FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Welcome to Build-a-Dad! How can I help you today?" A gecko in a bright purple uniform greeted Gaige, blinking bright, calculating eyes and swiping his tongue over his face. "Would you like to hear about our specials, or do you already have a model in mind for your companion? I've heard incredible things about-"

Gaige held out one hand, stopping the gecko's spiel mid-word before he could try to upsell him. "I already know what I want. Do you run the less wholesome side of the shop alongside the family-friendly part?" At the gecko's blank look, Gaige held out one scaled paw, pantomiming a handjob after looking around for a moment.

"Oooh. Why yes, sir, we provide that sort of service. I take it you're looking for long-term companionship? You don't seem the type to come and go, as it were." Stepping out from behind the counter, the gecko placed an arm around Gaige's shoulders, his customer service smile replaced with a knowing grin. With purposeful steps, he led the dragon toward the back of the store, thumb pressing against a futuristic-looking panel.

"I guess you could say that." Gaige shifted uncomfortably in the gecko's grip. Honestly, he was looking for something more in-depth than simple companionship. It was hard to admit that he wanted sex with someone guaranteed to be related to him and who wouldn't judge him or balk at the opportunity. Roleplay with older dragons worked for a while, but the desire only grew until his body demanded the real thing. Fucked up as it was, he needed a Daddy, not a father figure.

"Hey man, I don't judge. We get all kinds here. Sometimes they want to bring back someone they lost, someone to tell them they're proud of them, or even guys looking for an older man to teach them how to love. As long as you can afford to pay, it's no skin off my back." Ushering Gaige through a futuristic set of doors, the gecko stuck his tongue out at the dragon and waved. "There's a screen inside. Follow the instructions, and you'll receive the man of your dreams. Feel free to test him before you pay, but any damage means he's yours, satisfied or not."

With that disclaimer, the gecko disappeared into the shop, letting the door slide shut. Gaige took a moment to gather his wits, staring around him at the polished metal that reflected his dark green scales and yellow eyes. With a shrug, he stepped out of his clothes, revealing his average build and sighing as his half-awake cock flopped free from his pants.

Shaking off the desire to play with his growing stiffness, Gaige stepped in front of the wall-length screen and pressed the glowing green button labeled "start." The screen lit up immediately, flashing the "Build-a-Dad" logo, followed by a stock image of an older man hugging a smiling family.

"Hello, Customer. Welcome to Build-a-Dad! Would you like to create a dad from your DNA, or would you like to create a dad from a template?" A plethora of options appeared across the screen as a friendly female voice spoke.

Gaige pressed the "DNA" option without hesitation, holding out his hand as a needle appeared from the wall and extracted a vial of blood. A chime sounded as a spritz of something that stung his finger appeared from the needle's compartment and the cheery voice echoed once more. "Excellent choice. Please wait while we create your very own Build-A-Dad! Don't worry. You'll be able to adjust parameters and customize your purchase soon!"

Slowly, a masculine form took shape on the screen, with a darker color than Gaige's scales and a stockier build. A blur covered the figure's nipples, crotch, and the space between his legs leading to the underside of his tail while the screen printed a warning.

[Please press here to customize intimate details. Beware, no children are allowed past this point. Please confirm your age.]

Following the warning, a drop-down menu asked for Gaige's age. As he keyed in his birthday, confirming he was in his twenties, the blur disappeared from the image, revealing a flaccid cock and two egg-sized balls along with several sliders attached to the size, shape, and color of the figure's intimate parts.

Reaching out, Gaige maximized the penis size slider, followed by the testicle size and pectoral size sliders. His heart skipped a beat as he looked over the man's mouthwateringly thick cock, but Gaige made a few minor adjustments to other parts of him, adding a layer of padding over muscular abs and extra girth to the man's rear. Finally, a tall, handsome dragon stared back at him, with bulging biceps and a huggably soft belly. A perfect dad, if he said so himself.

