FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Chapter 1.

J leisurely strolled towards home on a typical Friday autumn evening where the perfect chill lingers in the air while the sun blankets his fur with a radiant, glowing warmness. The slim tiger zoned out with a far off stare in his eyes as he walked along the leaf-littered concrete pathway. The only thing occupying the cat's mind all day is the incredible crush he had on a certain silver femboy husky - Tossinople.

The first time J saw Toss was in their college's art club and J just knew that it was love at first sight. J was mesmerized by Toss' emerald green eyes - they were practically twinkling under the reflection of the spot lights in the club room and J thought they reminded him of the color of the mountains where he would go camping when he was still a cub. Toss quickly took a liking to J and they began hanging out. Sometimes a little more intimate than Toss would have preferred but a little less than J would have liked. All of it, in J's mind, was headed towards everything he ever wanted... and in a few weeks' time, he would officially ask out Toss. Just in time for the social dance at for Solstice. J had it all planned down to the last detail. Toss would accept his invitation. J would ask him out at the restaurant. They would dance until midnight. They'd head back to J's place... and then, then there would be something more. Something that J had been waiting for a long time.

J's cheeks burned with redness at the thought of how he would spend the first night with Toss and, as if on cue, a familiar mellow warmth starts spreading between his legs too. Having zero further control over it, J is silently grateful for the fortune that so few people are on the street he is on. Instinctively he shuffled his scarf and lowered his head to cover up the intensifying blush on his face.

Deep in his daydream J had little notice - nor did he felt the need to be on alert in this small suburban college town - when he was tackled from behind. Losing his balance J fell forward, reaching his arms out to catch himself; and before he had a chance to grasp the situation he had already been violently flung over on his back and a white cloth was held and pressed over his maw. J's last conscious moments was of anxiety and regret as he realized, only mere seconds before he cuts to darkness and fell limp to the ground, that he took a deep breath of something sickly sweet held over his nose.

"This the asshole we're looking for?" The assailant, a black panther, verbalizes his thoughts.

"Well we already fuckin' knocked him out." The white dragon scowls, rolling his eyes in exasperation at the stupidity of his mate. The feline was hired for his strength and, well, clearly not intellect. "Do you want to double check -now- just to be sure? And apologize if you got it wrong, maybe? Take them out for scones and tea? Be your new best friend? That sounds good to you? Shut up and peel the asshole off the streets before someone sees us!"

--- Some time later... ---

J groggily woke up with the worst migraine. Bright light shining in his face. A high pitched ringing in his ear. J tried to turn around to go back to bed when his last few conscious moments suddenly returned to him. Snapping his eyes open, sharp white light stabs at his vision and momentarily blinds him. Trying to block the lights out with his arms proved futile - he couldn't move a muscle.

"Oh what the fuck?" Panic sets in as J attempted to look down to no avail. From what little he could see, he was trapped in a coffin with a monitor positioned at face level. Metal rings restrain his wrist and neck, and something soft bounding his legs just above the ankles. He barely had enough leverage to lift his head. "WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUUUUCKKKKK?! HELPPP!!"

"Oh boy! You're finally awake!" A chirpy, but digitally altered voice comes through the monitor. "Don't you know it's rude to keep your host waiting?"

Trying to focus his attention on anything that might give him a hint, J watches the monitor in disbelief as a figure comes on screen with a mosaic covering their face. The only thing he could catch is the unmistakable logo on the sweater worn by whoever it is on the other end -- dark blue paw print on a light blue shield -- this was definitely someone from his school.

"Not going to ask me to let you out?" The same digital voice enthusiastically taunts J, "Well, not that I would, but it'd be no fun if you didn't at least try. Now ask me who I am!"

"..." J stares at the monitor, partly not wanting to do what he's been told; but deep inside a part of him also demands to know what's going on.

"I'm waiting." J swears he could sense a grin through the mosaic. "You really shouldn't keep me waiting. No, I'm serious, I'm not very patient, and if you make me unhappy, you're going to be twice as unhappy. Especially so when you consider... this."

As if he's watching a vlogger broadcast, the camera shakes and pans over to the side where a pair of feet paws sticks out of the wall.

"No... No... No. No. No! No!!!" J freaks out on his side of the monitor. His heart racing. His body more tense than ever. Fearful of the confirmation J dares not move. He was Schrodinger's cat. As long as he didn't move there won't be confirmation. He could still be in denial. Somewhere in the darkness there's still hope; and yet--

"Yes yes yes yes yessssssity yes!" The voice sing songs their words. "Yes. Yes they are. Let me show you."

J watched helplessly as his captor drags a single finger on the foot. He felt it immediately. The feather light touch. He involuntarily reacts and twitched his foot and it shows through the video feed. There was no denial. Those were his feet stuck in the wall and they're not going anywhere.

"NO! This can't be happening! Let me out! LET ME OUT!! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT!? LET ME OUT!!! Why are you doing this?! Let me out NOW!!" J howls as he shakes his whole body as much as he could to no effect. He merely ruffled his own fur against the velvety smooth lining on his coffin.

"Ah ho! There it is! Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? Maybe... Maybe it's you. Now ask me again. Ask me who I am."

"Who the fuck are you then!?"

"Not telling."

"Then why the fuck--!?"

"Because!" J's captor reaches his hand out again to poke at the sole on the wall, stopping J mid-sentence "I like telling people what to do, dumbass. And I like it when people do the things I tell them to. Dumbass. Now continue being a dumbass and ask me again. Dumbass."

J clenches his teeth and stares intently at the monitor as if looks could kill.

"I can see you there, by the way. There's a camera on your tablet. I can see you being all defiant and that's... really not going to work out well for you, since your feet is out here," The black paw slams against the wall right above the feet, and J confirms a muffled thud coming from where his feet are, " ...and you're in there."

"So then, just so we're super clear, I'm a 'sadistic pervert' with a major foot fetish and I have lots and lots of plans today with your pretty little feet, and you're going absolutely nowhere, and how much you want to suffer is entirely up to you." J could tell from the tone that his captor is getting very excited. "How cooperative do you feel now? Want to ask why this is happening to you yet?"

"Are you going to give me a straight answer?"

"Who knows? But I do know that if you don't..." He picks up a fork and shows it to the camera, "the pokey end is going to go up and down and up and down on these soft, yummy, plushy soles."

"No! Okay! Okay! Who are you?"

"You can call me Master Saber for now."

"Saber...?"

"Master. Now ask me why I'm doing this to you." Saber jabs the fork directly in the middle of J's sole.

"OW THE FUCK?!"

"We can do this all day. We probably will at this rate." Saber casually jabs J's sole again. J's entire foot twitches. His toes fan out and wiggle was if that would lessen the pain.

"OW STOP! Why the fuck then?!"

"See, that's what you're here to find out!" Saber giggles at the sight of the tiger.

"Ughhhh!!" J clenches his toes in frustration. The only part of him that could move. Well, relatively.

"And...! You're going to help me with that. Give me your PIN."

"Excuse me!?"

"The PIN. To your phone. I'm going to go through it and look for something fun."

"What? No!"

Saber jabs the foot again, only much harder this time. "You do know what's going to happen, right?"

"You're going to do it regardless, so no! I'm not telling you my PIN!"

Saber smirks at the thought, loving the possibility of the next couple of hours. Just him, some tools, and a pair of yummy feet waiting to get everything they deserve.