Jodi reached for her coffee cup and took another sip. The milk that the Factory had provided was a little weird looking; it looked like an old-fashioned glass bottle like the kind that used to be delivered to your house, at least according to what Jodi's grandparents used to tell her. Still, it smelled O.K and tasted good with her coffee with a hint of vanilla flavor. Brittany had taken a full glass of the stuff back to her desk when they had crossed paths a few minutes ago in the break room. Did they really need to put that label on the bottle, though? "Drink Me?" What else were they gonna do with it?

Jodi sighed and shook her head; she needed to focus. Her frustration over the last few weeks was going to affect her work if she didn't calm down. Still, how could she not be a little upset? Just because she didn't want to work on stuff for guys who liked other guys, or girls who liked other girls, she had to scrape by doing stuff for people into overly sexualized cat costumes. Damn that stupid judge!

Well, weirdness aside, Jodi couldn't fault the handicraft of the costumes themselves as she looked at the earlier picture of the server again. It didn't look like some homemade mascot costume or even a costume at all really. It looked almost lifelike, almost real. The fur, the tail, the whiskers, even the massive breasts looked genuine, so much so that Jodi wondered what it would be like to touch them, feel them, maybe even grab them a little...

...Where'd that thought come from? Jodi shook her head and turned back to the invitation in front of her. Her eyes and mind kept wandering back toward the picture of that server, a confusion mix of wonder, excitement and anger at her thoughts constantly betraying her focus. She was starting to get heated to the point of fanning herself with the picture, catching glimpses of the server she was finding more and more attractive by the moment.

No, this was wrong! Jodi didn't like other women, especially not ones in giant cat costumes! And she'd prove it, too! With an angry noise that sounded almost like a hiss, she started to tear the picture...and found herself stopping as she noticed a new detail she'd somehow missed before despite its prominent placement directly on the server's chest; the name tag.

"Steve?...THAT'S Steve?" Jodi tilted her head as she looked over the server very closely. "There's no way that's a guy!"

Jodi turned in her swivel chair to bring this up to Jodi, only to nearly run into a pair of orange fur covered breasts that seemed to rival the ones of the server in the picture. Unlike the server, though, they were fully exposed, as was the rest of the woman's bountiful body. Jodi's eyes slowly moved up past the cat woman's chest, to her face adorned with a short feline muzzle, more orange fur and green eyes that were slitted like a cat's as well as large, pointed cat ears atop her head. The cat woman who had a hair style and blonde color remarkable similar to Brittany's as an oversized paw-like hand gently stroked Jodi' cheek before gently tugging out her earbuds.

"Listen, Jodi; I've been thinking..." A soft purr seemed to emanate from the cat woman's chest that make her breasts bounce in a way Jodi couldn't help but find enticing as Brittany's other paw slowly slid up Jodi's rear, lifting the smaller woman up with ease. "Maybe we should reconsider our positions..."

"Positions?..." Jodi's felt mesmerized, her voice sounding far off even to her as she responded to Brittany. She shifted a little in her co-worker's paw, her pants feeling unusually tight on her. "Like, our positions on the customers we serve?"

"Huh? Oh, yes, that's good too." Brittany's retractable claws dug lightly into Jodi's rear, relieving some of the growing strain caused by Jodi's growing butt as they tore at her clothes. "I mean, maybe we're being a little too judgmental. But that wasn't what I meant."

Jodi's hands were slowly roaming over Brittany's chest as she spoke, her hands slowly sliding through the soft fur and supple flesh underneath. A gasp, followed by a purr slipped out of Brittany as Jody's hand brushed her nipples. Jodi's hands came away wet as she did, smelling faintly of vanilla as when she bought them to her mouth. Jodi's tongue felt rougher than normal as she licked up the warm, creamy liquid.

"I mean, it's just us girls here, right?" Brittany lowered Jodi down to one of her nipples as her big orange tail flicked happily behind her. "Maybe we shouldn't reject guys who like other guys, or girls who want to make love to other girls... at least until we try it ourselves, right? It's only fair..."

Jodi responded by latching onto Brittany's nipple and suckling on it eagerly. Brittany's previous purrs deepened in intensity and volume as she felt her co-worker's rough tongue working over her sensitive areola, the milk that filled her breast rapidly being swallowed up by Jodi. The dampness of Jodi's mouth as she tried to keep up with the gushing flow of cream was matched only by the dampness growing between her legs as she tried desperately to get a hand inside her vagina. The thick layers of fat being added to her hips and thighs made it nearly impossible to do so until Brittany's claws succeeded in removing her pants and panties entirely.

Jodi's hands had barely gotten to her clit before Brittany seized her wrist with a dexterity that was unexpected, not to mention the unexpected strength with which it contained. The fur helped downplay the increased size and tone of Brittany's muscles as she handled her co-worker with the ease of a toddler. Jodi was confused, giving an almost pleading look to Brittany as she was laid across her large, flat desk by her coworker. Confusion was replaced with anticipation as the large cat positioned her hips against the rapidly-less-human-by-the-minute Jodi, the heavy gasp she let out showing off distinctly feline fangs as she felt Brittany's hot, wet clit pressing against her own. When Brittany began to thrust against her, pretty much all thought was lost entirely and was replaced with pure pleasure.

