FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Author's Note: READ MY MOST RECENT JOURNAL BEFORE READING THIS! Ok, so I've been working on like six different projects and none of them have turned out the way I wanted them to, but I have a good feeling about this one. It's obviously fictional, but anyways... read it, hoe!

Bad bitch central, check my credentials, motherfuckin' right you know it's nicki on the intro, and I'm even bitchier when I'm on my menstrual you ain't even got a credit card for incidental, basic insurance and it don't include dental, dental, dental, yes bitch I'm mental!

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CHAPTER ONE

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I stood still and silent as the two men hidden in shadows observed me and my brothers.

"They are the perfect killing machines. There isn't a place they can't get to, a person they can't kill, or an object they can't find," Cigar spoke. He was trying to sell us. People came to him to get rid of problems and we were the solution. It must be hard to sell assassins when every other word is laced with thick cigar smoke, hence the name. "They are nearly perfect in every way. Genetically-altered for maximum efficiency. Enhanced skin and muscle tissue, optimum dexterity, heightened reflexes, perfect look, the most appealing voices, and slight psionic abilities are among just a few of the traits they possess."

"I see. They are flawless creatures Mr..." the other voice trailed off as if he were asking for a name. The four of us were standing under bright lights while the men paced around us in the shadows. Other than the voices, the only indication that someone else was in the room were the flames and billowing smoke off of a freshly lit cigar.

"Cigar, call me, Cigar."

"Yes, Cigar, but I fail to see how pretty looks and nice voices are eliminating my problems." If I wasn't under commands to stay still and silent, I would've burst out in laughter. Cigar loved to explain why there wasn't a situation we weren't perfect for. Except doing laundry. That was just a waste of talent...

"It's simply an alternative. Some of our clients do not want all of the mayhem and chaos you are so quick to seek. If non-violent infiltration is required, the boys are automatically at the top of the list. Not that they aren't at the top of the every other list either." Cigar waved the lit cigar around carelessly.

"Cigar, I do not think you understand the circumstances. Four husky men cannot infiltrate a building of this size! The employees keep AK-47's under their desks for god's sake! These are hardened criminals. Killers!"

"I'm more than confident my boys will handle anything inside the building."

"And what if he escapes?" He wouldn't escape.

"If you want him dead, he wont escape without a bullet in the head," Cigar whispered in his deep voice. We'd never actually seen Cigar. We just knew he was the boss. No questions, no comments.

"Pride goeth before the fall," the buyer retorted.

"Thank god for hospitals," Cigar chuckled. "Now, if there's nothing more, we need your decision. The line you're standing in is a very long one."

"You get many assassination requests?" The buyer sounded shocked. He was obviously new to the killing game. A lot of guys came in here, inspected us, gave Cigar the money, and waited for the confirmation. Occasionally, we got the buyers, mostly girls (although sometimes girls had the most brutal death requests), that went all the way to the money stage and backed out. That's a lot of money to lose for nothing...

"Assassinations, intimidations, tortures, theft, you name it, they do it. Except sexual assaults. Those types of crimes are easier to screw up."

"Sexual assaults?"

"Yeah, every now and then some heartbroken lady waltz in here with a really big purse and wants her ex to get raped, but we don't do those. The boys aren't allowed any type of sexual contact regardless." Not allowed, but we are boys... Cigar doesn't know, but we know what every other teenager knows about pawing off. I was curious to try something different, but I could never admit that. We had very strict rules. The penalties were very steep. "Anyways, we need to resolve this case."

"Ok, how much?"

"Six million up front, another six when we get the confirmation. Cash only."

"Twelve million!?" The new buyers always sounded shocked.

"You're asking us to kill another person. What price were you thinking of? Twenty bucks? This is obviously a risky business. We run risky prices," Cigar laughed loudly.

"Fine, what if I change my mind?"

"You have twenty-four hours to change your mind after the first cash transaction with no money back, of course. Time is money. We give you a remote and if you push the cancel button the boys will hold their position for another twenty-four hours while you make certain you are willing to throw away six million dollars. Obviously, there is a confidentiality clause. If you tell anyone about our organization, the next bullet goes through your skull. And of course the fee also protects you from any liability. We'll even frame your wife, if you want it that way." Strict rules, steep penalties. There was a heavy silence in the room. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be the one making the decision. Most of the people we killed for were connected to the target in some way. Some of them even confessed that they had killed the target themselves, but it's hard to prove in a court room that your average Joe had pinpoint sniper rifle training.

"Alright, where do I sign?" Here we go, again.

