FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The jackal lay there, speechless, James standing in front of him laughing tremendously. It was just too much to handle, James, his friend from way back in high school, fully naked with spots of silver paint on his body, his cock standing semi-erect and still wielding an impressive size. He was so beautiful, and yet, he couldn't have him, because he had no feelings for this tiger what-so-ever. He just wasn't gay. His face turned to a frown and he looked away, his chattering of his lips coming to a halt and a small whimper developing. James saw this and his laughter died quickly, he tilted his head back and his eyes turned from wide and happy, to empathetic and caring. "What's wrong? Are you not happy to see me?' The tiger said, sitting down beside the jackal, putting his arm around him as he sat up. He was soft and comforting, and as if by magic, his heart began to rapidly "lub-dub" and his body felt warmer. Some would call it a sign of love, the Jackal called it, nervousness. After all, a tiger could eat a jackal if it wanted too. Especially after the law of, "Natural Selection" was established. "I'm sorry, but I can't be with you, I'm not gay. I was just curious that's all, but after being with you a few hours ago, I realized that, that isn't enjoyable at all. So you see...Hey listen to me!" James had gotten back up, the smile returning to his face. He walked over to the computer and flicked the mouse, clearing the screensaver. His game had been minimized and his background was clearly displayed for James to see. So was James' perfectly round naked ass, some of the silver paint in splotches on his rump's cheeks. The Jackal couldn't help but gawk- in a non gay way. "Hey I know this picture. In the right light, on the right angle, you can see your package. I had this as my background for a while too." The tiger said, smiling. "What? What do you mean HAD?" The jackal growled appalled, taking his eyes off the nicely rounded ass. "Well ya, I'm going to have to change it now, since you're not interested in me anymore." James said, flicking his tail, diverting the jackals eyes back to his wonderfully muscular ass. "That's true, I guess. But you can still like me. I just can't like you." "Well that's a little selfish, isn't it?" "Well I can't help it; it's the way I was born. Just like you can't help loving me, because it was the way you were born." "Oh, I CAN help loving guys like you. You know the equine that delivered me; we could probably make a pretty "extensive" history. Perhaps I'll go find him, and sleep with someone who can truly appreciate a tiger." James started to walk to the door, and the jackal sat there with his head down. Then, in a flash, his blood began to boil, and his muscles jolted him to a standing position. "Wait! I do like you? Ok? I just can't be gay, it isn't natural. I'm already an outcast as it is! No one will accept me. My mother and father already hate me, for the crap I've turned my life into! Just please, don't go, I can't bear loosing you again." "A bear? Hmm that would provide a good fuck too." The tiger said pausing at the door. "Come on James, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" "So you're gay then?" "Yes, yes, I am! I just can't be." "Oh my dear jackal friend." James send turning around, his exposed genitalia swaying with his turn. The sight of his genitals, which still remained semi-erect, made the jackal gawk again. His underbelly was white and it stretched down below his hips. The balls had white fur covering them and his foreskin was carpeted in white as well. However, there were some silver splotches over his body. He had cute black pubic hair, not to bushy, but enough to make you want to play with it. The tiger blushed a bit, apparently what was suppose to be a quick glance, turned into all out staring contest with the one eyed snake. The jackal closed his eyes and turned his head away. "Sorry." The jackal said, lowering his eyes. The tiger looked blankly at the jackal for a bit, blushing. The jackal laughed, he could tell he was just joking around. "Hmm? What? Oh right. My dear jackal friend, what is wrong with being gay?" "Well, it's just. When I think about that question, I think, there isn't anything good in being gay. I mean, you can't produce offspring when you're gay right? I can't bring my folks a grandchild. If it wasn't for my brother, the family tree would die with me. I mean what good is there in being gay? You just live a life of ass ramming or getting rammed yourself. So I ask you, what good is there in being gay?" "Me?" The jackal stood frozen at the tiger's comment. "I mean, if you continue pretending you're not gay, you won't be feeling gay at all. Your just going to be lonesome and depressed, right? You can't hide what you are; you'll just make your life a lot crappier. So true you can't produce offspring and give your parents a child by natural means. But, you are given a chance to be with a guy like me. After all, I would think a guy would know more about pleasuring his own sex, then any girl would." "I don't think you made a strong point, but I get what you're saying." The jackal