Next, the menu changed to include personality traits. Gaige barely hesitated, adding "Understanding," "Cuddly," "Healthy Sense of Humor," and "Masculine." With his selections made, all there was left was to input the man's sexual orientation (Homosexual, of course) and age (thirty-seven,) and Gaige's job was over.

Whirring mechanical noises filled the room when the dragon pressed the confirm button. The screen disappeared, replaced by a loading bar that slowly swept from left to right. Once it reached 100%, another chime echoed through the room, and the cheery voice spoke. "Thank you for choosing Build-A-Dad! We hope your new family member is everything you hoped he would be. Please take all the time you need to grow acquainted!"

With that, the wall opened, and a massive set of mechanical hands appeared, bearing the hunk Gaige created. Setting the figure carefully in front of the excited dragon, accompanied by a package filled with unknown clothing, the claws disappeared into the wall. At the same time, a receipt was printed out of the ceiling, fluttering down to rest on the packaged clothes.

Within seconds of his appearance, the nude man's eyes fluttered open, glancing around him curiously and settling on Gaige. With a scratch at his belly, he walked forward, cock swinging below him and tail curiously swaying. "Hello there. Excuse me, young man? Do you happen to know where I am? I can't seem to remember anything."

Speechless in the face of a long-held desire, Gaige reached out to touch the man's chest, hefting meaty pecs and swallowing a mouthful of drool. "You don't recognize me, Daddy?" He started, savoring the word as much as his fingers savored the juicy flesh beneath his fingertips. "We snuck away so we could have some time alone together."

"Did we? Is that why I'm naked?" Uncertainty bloomed across the newly created man's face, but he leaned into the touch, his cock twitching with growing hardness and his nipples pebbling to points. "Wait. Did you call me Daddy?" Taking a step back, he tripped over the bundle of clothing, falling back on his rear and spreading his legs in the process, his half-hard cock flopping against his soft belly.

"That's right. You're my father, Frank Ferrero." Licking his lips, Gaige tossed his shirt to the side and followed the bewildered older man to the floor, nuzzling into that perfectly plump cock and dragging his tongue along the girthy underbelly. His scent was disappointingly clean, without the musk of Gaige's fantasies, but the pulsating heat was more than he could ask for, growing harder with each movement of his tongue. Peeling back the foreskin with one hand, he nuzzled against the head, pressing gentle kisses to sensitive flesh.

"I didn't take advantage of you, did I?" Frank bit his lower lip as he watched Gaige's tender oral ministrations, his clawed toes curling on either side of the intently licking younger dragon. Lust seemed to awaken behind his eyes, growing stronger with every stroke, and he shuddered with apparent arousal.

Drawing upon one of his favorite roleplay scenarios, the cock-drunk dragon massaged Frank's fat balls, flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh below his foreskin as he launched into an explanation. "Don't you remember? I snuck into your bedroom, buzzed from a six-pack of beer, and you were asleep in the nude." Staring up at the dragon's eyes, the same color as his, a light blue-green, he rubbed his face over the man's cock, tapping the now drooling tip against his lips. "We kissed for so long that you couldn't resist grinding your cock against mine. I've been yours ever since."

"M-Mine?" Thrusting his hips forward to smear his cock across Gaige's willing lips, Frank seemed torn between the taboo of fucking his 'son' and the feelings in his cock. Tentatively, he reached out, settling his paws on Gaige's horns and running the pads of his fingers over soft scales. A little more encouragement and he'd be Gaige's. The young dragon was sure of it.

Opening his maw and drawing the girthy meat into his throat, Gaige slid as far as he could go, nuzzling his nose against the smooth base of Frank's shaft. Where others would have gagged, the well-trained dragon swallowed, breathing through his nose and lashing the pulsing underside of the older dragon's cock, his tongue flitting from side to side. Cradling the heavy balls below the older dragon's massive sausage, he stared at the man with pleading eyes, begging to be shown his place as the man's cocksleeve.

