FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Mia hummed to herself as she relaxed in the chair, gazing out the cockpit window as the stars blurred past. She didn't want to think of how this tiny ship could get to this sort of speed, but she was curious by nature. Obviously, it was impossible to exceed the speed of light. Equally obviously, to break that law of physics, a... 'bubble' of nothing had to be held around them. The creation of such a thing would take enormous amounts of power. As for maintaining it? Nearly impossible. Science aside, the sight of sparkling points of light running in from the extreme distance and out at the peripheral of the view provided by the cockpit window... It was beautiful. A timer alarm showed up on the top right, seemingly displayed on the glass-like metal. She grinned, standing. Time to wake him.

Turning her back on the spectacle the universe was giving, she walked into an area that seemed to emit darkness. She knew better though; it was a complicated technology; photons being absorbed one hundred percent by an artificial field that gave the very air the visual properties of a solid object. She felt the flooring change from smooth metal to soft fur. She smiled, fully loving the texture underneath her bare feet. While it may have been impractical, she enjoyed being completely naked. She listened for the sound of breathing, and found it relatively quickly. The source was also easy to find; a scaly body laid out on the floor. She giggled as she had a naughty idea of how to wake him.

Mia crouched down, feeling around with her left hand. She recognised Scarr's heavy calf muscles. Further to her right was his stomach. With her bearings obtained, she shuffled towards him, straddling his tail on her knees, facing where his torso was sure to be. She felt the delightfully rough scales as she slid her fingers across them sexually, drinking the texture like some dehydrated plant. She soon found her target; a slit, containing the long, thick lizard cock she now relied on for satisfaction. She pressed her nose to it, breathing in the unique musky smell of her reptilian lover. It was strong, indicating that he hadn't washed for weeks, if not longer. Far from putting her off, she became aroused, licking along the protective genital machination. The taste was harsh; bitter. She shivered, licking again and again. It was repulsive, but she loved it.

Before long, the slit began bulging, a low murr coming from somewhere just in front of her. She smirked. No doubt, he was enjoying it. With one more lick, the tip of her target peeked up into the air. She didn't let it cool, putting her mouth over the slit, sucking on the small portion of flesh available. The flavour of the lubricant covering his tool was sharply sweet; like citrus. More cock gradually emerged, and she serviced it, licking eagerly between sucks as it erected into her mouth. She was soon forced to back her head off to avoid choking, the length still increasing.

"Mmm... Mia...?"

She giggled, removing the cock from her mouth to speak "Yeah?"

"That's not a polite way to wake someone..."

"But it feels good, I bet..." She sucked the first bit of the tapered dick.

"Mmmm... you've got a point..." Mia grinned, swallowing as much as she could take. Scarr moaned, gently pushing her shoulders "I set that timer for a reason... It's very important..."

She sighed, sitting up "What is it?"

"A gravity well."

That got her immediate attention "In the middle of nowhere?" She felt him shift, and something hard poke at her little vagina "Mmm..." Before she could protest, if she had even wanted to, what she recognised as Scarr's tail forced it's way into her "Ooh! Yes..."

Scarr grinned lustily. In all truth, his computer could probably handle the jump on it's own. His tail left Mia's tight hole, making her moan. Grasping her shoulders, he pushed her onto her back with the simple expedient of leaping onto her. After a muffled thump as they both fell to the soft fur below them, she giggled "Rawr!"

"Ooohh, no, the monster's got me..."

Her legs closed in a mock attempt to resist. He chuckled, using his tail to force one to the side as his hips took care of the other. His cock intruded on her wet folds, but not quite entering her "Ready...?" He whispered in her ear. Even though they were playing around, he had to make sure... it would be hard to feel forgiven if he ever hurt her.

"Of course..."