replied, a smile cracking itself back into place. "Besides, who wants a child, they just cost money I don't have." The tiger laughed again, "Well debate wasn't always my strong point. I was always much better with action then with words." The tiger then pounced on the jackal catching him on surprise, he was gentle with his rough-play however and soon the pair was wrestling on the floor, the tiger letting the jackal win from time to time. The play came to a halt, as James had himself sitting on top of the jackal; his lower back against the jackal's once-again erect penis. His own tiger cock standing tall and proud, pointed at the jackal's face. He started to growl, the winkles on his muzzle becoming well defined, aided by the silver paint. "Now, tell me. Are you straight?" The jackal said somewhat quietly, "No." "Speak louder or I will eat you!" "NO!" The jackal cried out, the tiger nibbling cute love-bites on his neck. "And what are you?" James now put his mouth over his nipples and continued his love-biting. He began to rub his own rump vertically along the shaft of the jackal. "Mmm...I'm GAY!" The jackal said, yelling out loudly. "What are you?" "GAY!" "Say it brother!" "Gay, gay ,gay ,gay I AM Ga..." Suddenly the jackal heard a familiar voice through the door. "Hey Gay-boi open up, you forgot to sign something. I'm in huge shit down at the office, you got to sign this." The voice cried out from behind the door. "Shut up, you ass!" The jackal yelled at the door, the tiger stopped his playing and sat up worryingly. "Not an ass, a horse. Now open this door. If you don't sign this we're both in big shit." The horse was pounding at the door with his fist. It was the delivery equine; his first impression wasn't very satisfying, nor was his second one. "God damn it, open this fucking do-." The jackal opened the door leaving the equine standing there with his fist suspended in mid-air. "Yes?" The jackal said, a bit of a scowl on his face as he noticed a small dent in his door. "Fuck man! Put on some clothes!" The jackal covered up his erect member (realizing that once again he was completely nude) with a paw. Which worked quite well considering he wasn't that big. "Don't use your paw, put on a robe." The jackal moved to grab his robe. "Fuck it, I'm in a hurry, just sign here." The equine pulled out his pen from his pocket, but fumbled it, making it fall on the floor. He moved to pick it up, but as he bent down he saw through a crack between the jackal's knees: the silver, orange, and white tiger, sitting there naked in all his glory was framed. His face worried and jolting around, trying to see what was going on. "Hey! Just pick up the pen!" The jackal said, getting worried as the horse froze its action of going down to pick up the pen. The horse then pushed through the jackals knees, stood up lifting the jackal in the air with his shoulders, and threw him over his back making him land on the floor behind the equine with a THUD! "And who do we have here? I didn't know you were having company over. You certainly know how to pick your friends." The equine laughed, his tight light brown pants, growing a little tighter. He placed a hoof-hand under the tiger's chin scratching him a bit. "You're not so bad yourself equine. You got a package for me too?" The tiger, said, grinning a bit at the scratching sensation, it did feel quite good. This equine knows how to treat a feline. "Hey, are you crazy?" The jackal said to the equine, getting up, his back quite sore. "Crazy in love maybe." The equine said, using his other paw to scratch behind the tiger's ear, the tiger was in a trance, and purring. "James, what are you doing? Equine, I thought you weren't gay! James stop this! Equine get out of here!" The jackal walked back into the room, hand on his back. "What? Oh sorry (bleep), how stupid of me! If you're not comfortable with this equine in your home, it's fine by me." James said, feeling a bit stupid. "I'm gay. It's only when people like you try and hit on me, do I turn straight. And tiger, what did you say his name was?" "Hey don't talk to my friend like that!" The tiger said standing up, breaking the trance the horse had over him, "and his name is (beep)." "I thought you were in a rush?" The jackal said to the equine in a high pitched angry voice. He then turned his attention to the tiger. "And what do you mean I'm not comfortable with this equine in my home! He's hitting on you blatantly right in front of my eyes. And he just threw me on the floor! And he dented my door!" "I'm sorry (bleep), I just get so angry when it comes to doing my job. I really meant no insult. Come on can't I stay and play?" The equine pleaded. "You said you were in a hurry, equine!" The jackal flashed his teeth, growling a bit. "I'm sorry, it really was stupid. But come on jackal, threesome's can be fun." The tiger said walking over to wrap his arm around the jackal's hip. "Some things are much more important then work. Especially naked tigers and sexy jackals." The equine was now getting up to go on the other side of the jackal. "Sexy? You have been nothing but mean to me, and now you call me sexy. What are you trying to pull?" Then his