FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Discovery

Ever since childhood, Spear preferred to be alone. From school bullying that encouraged him to make few to no friends, to his brother hurting or making fun of him, his father doing drugs, his mom yelling about everything. The wolf pup's life forever changed once he got his first computer, finally able to hide from the cruel life outside of the bedroom, behind the locked door.

The singular event that triggered it all was so simple, humorous, the fact that it happened at all and caused what it did seems funny and impossible. How could finding a random flash on Newskies change that much? But it did. He laughed and replayed the video, then laughed some more. But it did not end there.

The wolf opened up a new tab in his web browser and searched the names that were shown in the flash. What came up at one of the top results was a site showing quotes from all of the same names in the flash, but they weren't quotes from the flash. "A chatroom?..." he asked himself. It didn't take long to find an uploaded quote on the list that showed the exact chatroom in question!

"Aha!" The wolf then quickly connected.

Immediately, he was greeted with hostility and kicked from the channel after only saying a few greetings. Just as quickly, he rejoined. It took time, but he became friends with many of the users there, and eventually got invited to go with them. Finally, friends who didn't beat him up like at school, or make living at home crappy like his family. It was like a new family, a world to go to outside of his bedroom that no longer looked so bleak.

...One year later, a week before the convention with his online friends...

In a small apartment with two foxes, Spear laid there, all three cuddling. One was about his own age, but one year younger. The other was an older adult. They were pretty much strangers; the only bit the wolf knew on them was that both had been banned from a local fashion and art meet, and Spear somehow was interested in this fact. He wanted to meet them, find out why they were banned, or what kind of people they are. But mostly, he heard and knew sex could be had easily. Wasn't that the truth behind it all? Besides, he had been banned out-of-state, and having sex with these people would feel like revenge.

The young fox kissed Spear, and this was the first time he had ever had another tongue inside his mouth. Well, except for that time when he asked his mother to French kiss him. Hey, he wanted to know what it was like!

His tongue swirled around inside his mouth until saliva pooled out over both of their maws. The older one had a block of ice, rubbing it around Spear's chest, making hm writhe and moan before slipping the cube underneath the wolf's briefs, causing him to cry out in unexpected pleasure. Returning the favor, he slid his hand under the older male's underwear, and felt something warm and wet. It was obvious it was cum. For some reason... that scared him, and he quickly pulled his hand away.

The rest of the night was fairly uneventful, however. Those foxes, they were nice people.

...One week later...

"Awesome!" Spear exclaimed to himself as he looked around at all the furries dressed in exotic clothing, and some were even performing on pianos and the like, or posing for camera shots.

The wolf was among a group of other furry friends he had known for some time attending a major fashion and art convention. With him was an orange squirrel, a leopard, a golden lioness, and an orange fox. All were male with the exceptions of the leopard and panther.

"I'll go get our room card," the squirrel said, and trotted off to the receptionist's desk to obtain it.

Once the task was complete and the little gang went to their room and unpacked their bags. Immediately, most of them excused themselves or went off in smaller pairs together to the convention's attractions, while the leopard and orange fox stayed in the room with Spear.

"So," the leopard began, "You and Ax are boyfriends now?"

Spear blushed and looked down, while Ax grinned. "Y-yeah..."

"Well, isn't that cute," she said with a grin.

The fox unzipped one of his luggage bags and pulled out what was clearly a large black dildo. It was shaped like a horse. "Marla, why don't you help me try to put this in Spear? I want to know if he can take it."

Marla laughed and gave a toothy smile. "Hah! Why, certainly. For great science!"

While neither of them had actually asked what Spear wanted to do, he felt somehow... obligated to go. This was his boyfriend, someone who had spent money to buy him gifts previously and gave him more attention than anyone ever before. That made him obediently follow them into the bathroom.

There, with Spear bent over the side of the bath tub and his pants off and laid down to his side, the two got to work. Marla spread Spear's furry cheeks, and Ax lubed up his large horse toy and began to press it inside him. Both seemed to be enjoying themselves, but Spear was barely holding back cries of pain. 'It'll feel good once it's inside me, just endure it...'

"Relax," Marla quietly told the wolf boy laying in front of her, watching as half of the black toy's tip was crammed in him now.

"Blood..." the fox pointed out. "A little shit, too. Maybe he's not quite ready for this one yet."