As if hypnotized by Gaige's prowess, Grank let out an involuntary growl, taking over with a slow withdrawal culminating in a deep thrust. Uncertainty faded into pure lust as he picked up the pace, his claws digging into emerald scales. Wet plapping thrusts bounced his balls off of the younger man's chin, dragging thick strings of drool from his throat with every punishing thrust.

Eagerly moaning with every thrust into his throat, Gaige let himself go, rubbing his erection through his pants and shoving his face into every punishing thrust. Years of fawning over older men worked in his favor, softening his maw to take every bit of the massive shaft. Years of yearning poured itself into every suck, and when he felt the telltale pulse of the older man's orgasm, he mashed his face against the dragon's groin, begging wordlessly for a stomach full of dragon batter.

Sanctifying their incestuous relationship with the first squirt of musky cream, the older dragon moaned aloud, holding Gaige in place as his cock heaved with volley after volley. His tongue slipped out in a wordless pant once the last drops drained from those churning balls, his paws releasing their iron grip to roll over Gaige's cheeks in a gentle caress. "I think I'm starting to remember. You're mine." He murmured, shuddering as he withdrew his shaft from Gaige's maw.

Despite his still angrily throbbing cock and full balls, Gaige wrapped himself around the newly created dragon, nuzzling between big pecs. "See? I told you. You're my Daddy, and I'm your slutty little hatchling." Sighing happily, he licked his lips of leftover cream, riding the high of fulfilling his fondest wish.

"So, uh. We don't want to get caught in here, do we? Shouldn't we go home before someone checks on us?" Frank returned the younger dragon's shirtless embrace, looking around until his eyes settled on the package of clothing. Thankfully ignoring the receipt on top of it, he tore into the vacuum-sealed parcel and clothed himself in the light grey sweatsuit.

"Oh, right. Yeah. We should." Adjusting his painfully hard cock, Gaige played along, snatching the receipt off the floor and gathering his shirt from the side. His heart pounded in his chest, and he was sure he would wake up any moment, alone in his king-size bed with nothing but an empty house to greet him. Wouldn't that be a kick in the ass?

Sneaking off to pay the smirking gecko without Frank noticing, Gaige took the older dragon's hand in his own and led him outside to his car, shaking with excitement as it became clear that Frank was, in fact, there and not a loneliness-based hallucination. It took all of his self-control to keep his pants on and prevent himself from sitting on the older dragon's fat pole, but he ground his teeth, beginning the short drive home.

"So, do we live somewhere nice?" Frank asked, watching with interest as the scenery rolled by his window. His pants left nothing to the imagination, accentuating his bulge and drawing Gaige's attention at every adjustment of the massive, softened shaft. Handsome and curious, his face held a sense of wonder that could only exist on someone entirely new to the world.

It's a new place. Your room burned in our old home, and I couldn't save most of your stuff." Gaige lied, using the story he rehearsed in his head. In reality, he bought the place with his inheritance from his (awful) family weeks ago, but Frank didn't need to know that. For all purposes, he was Gaige's doting father now. "We were going to go shopping to replace your wardrobe today, but we got sidetracked, and you hit your head when we were fooling around. I had to buy you those clothes because the others got shredded by your fall."

"Oh. That's sad. I guess losing my memory isn't that bad. I can reinvent myself!" Taking Gaige's story in stride, the older dragon sighed, scratching at his chest. "Anything's better than these clothes. I didn't know 'itchy fabric' was something you could opt into with clothes. I wonder if I have a favorite color."

"Well, we're here!" Gaige interrupted the daydreaming older dragon, pulling into their driveway and rushing from the parked car to help Frank from his seat. Acting as if the man hit his head, he held his hand, barely containing his desire to grope Frank's softer parts. A few more steps, then he could seduce his 'Daddy' as often as he liked.

