FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Young eyes peered upon a new member of the neighborhood. The target; a handsome, well-built brute of a Timber Wolf. The owner of the eyes moaned quietly as they made themselves overly aroused at the sight of the male in a form fitting white tee shirt and tight grey denim jeans to match the natural coloring of his fur, the wolf beheld a pair of glorious blue eyes. The wolf entered his 'den' alone; this particular den was a small bachelor pad of two bedrooms and a full bath. The watcher knew the house well, well enough to know of the 'secret entrance' to watch the occupants from the air vents.

In fact, all of the permanent residents know of this secret and kept it hidden from the ones renting the place to watch the renters and judge. They judge on many things: cleanliness, grooming habit (the more flexible, the better), and sexual habits. The watchers were constantly switched out so none of the renters could come to recognize the scents left behind. This particular watcher happened to be a young vixen, more precise an Artic Fox. The white furred female had her paw in the dark pants and rubbing at the tender, untouched slit beneath the covering. In between the fur and pants was just her paw. The rules of that had been pounded into her made her remember that before entering the house of judgment, all outside scents must be removed. In other words, she must enter in au naturel after rubbing de-scenting oils on herself.

She climbed down, made her way to the entrance, and proceeded to strip down and oil up. All of the neighbors knew when the 'watcher' was to do their duty and stayed inside to feign innocence. In she went the false ductwork covered with old soil to silence the metal. She padded her way checking each room for light until she found the bathroom. Here, beneath the counter, all could be witnessed.

She watched as the wolf forced his hidden shaft through the jeans and then the sheathe. He aimed at the stool and chuckled as he 'marked' his 'territory.' The vixen could smell the distinct fragrance of ammonia along with his own scent. She watched making mental notes. Once he finished, he gently pulled the sheathe back over the shaft then left the room. She made the note that he did not wash after 'Nature's Calling.' She followed him to the living room to which he had a desk on top of the floor vent that was the watcher's port.

Lucky for her, he pulled the seat away then proceeded to strip down to the fur. She ducked down as he bent down to turn on his tower PC then sit down. She repositioned herself and found that she stared right at his average sized sac and sheathe. She bit her lip as a paw came to lay right on top of the vent. She cowered back a bit then slowly reached for a small button panel; she pressed a single control, which started a fan. She shivered as the rush of chilled air aired out her warmed up slit and pucker, the air did the trick after a moment as he moved his paw.

The renewed sight brought along the view of the wolf massaging his scrotum. He moaned as he warmed himself up, his shaft swelling a little within its natural holding. The vixen heard the final tone of the startup. She would have to mention to the others that a camera system needed to be added to witness what type of computer usage the renters did.

Before long, the male was rubbing the sheathe and coaxing out the prize within. Her eyes widened as she witnessed her first wolf shaft as he worked up the full swell while professionally leaving the knot untouched. She reached between her knees and quickly inserted a digit to excite herself more. She stopped herself before she revealed herself. She watched as he did a little bit of keyboard work while that hunk of meat and fragile bone throbbed against his furred abdomen.

Soon enough she heard the moans of two females over the speakers and watched as his paw returned to its workload. That was the moment she truly wanted to rub herself, he was not just jerking one off, but he aimed it right at the vent. She smiled and licked her lips. When he started to moan, she opened her maw expectantly. Then it hit, the wolf let out a muffled yelp as his orgasm exploded through his tight grip and through the vent into the unknown watcher's muzzle. Since this was her first taste of a male, she eagerly and patiently waited for the last strong spurt to shoot at her before rolling it around with her tongue and swallowing quietly. The knot, she noted, was quite big, but she expected that considering she was a canine as well.

She backed into the shadows knowing that he could lick himself clean and spot her. She was shocked that he got up instead and proceeded on to his bed; she followed and climbed up into the return duct where she could watch him from near the ceiling. He sprawled himself on top of the covers and pulled out a small box; in it were pictures of various species of females of varying ages. The one he selected was of an Artic Fox leaning back using her tail to just barely cover her inner thighs. She smiled as found herself thinking of a way to get first hand experience with this renter. Then he heard his voice.

"Oh, how I wish a sweet, sweet, vixen would fall from the heavens to be all mine." The deep voice made her shudder blissfully.