Instead of using the dildo, then, they directed Spear to sit down. The leopard then got on all fours and began to lap at Spear's balls, then dragged her tongue upwards before wrapping her lips around the wolf pup's five-and-a-half inch cock, engulfing it completely into her mouth. Such a size was nothing for her. Spear leaned back, relaxing and breathing hard. It didn't feel bad, though he felt he could cum faster masturbating. This ended up being proved correctly after Marla sucked the the underage dick for two full hours.

"Hm, maybe you need a good ride instead?" she asked with an erotic voice, groping the boy. He stared at her hand, not replying. There really wasn't anything to say. He had gotten soft by the end of the blowjob, which made her stop. But after a few minutes of groping, he simply couldn't get hard again.

"Well, I'm going to go out to the con events!" Marla seemed quite excited about it, stepping out.

Ax sighed and turned to his mate. "I'm heading to the rave, how about you?"

"Nah," Spear shook his head while putting his clothes back on. "I'm just going to walk around a bit."

The fox nodded and walked out. Spear soon followed after washing his hands and face.

It was a surprise to bump into Karly, the lioness from his room, after walking around for awhile. "Oh, hey there!" She waved and walked up to him. "What're you up to?"

"Well, I was looking around for something interesting," Spear replied, pulling out his con event booklet. "There's apparently a therian meeting, which sounds pretty hilarious. Want to come?"

"Hah, sure!" The lioness gave a cheerful thumbs up and followed the younger male to the meeting.

There, many people sat in chairs all aligned in straight rows. One person stood up at the front, seeming to simply be waiting. Karly and Spear took seats next to each other in roughly the middle of the room and waited for the discussion to begin.

Once it finally ended, both went back to their room and laughed together.

"Oh God, I can't believe that one guy who said that when he dropped from a building, he felt his invisible dragon wing hit the ground and kept him from being hurt!" Spear said, holding his stomach in painful laughter. "I had to cover my face and look down so I wouldn't be caught laughing.

Karly followed in the same manner, "Yes! I was waiting for them to call me, I had a story all set up. Too bad they didn't get around to the whole room, though."

"Really?" Spear asked. "I was planning on passing if they called me. What would your story have been?"

"I was going to say something about how I was possessed by some demonic fur, and that I couldn't help it," Karly grinned

"Wow." Spear covered his face again, almost laughing from the mental thought of that happening. "You know, you're the most fun person I've hanged around this whole time here."

"Heh, thanks." She smiled. And then she looked surprise when Spear kissed her. "Hey, I thought you were gay!"

"I... don't know," he admitted. "I think I am."

The lioness kissed him back, more passionately this time. Her fangs gently bit his lips during the kiss, and pulled them back slightly before releasing them. It was the most amazing kiss he ever had, and he never would quite learn how to mimic it exactly.

"Well, how about we find out?" she asked, and laid down on the bed after taking her clothes off, waiting for him.

Spear began to take his clothes off as quickly as he could, but almost tripped while taking his pants off. Karly giggled at the sight, and the wolf blushed in embarrassment. In any case, his clothes were thrown aside quickly and laid down next to her. He had never been with a woman, and really didn't know how to proceed.

Her soft hand grapped his cock, holding it still while she began to suck him. It was much better than when Marla did it, and he felt like he could cum in a few minutes with this. However, Spear had the wonderful skill, or perhaps habit, of making no sound during sex at all, ever. Giving her the wrong message, she pulled him out of his mouth and tried masturbating him, the lioness' saliva being more than enough to serve as a proper lubricant. Still, even though that alone could have made him cum, he said nothing, and she stopped.

Karly laid down on her back. "Try being on top," she suggested."

"O-okay..." He did so, climbing on top of her in missionary position. His hard and wet knotted canine stick poked at her pussy awkwardly, eventually getting himself inside. But somehow, being inside, being in this position, it felt too unwieldy too him, and he got the overwhelming feeling that he did not want to be in that spot. It simply didn't work, and he became soft.

Not taking offense to this, and not giving up the older female pushed Spear down on his back, and climbed on top of him. Her large breasts hanged in front of him, and he reached up with one hand, groping it, while another hand groped her ass. She held his cock, slipping it inside, and began to rock over on him.