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Two days later, I'm standing in the prep room with my brothers, getting ready for another suicide mission. Suicide to a normal fur. I checked myself out in the mirror. I had deep, ocean blue eyes highlighted by black fur markings around them. My white under fur started at the bottom of my muzzle and ran all the way down to my inner thighs. Built like a soldier, of course. Obviously, if we all had tens in looks category, then I looked hot. Our bodies didn't stand out in the gear though. All black and bulletproof clothing with plenty of ammunition pockets.

"Tinlen, you didn't get any prettier since the last time you looked at a mirror." I turned around to see Jack lacing up his boots. Other than a few markings and our eye color, we were pretty much identical. Jack had purple eyes, I had blue, Kylie had amber, and Garrett had the green. Jack wasn't my favorite of the brothers. He always had a problem with me. I wasn't sure why.

"Yeah, well, I just wanted to make sure I looked better than you," I laughed.

"You look the same," Garrett commented. Garrett was really quiet and reserved. That's why he was the sniper, I guessed.

"I think Tinlen looks hot," Kylie added. Kylie was my favorite. He was our leader and definitely the strongest one out of all of us. We were all perfect, but in my eyes Kylie was a little bit better than perfect.

"And how old are you?" Jack asked. We appeared to be in our twenties, but in we didn't have an exact age. Sometimes, I wondered what it was like to be normal. I was special all the time, but being special in a room full of special people doesn't really feel special.

"I'm just saying, if I had Tinlen's body... well, I do, but you know what I'm getting at."

"Whatever," Jack shrugged, "hey, I was watching this porno last night and these two chicks were like fucking each other hardcore. I came like three times."

"Too much info, Jack," Garrett laughed.

"I'm just saying! If I could-"

"Yeah, well you can't," Kylie interrupted. Kylie kept the group in check. I'm sure it was a hard job at times.

"Yeah, I know, but I can still think about it, right?" Kylie looked at each of us. He didn't know the answer to everything. We were perfect in almost every way a person can be perfect, but we still had questions and feelings that we couldn't get rid of. We weren't even sure if looking at porn or pawing off was right. All we knew about anything was killing. No emotions, no sense of right or wrong. We just did what we were told and tried to figure out the weird stuff in our free time.

"Right now, we have a mission." We joined Kylie around a small silver table and started the debriefing session. "Ok, this is the target. Memorize the face and as always, the name doesn't really matter. Normally, we would just scope out the target and Garrett would drop him from a few buildings away, but the buyer wants some chaos."

"That's the fun part," Jack laughed. Kylie ignored Jack's comment and continued with the debriefing.

"We need to ensure that the target doesn't escape unless it's out of a window to his death. So here's the plan, Garrett and Jack are going in the front door as a distraction. Kill everyone and work your way up floor by floor. It's a hundred and seventy stories, but Tinlen and I are starting at the roof and we'll meet in the middle. We have identification software on the exits so if he does leave the building explodes and we chase him down. Any questions?"

"Who gets to kill him?" Jack asked.

"It's a race," Kylie explained with a smirk, "that's the fun part."

After being dropped off on the helipad of the nearest building, Kylie and I observed the target building. The night sky was completely black and the city below was bustling with the thrill of night-life. I studied the target buildings silver windows against the night skyline. The people inside had no idea what was coming. Probably better that way.

"Jack, in position?" Kylie spoke into the radio.

"We're ready when you are," Jack's muffled voice sounded giddy. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited. It's hard not to be excited when you're about to be in a serious fire fight. I checked my assault rifle and made sure I was ready for any action. Kylie reached down into the duffel bag beside him and brought out two grappling hooks.

"Let's go, Tinlen," he laughed as the bolt from his grappling hook shot out with swoosh of air. I followed his lead and pressed the button on the side of the gun. Suddenly, we were both being pulled up the building at incredible speeds. If someone inside the building saw us, it would only be for a half of a second. It wasn't long until we were at the top of the building looking back at our previous location.

"So, are we winning this one?" I asked as my boots crunched across the rooftop. I saw the small grey door we were using as an entrance. There was another door opposite that probably housed a generator.

"We always win. That's why I sent those to together. It might actually be a challenge if I was facing you," Kylie grinned. I would never admit this, but I liked Kylie. A lot more than I think I was supposed to. I didn't understand it, but when Jack talks about pawing off to girls on the internet, I'm usually doing it to Kylie. I was afraid to mention it to him because... he was my brother. He would probably think I was weird.

"Yeah, any plan?"

"Um, just don't get pinned down anywhere. This is a pretty big building and we have to move floor to floor really fast in order to beat them."