Papers flew everywhere as Jodi's hands scrambled for solid purchase against the desk, leaving small scratches from the claws slowly emerging from her fingertips. Her expanding hands finally found a solid grip on the edge of the desk, white fur slowly working its way up from the edge of her fingers and down to her palm. Perhaps studying that picture of Steve was affecting her own transformation as the occasional patch of orange and black adorned the white base to give Jodi a similar calico pattern. At least, she might have thought about that if it weren't for the growing sense of discomfort around her chest.

Jodi's bra was beginning to bite into her as it strained to contain an increasing amount of flesh. Already two wet spots were forming through her shirt thanks to the cream leaking out of her nipples, making the rising curve of her growing breasts even more prominent as the cotton clung to her. When Jodi bought her hands up to her chest, the slightest scrape of her hands across her covered nipples made her soak her shirt even more thoroughly. A small yowl escaped Jodi's short feline muzzle as her breasts surged in size again.

"Mrrow?" Brittany paused her thrusts to lean down(God, she looks so cute, Jodi thought) to her friend and partner, gently nibbling on one of the button down shirts clasps. "Let me help you with that..."

"No!" Jodi's forceful reply caught the orange furred catgirl off guard. Jodi mashed her own chest roughly, her increasing hand size allowing her to grab bigger handfuls than she could before as she squirmed underneath Brittany. "Keep going!"

Jodi was leaking from everywhere; her chest, between her legs, even her brain felt like it was oozing out between her ears as it was replaced with mind numbing pleasure. She could feel it in the tips of her toes to the tops of her ears, or maybe that was just her feet and ears reshaping to become more pawlike and pointed respectively. All she could seek was more pleasure, more feeling, and though there was some pain, there was much more pleasure as her bra and shirt were reaching their limits. When Brittany restarted her thrusting, Jodi felt those limits start to break.

"Yes!" All her buttons held, though her breasts were plainly visible through the gaps between each button. Jodi rolled her shoulders and felt the strain of her bra underwire starting to become less painful as it started to give way.

"YES!" Another surge sent a button flying off the top of her shirt, revealing the barest hint of her deep cleavage. It was hard to tell if her breasts looked so creamy white from her fur or just from how thoroughly soaked she was with her own milk.

"YEESSSS!" Unable to hold back anymore, Jodi's shirt and bra gave way with nearly explosive results. Buttons from her shirt shot off and hit Brittany in the chest, though the projectiles did nothing to slow down her thrusts. Her bra snapped along Jodi's back as she tore it away with ease so she could continue massaging her gushing nipples. Her shirt now hung in two pieces around each arm, unable to hold together between the milk, Jodi's increasing size and the damage caused by her breaking bra.

The sight was too much for Brittany to contain herself anymore. She had already gotten herself warmed up when she transformed earlier, and might have simply masturbated had she not picked up on Jodi's changing scent. She reasoned to herself that she was just going to try and help her friend, warn her about what was about to happen, but when her eyes fell upon Jodi all thoughts of stopping her were simply banished from her mind. Now seeing her friend as this beautiful, powerful creature lost in the throes of ecstasy, Brittany became quite lost herself.

Brittany started to go weak in the knees as her orgasm started to approach, making her collapse atop Jodi. She started to let out a wild yowl as she vagina started to quiver, only to be silenced a moment later by Jodi's lips pressing against hers. It was so simple(at least compared to everything else that was happening), but it was perhaps the most intense moment of all. It was pure, it was good, and it was right; the intense climaxes just made it even better.

The two cat women continued to make out during their orgasm, their lips only parting for an occasional breath or purr before sinking right back into their partner's lips. Their breasts smooshed and rubbed against each other, the occasional spurt of milk being forced out from the squishing adding an extra dash of pleasure on top of what was happening between their legs. Sometimes those spikes became a little longer when a breast was squeezed and teased as the two became absolutely soaked in their own and each other's milk. Somewhere in the back of their minds both women knew that their client must have foreseen this coming, but neither one could find it in them to be really upset about that.

Their pleasure seemed like it would last forever, and it might have had Jodi not tried to adjust herself on the soaked desk and lost her grip, sending both her and Brittany crashing to the floor. Their furred and bulky butts meant there wasn't much pain from the impact, though Brittany did get pushed back just enough to finally put some space between the two women. Shaking the stars from her eyes, Brittany prepared to bounce on Jodi again to continue their lustful pursuits as she shifted to her paws and knees. Her plan to pounce was paused when Jodi grabbed one of the invitations she'd be working on off the floor, shaking out the now ruined card and sending liquid lightly spraying around.

"We're going to have to ask our clients for an extension." Jodi said with a regretful sigh as she tossed the ruined piece of paper into a nearby trash can.

"Oh, I don't think they'll mind..." Brittany purred as she slowly crawled toward Jodi, making little splashing noises as she moved through the puddle toward her friend, her lover. She leaned her head down to Jodi's breast, letting out of confused, "Mrrow?" as Jodi's paws pushed her away.

"Brittany, no! We can't do this! We shouldn't!..." Brittany's confusion was clear until she saw Jodi's eyes were locked on the photo of Steve the transformed waiter, which had survived relatively unscathed and was now floating nearby. Brittany's purred in agreement at Jodi's next words.

"At least, not until we tell our husbands to come over..."