FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Up next, item number 158." The auctioneer called out, silencing the crowd as he beckoned you out onto the stage with his finger.

Hesitantly, you obeyed, your hooves clopping against the wood floor as you took center stage and squinted out into the bright lights. You were thankful you couldn't make out the faces of the people out in the crowd who were about to bid on you.

"Item 158 is a male sheep, trained to serve respectably as a domestic servant, an assistant or secretary, and of course, as a sexual plaything." The auctioneer rattled off.

You couldn't stop yourself from trembling a little. You knew he wasn't lying - you HAD been trained. You just... couldn't really remember any of it. It was a blur to you, an unknown amount of time spent practicing things and listening to commands fed directly to your ears through a pair of thick, heavy sound-cancelling ear buds.

You couldn't remember any specific commands or training, though. Definitely not anything to make you a qualified "sexual plaything."

"He has the basic trigger set as well as three different specialized sets that make him a flexible addition to any home or workplace." The auctioneer said, stepping towards you and placing a hand on your shoulder, though he never so much as glanced at you.

"The basic set, as you may already know, includes simple triggers like," he paused to look you in the eyes, ", sleep."

Your eyelids fluttered as you sank down. You felt heavy, complacent. Warm. Before you could attempt to understand this intense feeling of suggestibility and trance, you had something to do.

"Deep." You replied.

"To induce a trance, as well as his deepener," eye contact, ", deeper."

"Down." You replied instantly. You were completely gone. The bright lights of the stage and the auctioneer's face we the only things you could make out. You couldn't even hear words anymore, though you knew he was still talking. Talking about you.

He made eye contact again. You felt your heart flutter in anticipation, though your body felt numb and tingly.

"Attention." He said.

Your body went rigid. Your hands went to your sides, your hooves came together, and you looked straight ahead. The bright lights made your eyes water, but you couldn't think of any solution to that. You had to stare straight ahead. You had to.

You could still hear words being said. You knew they were words, but you couldn't understand any of them. Maybe you could if you wanted to, but you knew that if they were important, you'd understand them instantly. Automatically.

"Kneel.". You knew that one, you thought distantly as you instantly sank to you knees and hung you head low, drooling slightly onto your chest fluff.

Maybe you didn't know that one after all. You couldn't think of it anymore, even. It was as if, for an instant, you'd remembered something very important, and then forgotten it before you could do anything about it.

"Be good and say your item number." You heard from somewhere. You might have said it, even. It didn't matter who said it.

"158." You said instantly. The auctioneer was still talking. You wanted to know why, a little, but you also didn't really mind just kneeling here and feeling warm and fuzzy all over.

"Be good and give us a bleat." You heard.

"Baaaaaa." You let out, long and shameless. You thought you heard a rustling, like a door to a loud room being opened and shut, or an audience laughing at a joke.

"Wake up." The auctioneer said.

"Good morning." You replied, blinking in confusion. You were kneeling in front of the audience now. From this lower angle, you could make out the faces of wolves, horses, and dragons, all looking at you. Some were smirking at your visible confusion, others silently appraising you with neutral expressions, others licking their lips as if imagining what they'd do to you if they won.

"Bidding begins now."