face went blank as he finally computed what the tiger said, "Threesome?" "Yes, a threesome, does it sound like fun?" The tiger smiled, nibbling on the jackal's ear as the equine moved to his front. "Yea, I want to suck some jackal giz while getting rammed by a tiger's torpedo." The equine said grabbing the jackal's hands and placing them on the waist band of his pants. "Go ahead; release me from this clothed restriction." "But, I...okay." The jackal was starting to get aroused again and the idea of a threesome started to sound a lot better. He pulled the pants of the equine down, his massive and thick erection shooting out, poking him in the belly. But as he did this he thought in his head, something wasn't adding up. How could it be that James was so easily seduced? Is he really that loose to let any old stranger walk in and flirt with him like that? Then there was the equine. How could he just forget his job, and all of a sudden become Mr. Friendly with the jackal. Something wasn't right, was he being tricked? The tiger moved to come up behind the equine, his genitals seeming more aroused then before, as the equine moved down on the jackal. The equine took his lips and placed them over his hard shaft, the jackal immediately forgot about all ideas of conspiracy. It wasn't like he was in any danger. He closed his eyes and began to enjoy the fellatio being given to him. The equine felt good, his lips tight and moist. His hoof fingers played along the side of his thigh as the tight pair of horse-lips bobbed up and down his entire length, flicking its tongue along the shaft and head. Suddenly he had a shiver down his spine, as the equine pulled the jackal down the ground, so that he laid on his back. He opened his eyes to see why he had been pulled down. The horse was HUNGrily indulging himself over his cock, with his hips raised into the air. James was rimming his hole, holding his tail up with one arm. His muzzle was viciously pressed against the tight rump trying to spear his tongue as far as he could into the depths of the equine. Seeing this, the jackal found himself moving his hips in rhythm with the head job. The tiger took his head from the ass and stood up, crowning the tail hole of the equine. "Torpedo away!" He yelled in a half roar, half purr. "Fire one!" The equine said, taking his head off of the jackals cock for a second. The jackal couldn't help put feel like only an accessory to their mini-orgy. No one was really paying attention to him; the horse wasn't even really concentrating on his own minuscule dick. The tiger pushed his hips into the tail hole, using all of his strength. The equine was pushed forward with his head turned to watch the tiger penetrate him, making his head hit the cock of the jackal in an auto-cock slap. The tiger pulled out. "You are very tight indeed." "Fire two!" The equine cried out, moving his lips back over the jackal's cock. He was pumped into the rear again and pushed forward, making the blow job much more enjoyable. Then the ramming stopped and it turned into an "easy out-and in" hump fest for the tiger. The equine, dripping massive leaks of pre-cum from his penis, started to work harder at the jackal, and soon the jackal was feeling his build up, he was going to loose control. "I'm...I'm going to cum." The jackal cried out, placing his palms flat on the floor. He didn't want to cum until everybody else was finished, but he lacked the stamina to hold it much longer. Nonetheless, he expected the horse to slow down, and give him some time to recover, but now he was moving tighter and faster. His equine lips pleasuring him unpleasantly. Then a light bulb shined brilliantly above his head. He wants him to cum. He wants to get him out of the picture so he can have his tiger all for himself. Hold it jackal, you can do it, just hold it in, he thought to himself. "NO!" He let go, the build up was too strong. He was washed over by a wave of orgasm that brought disappointment over his body. The equine tasting his cum shots lifted up his head and smiled. "Game over." He whispered. The jackal raised his head but lacked the stamina, and dropped it again. His orgasm over, he felt as though a sharp feather was stabbed through his heart, giving him some pleasure from it's softness, but ultimately giving him pain. He laid there for a while and watched as the tiger gave his massive member into the tail hole of the horse. He could have pleasured the horse, his tall cock standing forth dripping clear pools of pre-cum on the floor, but he felt no attraction to the horse. He did have a well built body, and a more then grand member. But, what he had in body, he lacked in personality. It would be like fucking your worse enemy. So he just watched, the horse over-reacting and glancing at the wasted jackal occasionally. Rubbing it in, being an ass. The jackal's eyes suddenly started to tear and he stood up, put on his robe, and walked outside. The tiger unknowing of the world around him (as he had his eyes closed in pleasure), didn't try to stop the jackal, which hurt him more. He walked down the hallway, the groans and moans, and sounds of the slapping of two bodies hitting against each