FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The second in the story series I have yet to name. By the by, if anyone reading this happens to know how to chain stories together, please let me know, or at least where I would to to find instructions. Having said that, this is a work of fiction, intended for adults who get their jollies at the idea of anthropomorphic animals getting their bone on. If this is not you, the fuck are you doing here?

The characters in this story are MINE! Mine do you hear me?! If you want to use one, just ask. If you don't ask vengance shall be mine! If you do ask, most likely you'll get permission. See how that works?

Unanticipated Outcomes

Let us begin by looking at the vast, swirling spiral that is our galaxy. Down among the stars that make up the western spiral arm, there is a single pinpoint of light, which shall be the focus of our immediate attention. Allow our mental camera to zoom in on that point, passing nebulae, rogue asteroids, and the occasional comet. That point expands, and becomes the "local" cluster of stars. In this cluster there is a yellow sun, which we will now center in our mind's eye, and approach. Now we can see the nine bodies orbiting this star, and we continue moving forward, now approaching the third one from the sun. Once we approach close enough, we can see, in a point in space between that planet and it's moon, a small pinpoint of light. It is a outpost of life in the cold void of space. A bastion crying out unto the universe, "I shall not be extinguished". It is a space faring craft, small, in comparison with the planet it orbits, but large enough for forty or fifty lifeforms to dwell in relative comfort. As we approach the craft, and since this is all in our imagination anyway, I don't want to hear anything from you "sound doesn't carry in space" smarmy bastards, we begin to hear a rhythmic pounding. Accompanied by an agitated feminine voice, each word punctuated with the sonorous toll of metal on metal. The source of both seems to be Engineering, close to one of the engine nacells. As we draw closer, we are able to make out the actual words.

"STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! FUCKER!"

Heavy breathing for a few moments, then

"STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! FUCKER!"

A grey and black head stuck itself down through the hatch. For a moment it regarded the striped, bejumpsuited tabby femme currently wielding a wrench against a plasma coupling. Then the raccoon asked, "umm... Hey Gaz... Whatcha doin'?"

Gaz, tail lashing in agitation, whipped a head around to regard the newcomer. "What am I doing? Why Jasper, I have spent the last two hours installing this coupling, calibrating this coupling, and trying to get this tanj coupling to cooperate. Since NOTHING I do is working, I have decided to BEAT IT WITH THIS SPANNER UNTIL IT OBEYS IT'S RIGHTFUL MASTER!" With that she struck the recalcitrant coupling once again with the tool.

"Nothing like a little 'percussive maintenance', huh Gaz," Jasper chuckled. "Umm... Can I ask a question."

By way of a reply, Gaz just glared at him.

"So, I may just be a cook, but well, the plasma flows from the generators, which are fore, to the engines, which are aft, right? And plasma couplings only allow the plasma to flow in one direction, right? So, that arrow... the one that indicates the direction of flow should be pointing aft, right? And umm... isn't it, and I know I'm going out on a limb here... but isn't it pointing fore?"

Gaz stared at Jasper, then turned her gaze to the coupling. She had been up for thirty-six hours straight, trying to get everything squared away for the ship's shakedown cruise, and she had overlooked the simple fact that the coupling was wrong way round. Now she would have to spend another two hours removing it, re-installing it, and recalibrating everything it connected to.

"TANJ AT ALL!"

Meanwhile, in the crew quarters, Lillia stretched out on the bed of her soon-to-be lover. It had been some months since her transformation, and she had finally gotten to the point where she felt comfortable enough with her new body to expose it to someone else. That, and she was really, really horny. One of the members of the security force had caught her eye from the day she'd first set foot on board, and today, after running into him in the enlisted mess, she started a conversation. She led one thing to another, and here she was, killing time waiting on him to get out of the shower. She was so glad that she'd left that whole perspiration thing behind when she became a skunk. She looked down at her lithe body, the black and white of her fur setting off the hot pink matching bra and panties she was wearing. She heard the water stop running, and quickly adjusted her bra to maximize the ample cleavage she was showing. She heard the water cut off, and her loins immediately responded, growing hot, and she could feel her arousal wetting the walls of her passage. This was going to be fun!

Thomas toweled him self off after stepping out of the shower. He was already sporting a half erection, knowing what awaited him in the bedchamber. This was going to be the first time he had arranged a liaison since becoming a furre as well. Grimacing into the mirror, he made sure that he didn't have any stray bits of food stuck in is teeth, and then he lightly spritzed his armpits and groin with an antiperspirant. A couple of dabs of cologne, and he was ready, in every sense of the word. Letting his towel fall to the bathroom floor, he opened the door to the bathroom, giving his would-be lover her first view of his muscular form, in all it's glory with it's dappled brow and white appaloosa coloring. Her eyes assessed him starting at his head, then lit upon his rock hard erection, then widened, as her jaw dropped, her words caused the grin to fall right off of Thomas's face.