"Got it. Ready when you are."

"Ready, set-" Kylie was about to give the go, when he looked at his cell phone. He picked up the radio. "We just got the pause order. Find a safe place to hide and wait for the signal."

"What's the signal!? Man, this sucks!" Jack yelped. I was pretty depressed too, but any alone time with Kylie was good time.

"The signal is go, like always." Kylie put the radio down and started searching for somewhere to sleep. "Where can we go? We've got to be out of sight."

"Um, the generator house, maybe?" I pointed the little square room just a few feet away. Sometimes Kylie wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.

"Oh, yeah. That's good." He tried to open the silver door but it was locked. Not really a problem for us. Kylie took out his silenced pistol and fired one bullet into the lock. And boom, we have unlocked door. "I hate pause orders. Why do people start something their too afraid to finish?" Maybe because they're scared of the outcome.

"I have no idea," I lied. I followed him into the dimly lit room. The large grey generator took up most of the space, but there was a small area big enough for one of us to lay down or both of us to sit and sleep. I pushed the door close and stood next to Kylie for a second. "Well, it's not very big."

"At least it has a roof," he laughed, "remember China? Three days of sleeping under trees in the middle of a monsoon?"

"Yeah," I giggled, "that was really uncomfortable." Kylie took a seat on the concrete and after making sure the door was secured with a piece of wire, I joined him. "How long do you think it'll take him to decide?"

"I don't know. You've been on these things. Sometimes it's a few minutes, sometimes it's a few days," he answered. He sounded fairly bored.

"Yeah, I was just asking because you're so good at reading people, you know?"

"Well the new guys are always different," he laughed. "They don't always go through with it."

"True, but it must be hard. To kill someone."

"What do you mean? We do this all the time?"

"No, I mean, to have a connection to someone even if it's strictly business. You know that person has a family and friends and that they're going to die because you paid a huge amount of money to make sure it happens. And then there's the people around him. This guy wants everyone in this building dead. That's a lot of bodies on one head."

"Are you getting soft on me, Tinlen?" Kylie gave me a quick smile. Sometimes his smiles felt like cute little flirts daring me to flirt back.

"No, I just have thoughts on it."

"Oh," he glanced at the smooth concrete floor, "I can see your point. I've never really thought about it like that. I'm usually so methodical about everything. There's always a right way and a wrong way."

"Not everything is black and white, Ky."

"Yeah, but we are..." Husky joke. Ruin the moment. Or at least that's what I thought. "Do you ever wonder what it's like to be... not perfect? To look at the mirror and not like what you see?"

"I see things I don't like all the time." It was true. The other guys thought they were perfect, but we were only perfect on the outside. We all had some really deep emotional issues. Emotions aren't allowed.

"What do you mean? You look fine."

"I mean on the inside. There are things that I don't know about that I think I should. All I know how to do is kill stuff and get to the place I need to be to kill stuff."

"So you think there's something else other than how you look?"

"You don't feel empty sometimes?" I asked. Kylie didn't answer, but I knew he was thinking about every time he'd ever felt like that.

"You know, it's easier for me to talk to you than the other two. You really understand things about me that I don't even understand. It's really... cool."

"Thanks. You're really cool too." My tail wagged behind me and I tried to act like the comment didn't mean anything, but unlike Kylie, little things like that made my whole day. Especially if they came from him.

"Jack is immature and Garrett is so shy. I'm constantly on them about everything, but you've always just been... you."

"Thanks," I laughed. "Do we need to sleep in shifts or what?"

"No, we can just sleep. I don't see anyone coming to see if the generator is still here," he giggled with a nod towards the giant machine. We removed our vests, boots, pants and shirts. Once we were sitting comfortably in our boxers, we found good sleeping positions. Kylie used our clothes as a pillow and I rested my head on his rock hard abs laying between his thick muscular thighs. I liked the position a lot more than I'd like to admit. "So, if it's not like weird to ask, what do you usually paw off to?" Late night conversations always ended up being about pawing off.

"Um, usually whatever I can find that looks good," I lied.

"Have you ever um, have you ever looked at... gay stuff?" Kylie sounded scared to ask.

"Yeah, a few times." I lied about that too. I never really used the internet for porn. I could imagine better things anyways.

"Good, I was hoping I wasn't the only one. Don't tell anybody though."

"You can trust me, bro."

"I know," he laughed and played with my ears.

"Do you ever wonder what it's like to do that stuff though? The sex, I mean."

"Well, we aren't supposed to... I don't even know if it's ok to paw off, but I can't help it sometimes."