other, taunted him as he walked outside and across the street to the park. He had been sitting there for sometime, at a park bench which over looked the lake. Sitting naked under his robe, the sun was beginning to set. Which means he had been at this park bench for an hour, he cried streams of tears down his muzzle, feeling lonelier then he ever had before. What turned out to be a promising love was corrupted by the hard-on of a hard headed horse. Why didn't he stop him from leaving? Why was he so willing to fuck that equine? Why can't he just be happy? Why, such a simple question, created from not so simple complex problems. He puts his paws to his face and began to cry, streams of tears riding down his muzzle. "(Bleep), I'm sorry. I, I haven't been honest with you." A familiar voice whispered into his ear from behind. "James? James, just go away. I know you like that equine better. My cock is small and can't fill your tail hole like he can-" James put a paw over his muzzle to silence him. The jackal turned his head to look at the tiger. He was dressed in a black overcoat, with a black fedora over his head, making his face shadowed and mysterious. Under his arm he held a folder, marked, well he couldn't read the name, it was blurry. "Here, let me show you something. Can you read this; he pointed to the folder's label." "No it's smudged and blurry." The jackal said squinting at it to try and make it clearer. "Sort of looks like s-s- I don't know." "I can read it just fine, it's says (bleep)." The tiger said, putting his paw into his pocket, gripping on to something. "Bleep, that's my name! Why is it all blurry though?" "No your name is (bleep). The tiger said, a bit of a frown on his face. "Yes, bleep, it is bleep. Kind of weird I must admit. What are you trying to get at?" The jackal smiled, James was showing an interest in him again, maybe all wasn't lost. The tiger sighed before sitting beside the jackal on the bench, "Let me show you something." He pulled out a black and white photo that looked through his window; it showed him on the computer playing a game, most likely Sphinx Cell. "That's me playing Sphinx Cell. Why?" The jackal looked at him, his eyes were sorrowful, and his pocketed hand was gripping on whatever it was even tighter. The tiger then showed the next picture, it was a different angle so you could see the screen. It just showed his computer background, not the game. "Maybe I'm not playing it." The jackal face went white through his tan fur. But, his position showed he was in his gaming mode. The relaxed, back bent, one arm on the keyboard the other on the mouse position, never lies. "You look like your gaming to me." The tiger said, his voice becoming weak. What was going on? What was he holding in his pocket? "What's going on here?" The jackal said, confused and nervous at the same time. "Doesn't it seem odd that you can't even see your own name, that you can't even hear your own name, that you play games without loading a game at all?" "I can hear my own name, its beep." "Oh really, who's name is beep? How is it that when people move their lips to say your name, and all that comes out is beep? Is that not odd?" The tiger face was getting tense. James was starting to act a little scary. "Well it's a little odd. What are you trying to get at?" The tiger then took another picture out and showed it to the jackal. It was him, only, not him; he was muscular, and dressed in a black tight suit, holding a pair of goggles in one hand, and a pistol in the other. The suit, the equipment, he looked just like, Sphinx Cell. "Is that me?" The jackal questioned, his mouth open in awe. "Yes, do you remember now?" "Remember what?" The jackal looked at him oddly. "Your name, King Fisher." The tiger's voice was not dropped out by a beep and the writing on the folder read, K. Fisher. This, this was equally amazing as it was impossible. "Your name is King Fisher. You are a government agent, used for stealth, sabotage, and bringing down terrorist organizations. You are trained in all the deadly arts known to man. You are the world's protector, and the most dangerous person to any terrorists out there. I am James Crook, codename: Tech-Tiger. I am responsible for two thousands bank accounts cleared by system hacking. You are my enemy. My partner, he is Tony Spade, codename: Electric Equine, My partner in bed, and on the field. He is responsible for the failure in 200 planes worldwide, causing them to crash in oceans, mountains; you name it, with his program, "Bermuda Triangle." We are the world's deadliest hackers known to ma, although I myself have never physically killed anyone. "That's impossible." The jackal said, now realizing James was holding a gun in his pocket. "No it is possible, this is reality. Now for the fun part, a few years ago you have been assigned to the mission of a life time. Track down and kill codename: Captain Anubis. However, Captain Anubis became aware of your newest mission and started to become scared. That's when he hired the Tech-Tiger and Electric Equine to come in and mess your briefing up, sending you to a trap in Egypt. Like a fly to a spider web you fell for the trap. We