It felt great, and only a few minutes later, he pulled out and jerked himself off, cumming so hard that some of his semen flew and hit the wall.

"Wow, you came really hard!" Karly exclaimed at the sight, and laughed.

In a whisper, having lost his breath, "Sorry."

"Pft, don't be! You should be proud," she comforts, and pats the young wolf on his head. She got dressed and left the room.

Meanwhile, Spear sat there, staring at the ceiling. 'Why couldn't I actually fuck her when I was in the position to? I just laid there. At that point, was it really much more than masturbation? Or am I bisexual? Or what? I don't know anymore..."

...A few months later...

Spear's mouth bobbed up and down Ax's knotted length amateurishly. In between the moans, the fox made groans and growls. "Stop."

The wolf did as ordered. "Something wrong? Did I do it badly?"

"No, no, you did good," he replied.

After a moment's thought, Spear cocked his head and asked, "Good as in better than last time, or good in general?"

It wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. "Better than last time." This made the pup whimper and fold his ears. "Here, sit down on my lap," the older fox requested.

Well, this was his boyfriend. He couldn't say no. Plus, he was fairly far from home, so this was the only place to stay. Without saying anything, Spear hesitantly and slowly went over to his boyfriend's lap and turned around. The sound of a cap being popped off some kind of bottle was heard, wet sounds, followed by finally Spear eeping loudly and jumping a bit from the cold feeling of lubricant being spread over his tailhole.

"Eek!"

"Haha, relax!" the fox laughed. Then, he grabbed the pup's hips, but did not pull down. "Alright, now lower yourself down."

He did so, and winced at the pressure that immediately built up against his hole. Slowly, he lowered his hips down, taking in more of the painful-sized meat. Eventually, he somehow got all of the cock inside him. Ax moaned audibly, and Spear rose back up, repeating the process at a fairly slow pace, but one that felt comfortable to him. Soon, the fox got to his edge, grabbed Spear's hips and forced him to go faster. Spear couldn't feel anything, but the fox had came inside him, and pulled out right after. Grabbing a tissue, he wiped his cock clean and tossed it into the nearby waste bin.

"Here, go use this in the bathroom." It was a large plastic syringe, but it had no needle.

Spear looked puzzled. "What do I do with it?"

The fox chuckled. "You give yourself an enema with it, silly. Now go."

Inside the bathroom, Spear filled up the plastic tube with water, then pressed the nozzle inside himself. The pain caused him to wince, he was still pretty sore, and the cool water felt like it bloated him too much, as it stung painfully inside him. He sat down on the toilet, and released it. What he did not quite expect was that the water injection had been fairly good at cleaning up his bowels, and realized that this was probably the reason Ax had given it to him.

When Spear went back to his boyfriend's bedroom, he found him sitting on his bed, patting on his bed.

"Come over here." The way he said it was synthetically voluptuous voice.

He looked down at him, seeing the fox's hard cock. Suddenly, he didn't feel very comfortable. "Uhm, can I just keep sucking you?"

"Please? Come on, it'll feel good," Ax persuaded.

No could not be said to that face or voice.

Tears streamed down the young black wolf's face as an older, larger fox on top of him pounded away into the tight ass before his knot. The pain made him whimper, and his ass bled over the shaft inside him from being forcibly spread amidst being unable to relax himself. To make it worse, Ax had at some point lubed up one of his smaller canine dildos and began to attempt to double-stuff the young pup.

Even though he begged for the fox to stop, after a moment of hesitating, the older male pinned down the wolf boy firmly and kept going, although he did stop eventually a couple minutes later.

Spear sat up on the bed, whimpering still. The fox grinned at him, "You liked it..."

...At another point...

It was a large city, and in large cities, what are there? More and larger fashion/art meets! As Spear went to multiple meets such as these, he met many other furries, and eventually went to the home of one of them.

There he lay on his back, breathing hard while he watched the overweight rabbit sitting in a chair nearby stroke his bunny cock before his eyes, teasing him a bit with a grin. The older male approached the wolf pup, got down on his knees, and began sucking the boy. Spear closed his eyes, but it wasn't because of pleasure. Somehow, he felt like this was a mistake, and that he shouldn't be here. He didn't know why, or how to explain it. Even though it felt good and he didn't feel guilty about it, just, somehow...