"Here we go, Goddess..." He gave no more warning, knowing that she was sure. The air filled with a loud slushing noise as he pushed hard, sinking his entire cock into his human in an instant. She screamed, spasms rippling over his length inside her. He didn't need telling; she had just climaxed. His teeth pinched her ear softly as he pulled back fast. Then, more quickly than he had pulled, he pushed, sinking all the way back in. She was in heaven, her moans and cries spurring him to go faster, harder, deeper. He gave in, she knew what she wanted.

"OH, GOD, SCARR, DON'T STOP!!"

He felt her second climax as it went through her, and knew that he wouldn't last much longer. His hands found purchase on her waist as he picked up the pace beyond what a human could match. Her moans, which had become weaker recently, returned with greater vigour, her slight body shivering. Her arms gripped him "I'm almost... done..." He muttered, his breath heaving strongly.

"Cum in me..." She pleaded in a whisper.

He halted, feeling a familiar tension come over him. His mind went blank as he hilted himself, humping hard despite the lack of anything more to fill her with. His pleasure multiplied as his sticky seed flooded her womb. He kept humping, the sensations near to driving him insane. Eventually, his muscles stopped working, and he fell on top of her "Mia..."

"Scarr..." She groaned back, wiggling against him.

She hadn't climaxed yet. He bit her neck softly and pulled out almost all the way, then slammed forwards, lifting her ass off the floor. She inhaled, gripping him tightly as she went through her own end-of-sex bliss.

"Systems ready for jump." The computer announced.

Scarr chuckled, nuzzling Mia's cheek "Want to see something, Goddess...?"

"Mmm... yeah..." She giggled drowsily.

"Cancel blackout."

Mia was blinded by the light that she basked in as the 'blackout' field collapsed, it's generator shutting down. It took no more than a second for her eyes to adjust. Straight away, she was captivated by the view. The entire cabin was flooded with harsh light; a minute sun filling the cockpit window, it's corona of matter blazing in final glory as it fell inwards to a perfect sphere of pure darkness.

"Jump initiated; plotting course."

Her breath was lost as they entered the cloud of atomized mass, electromagnetic energy discharging around them as flashes of lightning. She knew that she should have been afraid, but it was hard to be so with Scarr's body intimately entwined with hers.

"Complete; jumping."

The dark core of the gravity sinkhole filled the view completely... and vanished, the stars javelins of light as they were left behind. Then, as fast as it had began, it was over. Mia blinked "What was that?"

"A successful jump of approximately four light-years."

"Stop bragging..." Scarr scolded his computer, grinning, sliding his scaled hands along her back.

"Mmm... are we there yet...?" She cooed, the sensation of scales on skin tantalizing...

"Unknown fighter, this space is under military protection; reply before we interpret your incursion as a hostile act." A voice blared from the communication channel.

"I'd take that as a yes." He laughed.

Scarr held Mia to his side; his arm and tail possessively wrapped around her slight body as they both walked through the dock's central trading section. With all the mingling scents in the massive space, it was a necessary precaution; to show that she was his. He glanced at her "A little overwhelmed?"

"Y-Yeah..." She was looking around, eyes wide. She clearly wasn't used to the sheer chaos of a commercial station, and that was a hugely diverse array of races.

He grinned, having sighed his target; a mechanic. He made his way there, his claws clacking on the metal floor; gridded for traction. The guy behind the heavy metal counter was similar to a rat; blue furred with a lashing red tail. He opened his short muzzle to speak, but stopped on seeing Mia. He grinned, and spoke in a vaguely norwegian accent "You two looking for something?"

Mia raises her eyebrows "Does everyone know English?"

"Pretty much, little human." He replied, smirking slightly at her.

"But how?" She looked up at Scarr.

"Internet." He laughed, dropping a hand to knead her rear, a claw tracing the dip between her cheeks teasingly.

"Mmm... How can that be possible? Earth is more than a light-year away, isn't it?"

"It's actually closer to three." His hand squeezed, and she leaned into him approvingly "There has been a cloaked satellite orbiting Earth for more than a decade and a half now."