"So, if we aren't supposed to, why does everyone do it on the internet?" That was a question I'd been wanting to ask for the longest time. I traced the areas between his abs with my claws gently.

"I... I don't know. I mean, I'm curious about everything, but Cigar says we can't do anything like that because it's a distraction."

"Well, maybe we should..." I stopped. My heart was pounding in fear. How could I even suggest something like that?

"We should what?"

"Nevermind."

"No, I want to hear it," Kylie argued.

"You'll get mad," I whined.

"I promise, I wont get mad."

"I was going to say... maybe we should... try it." Kylie stared at me for a second. I couldn't read the emotions behind those amber eyes. "Forget it, it was a bad idea. I'm sorry I mentioned it. Please, don't tell anyone."

"I... I- let's just go to sleep, ok?" He quit playing with my ears and closed his eyes. I knew he wasn't sleeping though. I could feel his tension was just as high as mine. I could hear his heartbeat pounding through his body. He was considering what I had said, but he was just as afraid as I was. "Ok, let's say I did want to. What would we do?"

"I don't know. It was just a thought. We don't have to."

"Yeah, but I've been thinking about it too and I don't trust anyone more than you." That meant so much more to me than he would ever know.

"You don't think it's weird?"

"Tinlen, we're genetically-altered assassin's. Everything is weird. I'd rather try something with you than someone else I didn't trust. So, if you're up to it, I think I'd be ok with it." Kylie looked deep into my eyes with a mixture of lust and love. Saying no might not bring another opportunity, but if anyone ever found out we'd be screwed in more ways than one.

"Ok," I sat up and faced Kylie. Neither one of us moved. The tension between us was so heavy, but we were both too afraid to break it. His breath mingled with mine as we drew closer.

"I don't really know how to do any of this," Kylie admitted in a whisper.

"I don't either. So we'll just try stuff until we find out what we like. Good?"

"Yeah." He awkwardly brought up a paw and placed it on the waistband of my bright blue boxers. He giggled at the awkwardness. "Sorry."

"It's ok," I laughed. I put my own paw over his stomach. "You like it when I play with your abs, right?"

"As much as you like it when I play with your ears." We laughed and his other paw found my ear, tickling me.

"Ok, so now we do the kissing part, right?"

"Yeah, do you know how to kiss?'

"No, not really. This feels ridiculous," I joked. Although, it did feel really weird that two full grown assassin's were learning how to kiss together at the same time. I slowly moved in closer to him and our muzzles touched. It felt strange to have my brother's lips against mine. I felt his lips open and I followed his lead. Soon our muzzles were locked together and we were trading air with each other. He pulled away abruptly.

"I think we're doing something wrong. One of us is supposed to be like moaning or something."

"Yeah, but I don't think you moan on purpose. Something's missing."

"Maybe we should use our tongues."

"Ew."

"What!? I think that's what they do! They like use their tongues to lick the inside of the other one's mouth."

"That sounds really hard," I laughed. Of course they didn't make pornos that showed the ins and outs of making out. I had some idea of what to do after this part, but I was totally lost here.

"Alright, lets just try it." We locked our muzzles again and I felt his tongue slide inside my mouth. It felt way better than I imagined. Suddenly, his tongue plunged deep inside of me and I let out a small whimper. "I did it," he laughed quietly. I broke his laughter with another kiss and repeated everything he had done to me. I even flicked my tongue a few times which caused his breathing to get much heavier. The paw that was playing with my ears slowly slid around to the back of my neck and the one at my waist pulled my lower back closer to him. "Oh god, that feels so good. Please don't stop." I moaned as his paws roamed over my tight back muscles. I worked my paws against his chest.

"Ky, um, don't be mad if I'm already... you know." I chuckled and glanced down at the bulge in my boxers.

"Oh, I am too. Don't worry. We're both new to this. Is it... is it good so far? For you, I mean? I'm not being to selfish by pulling you and stuff, am I?"

"No, I kinda like it." I flashed him a mischievous grin. He ran his tongue over my neck and sent shivers through my spine. "Where'd you learn that?"

"I just wanted to do it," he laughed. I nibbled on his neck and took a small amount of skin into my muzzle to suck on. He moaned massaged the back of my head pleasurably begging for more. I slid a paw up the inside of his thighs and stopped before I reached the objective.

"Is this ok or would you rather wait?" I asked quietly.

"You're fine. Should I do you at the same time?"