When the rabbit began to climb up over the wolf, he became scared, very scared. "This is as far as I want to go... sorry..." The wolf folded his ears, hoping no would be taken for an answer, and that the rabbit would not be mad.

"Ah, alright." He did look disappointed, but nonetheless, the blowjob continued. And continued. In fact, he could not cum no matter how long it went.

...Six years later...

Spear fidgeted on his plane, looking out the window nervously. He was so excited, yet scared. Nervous. Trying to take the attention off by staring out at the scenery didn't help the fact that his chest felt like it would burst from the thought of finally getting to meet Arctic, the boyfriend he had ever since he broke up with Ax after the rape. It was a long-distance relationship, but it couldn't be helped due to college and the fact that neither had a very solid income, so both lived with each other's respective parents. Hey, say what you want about it.

Arctic truly was nothing like that, and totally unlike anyone he had ever known, period. They would give each other gifts on a regular basis with no strings attached; they would stay up all night together just to watch a movie, even if one had to work the next morning; they would comfort each other when they were upset and do anything to help the other feel better. Everything felt exactly like what love should feel like. It was perfect, beyond perfect.

When they finally saw each other for the first time, outside of a computer screen, the two wolves hugged each other. Spear, now a mature and handsome adult black wolf, hugged his equal, his counterpart white wolf. His other half. They kissed right there on the spot.

"I love you," Spear cracked, his eyes filled with tears of joy.

Arctic nuzzled his mate, "I love you, too. But I'm sorry I'm not what you thought I am." The white canine referred to the fact that he was a little overweight.

Spear scoffed. "Puh! I don't care, I love you all the same."

The two went to a hotel room together. They ate a delicious dinner together that they had picked up from a surprisingly good restaurant, then laid down and cuddled while watching a movie together. One thing the black wolf had picked up over the years was that when two furries watch a movie together on the same piece of furniture, the movie is in reality an illusion to make the initiation of sex not as awkward as it would otherwise be; that would be to simply start making out and fucking with no words, which is too weird.

During the movie, Spear slowly slid his hand around his mate's thigh, and groped his ass. His cock pressed hard against his pants, and he started to grind his own rump against his lover's hard clothed cock. The two nuzzled, cuddled, groped, and groaned until their clothes slipped off, one by one, with one taking the other's clothes off, followed by returning the favor.

Both now naked, the two wolves started to grind their hard cocks against each other's thighs, and against each other's own maleness. It didn't take long for their cocks to end up in each other's mouths. For Spear, he laid their, watching his lover engulf his cock. It felt surprisingly good, considering Arctic had never given a blowjob before, but he gagged easily and stopped fairly quick into the oral sex.

"Sorry," the white wolf sheepishly smiled.

Spear kissed him in response, and got down on his knees, lapping his tongue over the fellow wolf's anus. The canine's tongue expertly darted in and out, and Arctic moaned. The taste was slightly bad, but, well, it was a rimjob.

Wanting to return the favor, Arctic had his mate lay down on his stomach and dived his face into the soft furry rump before it. The plump cheeks squished against his face while he ate his mate out, which made Spear moan in genuine pleasure.

His tongue expertly flicked over Arctic's tip, and pressed up against it while he got a majority of the length in his mouth, using a hand to jerk the rest. He did this for about twenty minutes or so before gagging, and pulled the cock out of his mouth while coughing hard. Despite the fact that this was his lover, the taste was still very slightly unpleasant, and having tried to deepthroat it a couple times made him almost throw up.

"Sorry, fuzz," Arctic apologized, using his mate's pet name. "Do you need a break?"

"Y-yeah. I'll just jerk you off."

But after a few minutes of that, Arctic stopped him. "Wait, I want to try something else."

"What?" Spear played dumb. He knew what it was, and Arctic knew that he knew. The difference in their motivation for vagueness was that Arctic was a terribly shy person, while Spear was, to his own surprise, legitimately worried. Perhaps... even afraid.

A white bottle of lubricant came into view, and Arctic ripped off the sealing before applying a generous amount to his length. He sat down in a chair, and Spear turned around. Before the black canine could sit on his white-furred mate's lap, however, a cold hand covered in lube groped over his asshole. Spear yipped in pleasure.

"Now, you're ready," Arctic smiled, and sat there, waiting. "Don't worry, I won't move. Go at your own pace." His tone of voice was not erotic, not manipulative. It was genuinely kind in nature.