"But... the distance... you would have to wait years for the signal to arrive..."

"Not with singularity technology." He glanced at the rodent "Do you mind if I explain it to her before we get to business?"

"No problem. It's time for a snack anyway." He replied.

"Okay..." Scarr resumed moulding Mia's ass, albeit slightly firmer.

"Mmmm... so how does it work?"

"It's simple really. A micro singularity is created by magnetic resonance, then used for both energy and FTL communications. Basically, it accelerates a signal up to eight hundred thousand times the speed of light, giving off thermal energy as it does." He looked down at her amazed expression. She obviously understood enough of general relativity to know how impossible that is, theoretically speaking "The signal is then relayed through a jump point just outside Sol, which goes directly to another relay station. From there, data is diverted to whichever location queried for the information in the first place."

"... and no one has noticed?"

"Nope. Fifteen years and more than a million terabytes of data. Totally unnoticed." He squeezed her rump harder. It felt so great under his fingers... he noticed her wince and reverted to a gentle rubbing "Sorry..."

"Nah, grope as much as you like." She poked her tongue at him "It's kinky."

"Hmmm, alright..." He squeezed hard again, grinning.

"Ooo... that's intense..."

"Ahem." The rat coughed.

"Yes?" Scarr said, his grin sticking.

"Not in public... the last time was great and all, but things tend to get broken."

"What are you talking about?" Mia quipped.

"He's talking about what happens when anyone enjoys sex in public." Scarr laughed "It tends to start off an orgy."

"Oooohh... in that case... lets fuck!"

Not long ago, in a galaxy surprisingly nearby, there was a hospital. It was night, the stars overhead particularly bright, light spilling from the windows of the facility. From one window, loud grunts and yelling could be heard. If someone were to look in, they would have seen a sight considered to border on miraculous. The view was obscured from that particular vantage point, but the actions and implications were enough to identify the event. The room was untidy, as if someone had left in a hurry and dropped half of their cargo on the way out. A person, of indeterminable sex, was standing by a bed, talking soothingly into the ear of what was undeniably a woman. Her face was twisted with pain, but she seemed happy. Looking down her, past her mediocre sized breasts, was the monumental swell of her stomach. It took no genius to know that she was pregnant. Although that seemed to be about to change. She groaned, and a femme nurse came into view with two soft towels. As the labouring woman yelled something, a name, the nurse planted one of the white squares between the spread legs of the gravid maiden. Another yell, maybe a curse or several, and something seemed to happen. Her stomach began flattening as its' contents gradually escaped. The nurse discarded the wet and bloody towel, replacing it with the other, holding it as if to catch something. She shouted, something slick with fluid slipping from the opening concealed by the woman's leg. Her relieved gasp was accompanied by a shill cry. The nurse did something to sever the umbilical cord before wrapping the young, pink human being. It was passed to it's exhausted parent straight away. She took it, holding it close to her chest. Then the room became silent; with disbelief and shock.

Only one voice broke the silence. "Mmothherrr..."

Zak sobbed as he shut off the video of his birth. He was... abnormal. Deformed, as some said. A genetic impossibility. A freak. He threw the remote controller away, ignoring it's trajectory. He stood from the couch, trying hard not to become depressed again as he headed for his apartment's bathroom. The interior was polished, gleaming white. He stopped at the sink, and stared at his reflection in the large mirror.

Five years ago, he had been born in an ordinary hospital, in an ordinary country. Now? He was an adult. Despite his age, he had the body and mind of a healthy twenty-six year old. A gift from his warped DNA.

His eyes passed over the pointed ears on the crown of his head. They were similar to a cat's. Bluish fur covering them; surrounded by his messy black hair. They could swivel, drop, raise... useful for hearing clearly, but not so good for being inconspicuous. He gazed downwards slowly, inspecting himself. His face, while slightly elongated into a tiny muzzle, was perfectly human. As was his chest, arms, and stomach. He had an excellent physique too.