"Oh my tao, is that thing real," Lillia squealed, "You can't be serious. Nuh uh, no way. No way are you sticking me with that fucking thing. I mean, I like 'big boys' as much as the next girl, but Buddha's sake there's a limit!"

Aplomb gone, Thomas didn't know what to say. This wasn't fair! She was supposed to be consumed with overwhelming desire at the sight of his gargantuan member, not frightened! "But... But... Can't we, you know, find out by experiment? I mean... you won't know for sure unless you try!"

Lillia considered for a moment. On one hand, she'd come this far, it would be silly to give up without even trying. If worse came to worst, at least she could get eaten out. On the other hand, it was a bit like wanting steak and settling for beef jerky. Gripping hand she'd initiated this, and only a real bitch would bring a guy this far, and not give him a handy at least. She gave a mental shrug and conceded the argument. "So, come on over here, lover-boy."

Thomas practically dove into the bed out of eagerness. Lillia wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew him into a long, passionate kiss. His hand roved over her body, cupping the globe of one breast through her bra. He squeezed, just a little too hard, causing Lillia to wince. Still kissing, he moved one hand underneath her, to the clasp of her bra. After a few moments of working at it, his other hand joined it, but he still couldn't get it unhooked. Giggling a little, Lillia reached around behind herself, and quickly undid it, letting it fall to one side, instantly forgotten. Now that they were unveiled, Thomas turned his attentions to her breasts. Lillia sighed inwardly. His enthusiastic, but awkward attentions were less than satisfying. After a minute or two, she gently grasped his wrist, and slid his hand down the front of her panties, sliding them down and off.

When his fingers first brushed her fiery sex, he gasped, and then began working her sodden clit. He apparently believed a myth held common by many males that pressing harder felt better. Jamie and Adam had really dropped the ball busting that one. It did feel good, but it also hurt a little, each stab of pain pulling her back from achieving release. It was like taking three steps forward, but two steps back. She was starting to get there, when he suddenly stopped, tanj it! He positioned himself over her, and placed the head of his member at the entrance to her passage. It was so big, she could feel the sides of his flare overlapping her labia majora! There was no way she would be able to take it, but he pressed forward, gently thank Lao, but it was like trying to fit an elbow into an ear-hole. He repositioned himself, but he still couldn't cram his shaft inside. After it became apparent that this wasn't working, he pawed at her side. Lillia took this as an indication that he wanted her on her stomach, so she sighed and rolled over, lifting her rump in the air, and shifting her tail off to one side. Thomas took a hold of her tail by the root, causing Lillia so shudder with pleasure. There was just something about that move that reached down inside her and struck a chord with her inner submissive. Her excitement was short lived, because he once again attempted penetration.

After a couple more tries, Lillia's patience was at it's end. "Look Thomas, I'm really sorry, but this just isn't going to work. Tell you what, lets sixty nine, and call it a day." With a look of disappointment, Thomas moved slightly away, and stretched out on his back. Some gentleman, thought Lilila, he expects me to do all the work. Positioning herself above him, she lowered her flower, aching with need, down into range of his muzzle, and grasped his enormous member with one hand. He began to run his tongue over and within her folds, as she attempted to take his manhood into her mouth. Despite her mouth being slightly larger than her nether hole, she still couldn't engulf it, and so contented herself with running her tongue over and around the massive head. Meanwhile, his had found her sensitive places, and was working on them double time, making her squirm with pleasure.

Lillia only had a second's warning, a tensing of the muscles, a slight ascending of the balls towards his body before Thomas blew what seemed like gallons of semen over her face and chest. Her pre-orgasmic glow popped like a bubble. Now she was really pissed. She sat back, wiping come out of her eyes, literally sitting on his face and yelled, "you son of a bitch! Why didn't you warn me?! This stuff is hard enough to get out of hair, can you imagine how hard it's going to be to get out of my fur?!"

"mmph mmumm mmph"

Lillia realised that she was practically suffocating him, and pushed her self off. She stormed into the bathroom, and grabbed his still damp towel, and used it to wipe off as much of the sticky spooge as she could. She would still have to walk back through the halls to her quarters with her fur all matted and gooey, though. How embarrassing! Thomas was stammering apologies that Lillia didn't even hear as she gathered her clothes and dressed. At the doorway, she stopped and turned back. "Thomas," she said, "I'm going to do the next girl a favor. Next time, warn her!" And with that she was gone.

Thomas looked at the door in dismay. Why couldn't she use my shower? TANJ AT ALL!

Meanwhile Mirabelle had gotten a call. This close in, communication between the ship and Earth was handled by radio. Once they got farther out, all communications would be carried out using quantum entanglement. The actual physics of it was a bit above Mirabelle's head, she was just the ships physician. At the moment, she was on the "phone" with the ship's liaison in the Colonization Project Medical Station.