outsmarted you, no offense, but there was no way you would have been able to escape our trap. It was pure genius." "I guess I wasn't that good." King Fisher laughed. "Anyways, after we caught you my first idea was to remove your night vision goggles to see your face. You know, de-mask the hero before shooting him in the face, much more dramatic. Anyways, when I lifted your night vision goggle mask off I saw you. K. Fisher, my old high school buddy. Someone I loved since that day when we first met. My pistol hand got weak and I couldn't shoot you. Electric Equine was very understanding and so through years of modification therapy, we killed King Fisher and brought "beep" out to take his place. Then we starved you, got rid of your physique, and gave you an apartment to restart you life. We had sparred you, and turned your life around for the better. Then, one day, I was walking by and I came to look through your window. I saw that you were playing a game. The window was wide open, and you were yelling, "Come on King Fisher, just plant the bomb and let's get out of here." My heart went cold. You still remembered! Somehow you still remembered, and you were imputing your memories into a fake computer game. Making you think you were playing a game, when really, you were re-thinking about your past missions. In the deep sub conscious of your mind, you were still King Fisher. Knowing this, there was only one choice; we had to exterminate you before you clicked back into "hero" mode." "So, you're here to kill me then?" "Let me finish my story. Well your story. So we came up with an elaborate plan. What would any brain-erased computer geek want in the whole world? His own robot slave. I was going to work as your slave and then when you fell asleep, I would shoot a bullet into your head. But when I saw you, and your computer background, I fell in love with you again. And so I become a male pleasure robot. I told Electric Equine I was unable to do it, so he said to me that he had another plan. All three of us would have a threesome, you would fall asleep from exhaustion and he would kill you in your sleep. Well, I fucked up again, I still liked you, and so instead of spurting when you did, I kept going, trying to offend you enough to make you leave the room. And you did, once again, I had failed, and you remained alive." "And now it's time for me to finally die?" King Fisher lowered his head, and stood up, as Tech Tiger brought out his pistol. The metal flashed in the setting sun as King Fisher cried tears and Tech Tiger slowly began to squeeze the trigger. BANG! A stream of blood shot up from the Jackal's head and he fell to the ground. Oddly enough the exit wound came from the front of his head, not the back. Electric Equine stood in the distance, smoke hovering off his pistol barrel. "I was going to do it Electric Equine." The tiger said. "No, your emotions are too weak. You would've never killed him. You are not a killer, and as a partner in crime, I need a killer." Electric Equine raised his gun and pointed it at Tech Tiger. The barrel steady and aiming in-between his eyes, Tech-tiger's eyes widened in fear. "I'm sorry, I loved you, but you loved this fool. And for that my blood boils hard. You should have killed him. He is your enemy, not your love. He would have killed you!" "No! That is-" BANG! The bullet landed square between the eyes, James' last vision was that of a stream of blood flying infront of his face. He fell onto his knees and his body fell to the side falling on the chest of the jackal. Electric Equine looked at the two corpses, sharing blood in violent pool of red. He cleaned off his gun and through it into the lake, walking away into the darkness of the night sky. What the Equine failed to notice however, was that the tiger was still breathing.

• * * Author's Notes: Alright, I know I told you I was going to write a hetero story, but as I was writing it I started to loose interest. The story just wasn't going anywhere. So I'd though I'd write the sequel to Tech Tiger with a longer sex scene, and a crazier plot twist. I hope you enjoyed it. I enjoyed writing about the twist more then the sex. Wierd eh. So next up, I have three ideas for a story. One is the continuation of this story (as I left off with a cliffhanger) and the other one is in a Distopian society where the government is trying to rid their world of Homosexuality (expect another plot twist). and the last is a piratey styled story from an idea I had a long time ago. So tell me, are you sick of the Tech Tiger, Electric Equine, and King Fisher, or do you want me to even write a prequel? Either way, I will end up writing all three (it's just a matter of which one to do next) just the next story in the series is lacking depth so far, as I plan it out in my mind. With a good, slow day at work however, I should be able to come up with how Tech Tiger avenges his fallen lover. Or I could just watch the Kill Bill movies. So what do you guys want? 1) The sequel (spaghetti western syle) 2) The prequel (More love, mush mush, the start of James and King's Highschool relationship) 3) A piratey story (Pirates) 4) Distopian society (Think 1984 haha)