But that image was broken by a blue feline tail as it poked out from behind him. He took note of his crotch. That was most definitely not human. On a passing glance, there would seem to be nothing there. But, on closer inspection, his biological mechanics became clear. He had a sheath, and his testicles were internal. Only a tiny handful of the doctors that he had seen in his short life knew of that. The rest simply thought of him as genderless.

He looked at his hands. Human... for the most part; he had claws instead of nails. He tensed the appropriate muscles to see them. His claws were nearly four inches long when maximally extended. Four inches of sharp bone-like material. He let them retract, growling instinctively.

His ear turned to the right, to the door. He could hear quite clearly, someone was unlocking his front door. He grunted, swiping a much tattered and faded pair of jeans from the side of the economical bath tub behind him. Next came a shredded t-shirt; brown. It wasn't that he couldn't get new clothes; he just liked the ones he had... partially because he could smell his scent on them... mostly for other reasons...

"Heya, kitty!"

Zak groaned. Not only was his recovery from the last 'process' over, but the next was being administered by one of those annoying female doctors... so sickeningly happy... Not only that, they also kept referring to him as 'kitty'. He had managed to restrain himself from clawing them... so far "Morning."

She appeared in the bathroom doorway, giving him the once-over glance everyone gives him. He returned the favour. She was shorter than him, around one and a half meters tall. Her hair was a dark red, hanging loosely. Bluish eyes. Fair skin and... a pleasant scent. Someone had been having fun not long ago "Who are you?" He didn't mean to sound angry... but the lingering smell was adversely affecting his concentration.

She flattened down her white shirt amusedly "Hoho, calm down. I'm new to this facility. You can call me Ria."

"Alright. Sorry." He took a slight breath "So, what are you going to try and kill me with today?"

"Oh, no, the first test won't be until later. I came early "

His eyebrow shot up into his dishevelled hair. This was new "Why?"

"I wanted to know who I'm experimenting on." She shrugged, walking back out.

He stood still for a moment. Her scent was getting stronger. Hell, she was getting aroused! But why? Surely she wouldn't have the gall to try fucking around with something like him... He took a second breath, whatever. If she caught something from him, it was her own fault. He marched from the bathroom, and spotted her looking over his collection of books. Sure, he was cut off from almost everything... but that didn't stop him from requesting books to read. He didn't break pace, striding to her. His hands made contact with her shoulders, and he dragged her to the side, before forcing her back to a wall. She was startled, but not panicked "Stop lying. I know you're not here for a bloody chat, so what's the real reason?"

Ria took a second to process what he had said. She grinned "Busted. And on my first day too!" She leaned forwards "You can smell me, no?"

"Hmph." Zak let go, folding his arms and closing his eyes "Of course I can. Though the real question is: what the hell do you want?"

"Hm, alright... you see, I heard that you're different... down there."

He knew where she was looking, and growled. Seems those doctors had blabbed. Not that he had expected them to refrain... She took a quiet step around him. He knew what the doctor was feeling; fear. He could smell that emotion playing on her. He grabbed her by the arm, extending his claws only enough to prick her skin "That is none of your business."

"N-No, I didn't mean anything by it, I swear!"

"You want to see it then?"

"I did, b-but-"

"Well then... it's your lucky day, isn't it?" He didn't want his anger to boil over like this, but there was no way for him to halt his rages. His free hand worked of it's own accord, tearing the fabric of her clothes. Whether she made any sound or not, he didn't know; his deepest instincts had been brought to the surface, where they seethed uncontrollably. His own coverings were already gone somehow, and hers were in tatters. The last pieces of white were removed in a heated race, falling to the floor with everything else. Her back impacted the wall, legs wide and willing. Adrenaline was surging as he smelt her arousal and fear more clearly. Before his mind could process what was going on, he was lunging hard and fast, her hands pinned together above her head.

