FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The ability to choose one's prey is a quality of any great predator. A target may appear weak and easy to devour but would have little payoff for the predator. Wasted time and more importantly, wasted energy. A larger, more difficult target would contain bountiful nutrients and add plenty of padding, but could result in the hunter becoming the hunted. In the wilds of the Hisui region, maintaining an equilibrium of challenge and bounty is paramount to survival. When winter arrives, it turns to extremes, and in a climate of extremes, only the tough and smart will survive.

This idea of 'survival of the fittest' had impacted the Zorua and Zoroark species for decades. The easily noticed silhouettes of black and red were effortlessly picked off by those who made their home in the environment. Glaceon, Froslass, Weavile, and Abamasnow, ruled over the snow-covered arenas that the imported Unovan foxes called home. If other Pokémon didn't snatch the warm fluffy treats, the cold and starvation surely would. Yet, as always, life found a way.

Unfortunately for those that would prey on these Pokémon, times had changed, and hunter had become hunted. No longer did they appear like their Unovan counterparts, developing to the harsh environment around them. The coat of fur, closely resembling long human hair, previously neatly tied into a ponytail, had come loose, developing a massive head of hair flowing with the breeze of the air, dyed white and faded into red at the tips. This Hisuian Zoroark was able to conceal itself under snow, an almost perfect camouflage; a reason why the species was popular with a lot of trainers, and even criminals in Hisui. It was able to assimilate itself into the icy hellscapes, similar to how its Unovan counterpart was able to assimilate into human society with almost no distinction. Although in the wild, such a factor meant nothing to survival. Their bodies were covered in large red tufts of fur protruding from the arms and legs. The fluff on their upper torso was dyed white at the tip and darkened into a raging red. Complete with ghoulish yellow eyes, the iris tinted a soul-piercing red, these raging spirits descended upon Hisui, hunting, devouring, surviving, thriving, and reproducing, though still a rare sight to behold.

One of these spirits was searching for the Pokémon who bested him in battle. His quarry was a Glaceon of fairly average size, yet thickly padded from all the prey she'd conquered throughout her life. Her plump rear swayed and bounced rhythmically as she made her way through the forest, leaving a soft trail of pawprints in the snow. Flanking each print was a larger, fresher print, laid by a Zoroark. His eyes focused on tracing the prints to his target. Like many other survivors, his pride and joy jiggled and swayed in his stride, occasionally emitting a loving clap as both cheeks collided. Sure, its size and noise caused inconvenience during a hunt, but also had its positives. A predator's second greatest tool in their arsenal was intimidation. The allure of a new, warm, squishy home on his ass would entice the weak and would-be tough guys to take a trip through his winding tubes, to an acidic hibernation chamber in which those who heeded the call of comfort would be transferred to his behemoth glutes. Whether they willingly became one with his rump, or were simply conquered by a superior predator, they would become padding on his soft, white butt all the same.

The forest thickened with its armies of trees all standing to attention, branches holding colossal amounts of snow. His booty got caught between two trees, forcing him to pull himself free with a massive HEAVE, the magnitude of his force dropping a branch full of snow from both trees, landing on his ears and snout. With an audible grunt and shake of the head, he dispersed large clumps onto the ground, covering his quarry's immediate tracks, which his attention reaffixed into following. The trail appeared more fresh as he continued. Soon, he'd finally get back at her. Finally, he'd take back what was his.

Straight ahead, a large, peachy, icy blue rump faced in his direction, its Glaceon master foraging around in the snow beneath the trees which had borne their fruits months ago. It seemed like a waste of time for the pampered pred. Studying her urgency and recklessness in her search revealed a major key...

Grrrrrrrn! Glug!

The eruptions of hunger bellowed from within her, resonating throughout the forest, bouncing off each tree, blowing by the ears of the Zoroark hunter. A jolt shot through his own stomach region, a common feeling, but one that had to be sated soon, or else...

Time was ticking, his belly begging him to just lunge from the cover of the trees and submerge that Glaceon in his ocean of assfat, and sate himself for the day. His eyes glowed, staring directly at the ice-type canine, and the wind began to blow from behind his hair...

Fwooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh!

An enormous gust of wind blasted into the Glaceon, chunks of snow slamming against her body in a constant assault, each bullet of snow whittling her durability. The hurricane-like wind dragged her down onto her back, her eyes tightly sealed, unable to see the hulking Zoroark towering over her defeated body. Although that was only what she witnessed.

The truth was divergent to what she felt, what she saw, what forced her onto her rear. A mere illusion. Rising up into a sitting position, she felt two ginormous orbs of mass pressing on each side of her head. They squeezed together, a bizarre warmth shooting throughout her body, relaxing the muscles and soothing her mind. Suddenly, her head discovered itself pressed into a small hole, as large as her nose, slowly entering inside, the sheer force of whatever was pulling her in was managing to drag her entire body towards it! The Zoroark's spongy buttocks secured the entirety of her head, slamming together to keep it restrained. Behind her head, she felt a soft hand glide through her fur before a second, which applied a firm force, pushing her further inside. Her head quickly entered a warm, fleshy interior, at the entrance of a journey through the Zoroark's gastric and winding intestinal system. She allowed more and more of herself to enter, unable to process the blazing speed at which her body was being incorporated into a stronger, agile, and more durable organism. Such is the cycle of life.

The Zoroark paused briefly, exhaling a powerful moan as he straightened his body, preparing to allow the primary bulk of his icy prey to enter his body. There was one massive, squishy obstacle in the way. That ass. That one feature that was so sought out by many predators like himself. Such a gorgeous addition would be perfect for his already well-pampered rump. It seemed, however, his thoughts of envy were giving his prey a chance to escape! She was already beginning to squirm with every bit of energy she had remaining in her tattered body. It tickled, while being simultaneously gratifying to the core. A complete role reversal. It was time to end his previous executioner once and for all, with one giant...

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

Without warning, the Zoroark descended, colliding with the floor in a mere matter of seconds, leaving a massive ass imprint into the snow, sending the previously unmolested snow scattering out in a massive quake. His prey skyrocketed up his ass, shooting up and being safely deposited inside his stomach. The sudden race of matter through the lower half of his torso erupted in pleasured howls resonating throughout the mahogany forest. His stomach expanded rapidly, accommodating the mass of the Glaceon sliding inside. The Zoroark dragged himself to the nearest tree, leaving a massive peach-shaped indent where his body sat. He felt slight struggles and pawprints pushing out from his smooth, round belly. However, the Glaceon lacked a strong will to resist her fate,, the desperate paw or face prints quickly melting back into his figure. The Zoroark's eyes slowly, peacefully, happily came to a close.

...

A flake of snow that landed on his nose and melted into water, like a quick, cold shot, brought the Zoroark awake from his slumber. Exposed to the morning snowfall, he quickly rose from his cushioned rest, looking down to examine his improved 'assets'. The most important of them all, his booty, had grown twofold! His massive slabs of assfat jutted back what seemed to be almost a meter! Only a small tuft of fur from his rear saw the light of day, sheepishly peering over the horizon. The circumference of his ass extended even further past his legs, only lessening whenever he took a step, where both monstrous orbs of meat would collide with a thunderous CLAP!!! His ass descended down to the behinds of his knees, the claws that extruded from the bottom of his legs were even in danger of piercing the precious plush posterior. It was the most magnificent mark of a predator he had ever seen. If those lower on the food chain cowered whenever they heard the hungry slams of his booty, what would they think of this enhanced ass?! Only time would tell...

As he walked away to continue his career as a decorated predator, he felt something between his legs drag through the snow with titanic force. It appeared his meal had decided to deposit onto his snowy white balls as well; the massive cum drums dragged heavily, filled to the gunnels with semen. Sure, it was admirable, but it seemed to be more of a hindrance than a useful asset. He was forced to widen his stance, his juicy thighs barely accommodating the new junk. He might need to dispose of that before he continues...

The Zoroark stared at his new gains, a sigh of delight exited his jaws. What an outstanding result!

It appeared that revenge was a dish best served cold...