"Holy hell, we must be rich!" Frank exclaimed as they stepped into the house, taking in the roomy foyer and peeking around the corner to the kitchen, then the living room (complete with a massive couch and a widescreen tv guaranteed to capture any middle-aged man's heart). The exercise room (admittedly something Gaige had little experience with but always fantasized about.) followed, then their bedroom, which Frank padded into, throwing himself onto the once far too big bed.

Peeling himself out of his jeans with a relieved wince, Gaige let his arousal-coated manhood breathe, pulsing angrily in the cooling air. His shirt followed as he joined the older dragon on the bed, crawling next to him. Gaige suddenly felt shy, but his body couldn't lie. He craved more of the older dragon's touch.

"You know, I think I forgot to thank you for getting me home safe." Frank made the first move, tossing his itchy clothes to the side and sighing happily as he once again bared his perfectly designed body. Trailing curious fingers over Gaige's stomach, he nearly reached his cock before he recoiled his paw as if burnt. "Oh, shit. I'm a terrible father. I even forgot your name." He mumbled, returning his digits to Gaige's crotch and trailing fingers over his manhood before taking hold of the slippery length with a slow stroke.

"Gaige. But you never call me that anymore." Gasping with surprise, Gaige gratefully thrust against Frank's stroking grip, reveling in the feeling of such a tender touch. "I like it when you call me slut, baby boy, or son. Pet names, and such." Pushing the narrative he was trying to build, Gaige slipped in a little kink, hoping it would catch on.

"Hmm. Daddy's little slut, huh? It has a nice ring to it." Crawling over Gaige, Frank spread his legs, bringing his dick to bear on Gaige's loose, often fucked hole. "I guess that means you like to bottom for me? Do we usually use lube? I don't want to hurt you."

"N-No, you shove in and take me whenever you want." Grinding against Frank's cock, the younger dragon tried to force the dick into himself, spreading his legs wide and gripping his knees. He wanted nothing more than to be bred by his flesh and blood, and he'd never been stiffer in his life, shaking with untamed need.

"Oh yeah? We must fuck constantly." Surging forward, Frank popped his drooling head into Gaige's hole, lubed only by a slow trickle of arousal. With aching slowness, he tested Gaige's depths, growing more confident as the younger dragon swallowed inch after inch into clutching, slowly relaxing depths. The final few inches rammed home, sheathing his manhood fully within the younger dragon as he leaned heavily against Gaige's upturned ass, staring at the lewd bulge in Gaige's stomach where his cockhead bounced eagerly.

Holding back a flood of emotion, Gaige threw his arms around the slow rutting dragon, a lifetime of longing pouring itself into his eager clenches and groaning encouragement. Unintentional thrusts against his prostate brought him closer to the edge with every push, and the world melted away, replaced by the need to be filled with his Daddy's love. Thankfully, it seemed as though it wouldn't be much longer if the mess dripping out onto the base of his tail heralded Frank's orgasm, squishing sloppy arousal from his clenching hole with every hard push.

Driving home with a panting moan, Frank released a flood of cum into the needy hole spasming around him, his thrusts growing audibly sloppy. Muffled against Gaige's neck, his incoherent words faded as he bit down on the younger dragon's shoulder, the points of his teeth careful not to penetrate through soft scales. All the while, he rammed himself deep, thrusting through his orgasm with wild abandon.

Sandwiched between their rolling stomaches, Gaige's cock blasted its approval when the older man bit down, coating their bare chests in streaks of gooey satisfaction. Coiled muscles went limp with the release, loosely hugging the still humping dragon closer as, for the first time in his life, Gaige felt complete. He wasn't naive, of course. The younger dragon knew Frank would have to know about his true origin sooner or later. In the meantime, however, he planned to milk Frank's trusting nature for everything he could. Surely he wouldn't be mad if he had an eager rear to pour his feelings into or an eager mouth to fuck?