"Just enjoy it for now," I laughed. My paw continued to journey across his lap and brushed against the hard flesh beneath the silky yellow boxers. He jumped at the touch and then explained he didn't know how good it would feel. I continued to tease the material and gave it a tight squeeze before moving back to his abs. He lulled his head back at the squeeze and gripped my arm as if he were begging me to stop. "Are you ok?"

"Oh, please don't stop. That felt so good." I wondered how much difference a different paw could actually make. I squeezed the tip of his member before sliding down to the base. The boxers were nearly soaked in his pre-cum. I stopped moving when his paw ventured up my thighs and stopped at my balls. He massaged them carefully as I held his shoulders for support. Now I could feel the difference of someone else's paw. I never wanted to paw off again. A felt one of his fingers tease my tail hole before his paw slid up to my member and squeezed the material tightly. I whimpered and my head fell on his shoulder for support. "I'm pretty good at this, huh?" All I could was give a slight nod as his paw slid across the soft material forcing it against my member. Suddenly, the paw found my waistband and pulled against the material. "Can I take them off, bro?"

"You better," I giggled before he slid them down past my knees and I helped him the rest of the way. I watched as his paw teased the throbbing hard pink flesh between my thighs. After feeling over every inch, he circled it and started sliding his paw up and down at a slow and gentle pace. I growled with pleasure and pumped my hips slightly. I noticed I was dripping pre-cum all over his thighs. "Do you need something to clean that up?"

"Pup, just relax. We're both going to be sticky before we're done anyways. Am I doing a good job?"

"Considering..." I gestured towards my hard wet cock pulsing in his paw. I forced myself to pull away while I had the chance. "Let's get your pants off." I pulled the silky yellow boxers off and gazed at his thick pink member. I placed a gentle paw over it and worked the flesh the way he had worked mine. He closed his eyes and put his paws behind his head. "Can I try something else?"

"As long as it doesn't involve putting my underwear back on," he laughed keeping his eyes closed. I brought my muzzle to face the thick member. His scent was so strong. It took some getting used to, but I eventually liked the thick smell of musk. When I knew he wasn't expecting it, I pressed my tongue against the tip and tasted the salty pre. Kylie moaned like a puppy and the paws that were behind his head started moving across my back. Suddenly, I took the crown of his cock into my muzzle and gently sucked the flesh. He whimpered and a paw on the back of my head pushed my skull onto the member. I gagged as the length hit my throat and slid back to the top, but the paw forced me down again. I wasn't sure on how to do this, so I let Ky's paw lead me. I sucked and licked at the flesh as it throbbed in my muzzle. Soon, Kylie was pumping his hips against my muzzle. I remember how much I enjoyed it when he played with my tail hole and I slid my paw underneath his ball sac and played with the sensitive flesh behind them. Kylie's breath was short and proceeded by tight moans of pleasure. I glanced up to his eyes shut tight and his teeth gritted. He looked like he was in pain, but the sounds from his muzzle said otherwise. "Tinlen, I- I'm almost done," he whispered between breaths. I noticed the knot forming at the base of his cock. I squeezed the swollen flesh and took as much of it into my muzzle as I could. He yelped and a warm salty liquid splashed against the back of my muzzle. I decided to swallow it since more and more of the liquid dribbled out of the tip of the cock. Kylie took deep breaths and put a paw on my shoulder. "Bro, that... that felt so amazing. I'm sorry if I was... pushy."

"No, I figured you liked it. There's a weird smell and taste though."

"Weird?"

"Yeah, it's a good weird though. I think... And my muzzle is really sore." I ran a paw over my jaw to emphasize. It was getting sore a long time ago, but he was enjoying it so much that I let it slide.

"So, now, I get to taste you, right?" He grinned at me and took my member in his paw and began pulling at the flesh again. I started to smile at him, but something really bad happened.

"Kylie, the hit is back on. Cigar said he's been trying to call you for an hour!" Jack's voice hissed over the radio. Kylie glanced at me.

"How fast can you come?"

"Not fast enough for what we need." Aw, man. "It's cool though, maybe we'll find another chance. There's still more stuff to do anyways."

"You bet," he winked at me. He grabbed the radio and replied to Jack. "Yeah, I was asleep sorry. Be ready in five." We found our boxers and our clothes and put everything back into place as quickly as we could. I was about to leave the room when he pulled me back. "Hey, I love you bro."

"I love you too," I laughed.

"Can I get one more of those really good kisses?" I pressed my muzzle against his and our tongues wrestled for dominance. We had almost perfected the art of kissing.

But the way he kissed me.

And the way I kissed him.

Things were going to get very bad. Very fast.