The whole event was a blur; sounds, smells and sensations overloading his brain. Before he knew or wanted, it was over with a sickly slurping noise. She... Ria... shrieked "God, it's big!" He just grunted as he emptied his testis in her "It's so big... my God..."

She had enjoyed it. Ah, well... you can't win every time "Is that what you wanted?" He muttered, using sarcasm for all it was worth.

"Fuck yes..." She breathed hard, squirming slightly. No doubt, his girth was causing some discomfort. He placed his hand against her cunt, fingers spread around widely, and yanked himself out with a wet pop "Jesus!" She stiffened.

"You said you wanted to see it. Well, there it is." He said without hostility, his anger having been loosed and sated. He released her hands, and she dropped the couple of inches that her feet dangled above the floor.

She looked down, steadying herself against the wall she had just been fucked on... and stared "... is that what I think it is?"

"Probably." He looked down at his dick. It was an impressive size, when compared to a normal human's; around eight and a half inches, as he had measured not very long ago. His girth, although he hadn't measured that, looked to be near two inches. But what had caused her discomfort was more impressive still; a bulbous swelling close to the base of his length, three inches thick.

"... wow... you have a... knot, is it called?" He merely grunted "... and how do you know about sex at all? There's nothing in your file to indicate any education in that area... or any area..."

"There is a reason I requested a book, 'Drawing Anatomy', you know. And a dictionary teaches quite well." She nodded, picking up a small notepad and pencil from her shredded clothes. He shook his head. That was the experiment, then. But why would they want to know about any crap like that? "Spill it, why does the big guy want to know about me sexually?"

"Well... that depends on how well the next few experiments go..." She grinned, looking up at him "Zak."

He rolled his eyes. While it felt good to have someone actually calling him by name, the situation denied any satisfaction of the fact "And... what is that?" He said while walking from the room, passing through a door into your generic bedroom; plain bed against the wall with a flatpack set of draws.

"I wasn't told."

He cursed, pulling out two draws. From them, he took a pair of shorts and a shirt. From what he could see, it was cold outside, so he took out a jumper as well. He leaned out the door and threw the clothes, which he had never even used, onto the small couch he had been allowed. He barely heard her thanks as he went back in. He sighed, closing his eyes. After a moment, he felt something change. His eyes opened, and he peered down. His clothes were back, exactly as they had been before. He ran a hand through his hair slowly. He had no idea of how he did that, but he was grateful for it "When is the next experiment?"

"A few minutes..." He peered out the door, and saw her with her back to him, bent over as she got into the shorts.

He smirked. Her pretty little sex was still stretched open some. He moved out silently, coming up behind her. While she was still unaware, he thrust a finger into her. She jumped, moaned, and tensed all at once. He didn't play around, going straight for the 'Gräfenberg spot', or g-spot as it was known. With a second finger in her, he pinched it, making her writhe. Zak rubbed it quick, hard, forcing her to an orgasm in little more than a moment "Hmph, who says book learning isn't good?"

"Mmm... Keep that up and I'll be visiting more often..."

He laughed, taking his hand away, wiping her juice off his digits with a tissue from the box next to the couch "You get paid extra for doing this, don't you?"

"Why not? It is risky..."

"It is..." He stared at the ceiling.

"Did you like that as much as I did?"

"I don't know."

"Why?"

He sighed "You're human. You won't understand."

"Try me."

"..." He leaned back, relaxing "I have strong instincts. In a situation like that, my brain shuts down. So I don't remember it much."

"Ah, so that's how you knew precisely what to do; it's instinctive."

He nodded, stretching his fully human legs out "Yes."

Her face appeared in his vision, grinning "Don't just sit there, we'll be late."

Zak laughed, standing again "Fine." He walked to the door, and looked back at his apartment; ritually saying goodbye to it, ass it really could be the last time he would see it. Ria was next to him as he opened the door... and found himself staring down the length of a rifle. He couldn't even react before he heard the click of the trigger.