"Hey Benny, how's it hanging... Yeah, I received the documents, but haven't had the time to go over them yet," she said, bringing up the file on her computer monitor. "I was a little surprised to get transfer documents now, I wasn't expecting new crew until the last batch of transforms had a chance to go through orientation... Well, she must be special to get ramrodded through so fast.... what do you mean, 'unanticipated outcomes?' Tanj it Benny I'm a doctor! I know what that means! How bad did you guys fuck up? What did you change her into the wrong species? What the hell are you sending us?" Benny's reply caused her to shoot out of her chair. "Benny are you seriously telling me that you guys switched this poor schmuck's gender? And you expect me to 'handle it?!' No! No way are you sending me this fucked up poobah! ...Of course he's fucked up Benny! He... She... it's hard enough adjusting to being half animal, with the support groups and counciling you have in the Station. Now you're expecting me to run him through 'furry' orientation as well as 'congratulations on your new uterus' orientation by my self! It's not like I can form a club here, Benny! I can't deal with this, I don't have the tanj time!" The smooth grey skin of her face had gone red with anger. Mirabelle was colorful under the best of circumstances, and unlike most of the other dolphin transforms, she had quite a temper. Benny's next tidbit of information really set her off. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE HASN'T BEEN THROUGH HER FIRST HEAT YET? Benny, I am going to get you for this. If it is the last thing I do, people will tell stories CENTURIES from now. You are going to be held up as a warning about what happens when you fuck Mirabelle, Benny. You've got me by the metaphorical balls here, but vengeance shall be mine!" She slammed the handset down, snatched the file and went to see the captain.

Captain Enoch was double checking the week's duty roster when Mirabelle stormed in. He looked up and dryly said, "well, do come in Doctor."

Mirabelle glared at the wolven captain, "Captain, do you know what they are sending us?"

"The manifest indicates, the final shipment of provisions we need, along with the last member of the science team," he calmly replied to the livid doctor.

"Right, and how much do you know about that last member of the science team," Mirabelle asked.

"From what I understand there was a slight... mishap during her transformation which lead the Colonization Project to feel that it was in their best interests to get her off and away as soon as possible."

Mirabel was stunned to hear that the Captain had known about the liabilities of his newest crew meber. "And you approved... her being sent here? Sir, I realize that you understand the workings and needs of a vessel such as this better than I do, but... may I speak freely," she waited for the captain to nod his assent before continuing, "I'm not sure if you quite understand what you are getting us into here. The psychological impact of being transformed into an anthro is profound. It takes the strongest psyche weeks to recover. Now, add into that changing gender against your will, and we are talking about a trauma which may last years. This kid has had a week. She's damaged goods, Captain, and I don't know if I will be able to bring her up to functional, let alone healthy, psychologically speaking."

The captain considered a moment, choosing his words carefully before speaking, "Mirabelle, I appreciate your expertise, and your reservations are understandable. I agreed to take her on, and I suppose her is the appropriate pronoun, for a number of reasons, which will remain my own. I know, and you will know. Between the two of us, we should be able to resolve any difficulties that may arise from her unique situation. If I thought otherwise, even for a second, I would not have agreed to let her ship with us. The kid's got it hard enough, and one of my reasons is because being the 'last one picked for the team' will only make it harder for her in the long run. Spend as much time as you need with her, helping her to acclimate. If that isn't enough, we'll transfer her out when we return."

Mirabelle considered her words. Perhaps the Captain had a point. But still, "Sir, are you aware she hasn't gone through first heat yet?"

Captain Enoch's eyebrows knitted together as he tried to puzzle out the significance of that statement, "so?"

Rolling her eyes, Mirabelle replied, "so she's going to go through it. Here. On board ship. In about fourteen days. Maybe they didn't tell the boys, but she's going to put out pheromones. If our air scrubbers don't filter them out, you are going to have a shipload of extremely sexually aroused males. Yourself included. Decision making will be impaired, tempers will be shorter. It's like having an itch in your brain, and there is only one way to scratch it. Are you prepared to handle that?"

Enoch sighed. Tanj it she did have a point. But allowing this young lady to join his crew would allow him to be the first ship to leave. If he managed to make her a functional person, it would highlight his ability to lead. If not, no blame would attach as she was, as Mirabelle had put it, 'damaged goods.' Win win. He looked up at the ships doctor and replied, "We'll just have to cross that bridge when we come to it. Hmm... I have an idea that just might work, but I'll have to talk it over with Gaz... Yes. Doctor, we're taking her, and I have no doubt that she will turn out fine. Now if you will excuse me, I have things to see to."

Mirabelle walked out the door. She closed her eyes and mentally screamed, "TANJ AT ALL!"