"Okay," Spear said in faux confidence, but in reality, he was still afraid. He lowered himself down, pressing his mate's cock against his hole. He bared his fangs and bit down hard, enduring the pain while the two wolves waited for his tailhole to adjust. It did, and he pressed down very slowly as it did. But it still felt incredibly uncomfortable. Painful. Not only from the entry, but the size almost felt too big, and the couple times he tried to push the cock all the way in, it felt like his limit had been reached and could not do it. It stung painfully, but despite that, he kept going and trying. He couldn't stop here just because it hurt or because he didn't feel close to cumming; this was his true love. Arctic had done so much, from renting the hotel they were staying at, to buying the plane ticket to go see him in the first place, to all the games, all the times he helped Spear with college homework whenever he had trouble, and most of all, all the times he had been there just for the sake of talking. He love Arctic so much... so why wasn't he enoying this?

"Try laying down on the bed, it might be better with me on top," he explained. Arctic complied, and laid down on his back. But when he tried to penetrate his mate, he didn't realize until now that he had been soft the whole time, even when riding a hard wolf dick a few minutes ago. He jerked hard briefly, getting some length back, but it wouldn't stay, and he kept falling out of his lover's tailhole.

Spear held back the tears of pain and sorrow, and kept going until his mate's cock had slipped out of him on accident at least twice.

"Hey, it's okay," Arctic comforted, not realizing the emotional turmoil his mate was in. He only recognized the discomfort. "We're both too nervous, it's not a big deal."

"Yeah... I'm going to go wash up, alright?" the black canine asked. He got a nod of approval, and went to the bathroom, taking a quick shower. The water helped wash away the tears.

There was no way he could tell him. No way could he say to his metaphorical soul mate (metaphorical because both of them were atheists)...

That night, the two wolves laid down in bed together, cuddling deeply and falling asleep in each other's arms, but while Arctic dreamed of happier thoughts, Spear only hoped his mate would forgive him.

...Three days later..

Spear was now home, clicking a pin repeatedly in nervous impatience. He called his mate's cell phone, but no answer. Every thirty minutes, he repeated it. Eventually, a loud ding erupted from his computer: the unique sound of an IM from Arctic, who was the only person on his Qtalk buddy list.

Hello, woof!, Arctic said.

Hi, pups. Of course, his mood wasn't as good as what it really was. Could you turn on your cell? I want to talk to your voice for a moment.

Sure! Shortly after that, Spear's phone rang and he answered it.

"Hey, pup," Arctic greeted lovingly on his end of the line.

The black wolf wasn't so cheerful, but he did attempt to fake it. "Hey, fluff. I was hoping I could ask you something."

"Yes? What's wrong?" He sounded sincere, but worried.

Spear hesitated for a long moment and stuttered a few times before becoming clear. "Arctic, I... I love you, you know that?"

"Of course, fuzz. Tell me what's wrong."

"I," it was so hard to start. 'Come on, Spear. Say it, you have to...' "I love you more than anything, I'd do anything for you, even things I don't enjoy. You've been a crucial part of my life, and without you, I probably would've committed suicide from being so depressed and alone. Every day is something I think of as only a thing to be used in order to spend time with you, and any day without you is empty and feels worthless. But..."

"Yes? Go on, pups," the other wolf encouraged softly.

Sniffling could be heard on the other end of the line. "But... when we had sex, it didn't just hurt, it wasn't just uncomfortable. I, I really hated it. It wasn't you, you didn't do anything wrong. I love you You were pefect, gentle, patient, kind, you did everything right." He waited a moment before saying, "Arctic, I still want to be with you. I want to see you more often I want to marry you and live with you, but... even before you, with everyone I've ever had sex with, I've never really enjoyed it. The only times I remotely did enjoy any kind of sex have been times I simply laid there and did nothing, where I wasn't putting active effort into the sex. I always thought I was simply doing it wrong, that I'd get used to it, get better at it, and start to like it. It never happened. I think I might be asexual."

... Six months later...

Hours had passed. Two piles of black and white fur laid on top of a bed, seeming to be mixed like piles of leaves. The arms of two wolves caressed each other gently, brushing their claws through each other. The two male canines stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, before closing them, and kissing.