FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The dance was over, but the night goes on with other dancers making their way to the stage and strutting their stuff, but Brianna and Michelle aren’t there to see them. The deer sisters have left, heading backstage, sneaking peeks around corners as they move through the halls, hearts thumping and minds racing.

They say nothing to one another. The risk of being caught is too great, but they continue to sneak, passing through many closed doors marked with names. Brianna holds a hand out, stopping Michelle and then pointing—one door ahead of them is open, and on the door is the name “Andi.”

“Think that’s him?” asks Brianna, finally breaking the silence.

“His name’s Otterbun, right?” frowns Michelle.

Narrowing her gaze, the older, bolder sibling nods. “Yeah. We just gotta be quiet.” She holds her breath and tiptoes carefully, cursing the clickiness of her hooves as she bites her lip, planting her feet, and then scootching past the aperture.

Once past it, she sighs, wiping her forehead, and then waves to her sister. Michelle nods and follows her sister’s lead, though when she plants her foot, she loses her balance, flailing about, grabbing the door and falling forward, and slamming the thing shut.

The girls freeze, their eyes wide, their ears perked up. For a second or two, the thumping of the music outside is the only sound, but soon, the door handle jiggles. Michelle holds tight to the door, pushing against it, looking at her sister.

Brianna shrugs and shakes her head. “Just let it go, sis. We’re done.”

Michelle does so, and the door opens quickly, pushing her to stumble back against the wall, giving her a full view of the person on the other side.

The otter they knew as Otterbun stands on the other side of the door, holding the handle in one dainty hand. He watches Michelle with a blinking gaze, tilting his head and frowning slightly. “Are… you okay?”

Neither Michelle nor Brianna answer at first. This is because the two are busy drinking in sight of the otter boy in front of them. He’s half-dressed; perhaps the better description is that he’s only dressed in undergarments. Over his shoulders, he wears a nearly transparent robe that might as well have been tissue paper. He covers his chest with a loose top, spaghetti straps, and cloth hanging loosely just under his chest. This allows the inward curve of his tummy and that little swirl of his navel to be fully in view. The undergarments he wears are more like soft silky panties than anything a manly man would wear, and he has only just a bit of thigh to show off between it and his long socks.

After the confusion, Brianna steps up, getting in between the Otter and Michelle. “Hey there, Otterbun, right? Great performance and stuff. I’m Brianna, but you wanted to see my sister, right?” She slips aside, motioning with a theatrical flourish. “Well, here she is, the birthday girl, Michelle!”

Michelle’s face burns in embarrassment, and she gulps. “H..h…how do you d..d.d…o, muh-mister Otterbun?”

The otter smirks, running a hand through his wavy hair. “Please, that’s just the stage name I take when I do that routine. Call me ‘Andi.” He steps aside and nods to each of them in turn. “Michelle, Brianna, feel free to come in. I have some water in here if you need a drink.” He says, turning and stepping in, his sway shaking his butt as he moves inside the room.

Brianna nudges Michelle on the side and winks, following the otter with a skipping step. Michelle follows slowly, rubbing her arm and taking a deep breath. What she sees inside isn’t so much a dressing room as a studio apartment, with a bed, a couch, and a dressing station. “You… live here?” she asks, frowning.

Andi shrugs, pulling out some water bottles from the refrigerator. He hands two to Brianna and presses a third to his cheek. “Yeah, the life of a dancer is only as glamorous as you make it, but it allows me to save up for a bigger place soon.”

Michelle accepts the drink from her sister and looks around the place. Her gaze stops at a poster showing off some impressive art of mountains with skeletons climbing up the slopes and lightning in the sky.

“Music fan too? Needed to indulge a little bit,” Andi says, taking a swig of his drink.

“Huh, uh, no, sorry. I didn’t even know this was music…” she trails off, licking her lips, but finally speaks up with a soft voice. “Why are we in here?”

Andi smirks at her, steps back, and hops onto the bed. He crosses one leg over the other and places the drink down on the bedstand. “Oh, that’s simple—the two of you looked so good together that I thought I’d shoot my shot.”

“Your…” Michelle trails off, squeezing her bottle slightly. “I don’t think I understand.

Brianna taps her toes, biting her lip. Andi glances at her with a soft smirk, and then he turns back to Michelle. “Oh, well, birthday girl, I saw how much you enjoyed my performance tonight. I thought I’d invite you back here where things would be nice and private and, you know.” He uncrosses his leg and then crosses the other. Damn those panties of his are so tight. How did she not notice it before? “Bang.”

Michelle’s water bottle splurts as she squeezes it so hard it pops, sending water spilling over her dress and the floor. “Oh-h aah what? That’s aah!”

“Need to clean up?” He asks, nodding to the side. “There’s a shared bathroom down the hall. I can wait for ya.

“Excuse me, Mister!” Brianna says, stepping up before her sister and narrowing her gaze. “You’re gonna offer your body to your sister and not to me? Is there something wrong with me?”

“Nothing at all,” he says, looking up to her, lifting a foot and placing it upon her thigh. “In fact, we can fuck right now if you want.”

Brianna stares at the femboy, her heart beating a mile a minute. “You-you’re serious?”

“I might be,” Andi says, tittering and tilting his head. He pulls his foot down Brianna’s side before casually pulling it away. He pushes himself up, approaching her, draping his arms over her shoulders. “After all, I took this job because I’m a horny boy, and I can sense horny girls who are more than willing to do more than what the club usually allows.”