She knew the rules forbade intentional revealing, but what she started to plan would be considered accidental. She faked a sneeze as she leaned back and covered her loins as she tried to mimic the picture. The wolf growled as he heard to faint noise and found the source at the large vent. He did not bother to cover his erection; instead, he stared at the reflective eyes and sniffed.

"Who are you?"

"I am just a youngling hiding from my elders."

"How did you get in there?"

"It is a spot near the back."

The wolf growled at the constant indirect answers. "Will you come out?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Now, if there is no danger."

"There is none, come join me." He knew it was wrong, illegal even, but the youngling had already spied on him enjoying his fantasy.

"I cannot leave the house without alerting some one."

The wolf cocked a brow then rolled off the bed and went to the vent then used his claw to undo the latches that held the grate to the wall. That is when he saw what the Peeping Tom was and how that Tom was positioned. "Damn..." He muttered. "Come on down, you have been watching me. Do you wish to feel me?"

The vixen grinned then nodded as she relaxed her tail enough to allow the male a glimpse of her treasure. She rolled over and backed out of the vent and into the waiting arms of the strong wolf.

He carried her over to his bed then laid her down. His erection bounced as he spread his legs slightly and looked down at the vixen... his vixen, even it is temporary. She eyed the swelled meat in front of her which instinct told her to allow the male to do whatever he wanted with her. Right now, he wanted her eyes upon him.

"Does it look good?"

She nodded.

"Do you want to feel it?" He asked as he continued to tower over her.

Again, she nodded. The wolf grinned; he sat down on the bed next to her.

"Go ahead."

She reached across his lap and gently rubbed the back of her furred digit over the sensitive flesh. The wolf gasped and shuddered at the touch. He whimpered like a pup when she hesitated. She turned away from the backhand and grabbed him fully. The sudden grip made him thrust lightly into her paw. She smiled and started to pump slowly allowing the tapered tip to go under the rim of her palm. She felt his heartbeat within and squeezed on the offbeat.

His breathing quickly became erratic; only to relax with a pained, low howl as she stopped. She licked her lips once more then leaned in closer to sniff the heavy musk emanating from the flesh. She gave a testing lick at the tapered flesh, finding it a little coppery and salty yet not unpleasant. She then directed the meat into her mouth and suckled on it hoping to get the wonderful substance she sampled before.

The wolf leaned over her head, tongue lolling, he did his best to keep from thrusting into her wonderful tongue work. He did manage to force her down over his knot, which pushed him over the edge and filled her throat with his sticky seed. He held her there for a moment after his orgasm calmed then he fell back panting.

"Damn, you seem to have done this before! I haven't had that kind of head since my graduation party."

"Thank you." The vixen smiled as a small globule of seed stuck to the fur at the corner of her mouth. "Let me know when you are ready for more." She straddled his prone body and used her tail to tease the over sensitive flesh. The wolf gasped and bucked. She chuckled and leaned forward to play with his shirt-covered chest. "How about you remove that thing? It is only fair."

He struggled to pull the shirt free to reveal the grey fur underneath along with a sharp scar across his chest. The vixen traced it from his right shoulder down to his navel. Her touch made him shiver. However, it did not make him want her as badly as when she lapped at the scar, kissing every part of it. His shaft throbbed, demanding the true tie.

"Treat me like a bitch in heat." The vixen growled as she pulled away from him then went to all fours on the bed with her butt held in the air at the edge of the bed.

The wolf stared at her for a moment as he whimpered with indecision. He was won over when she wiggled her rump and tossed her tail aside. He quickly rolled off the bed and positioned himself behind her. His knot had calmed to a point that if he did want to tie with her, he could, or rather, he would.

He pressed the tip against the ultra fine fur along her tiny slit and teased her a bit. She played along and pressed against him. He entered her tight passage yet did not feel that hymen of a virgin. He did not question her then. He hilted his shaft and moaned at the glorious warmth and tightness. He leaned over her back and held onto her hips. He began to pound her ruthlessly. She whimpered slightly at the pressing of his shaft against the resistance of her womb, but that ended when that resistance was shattered and he gained full access into her depths. His knot swelled quickly and easily squeezed through her pelvic bone to lock him into place.

She moaned loudly and arched her head back to try to look him in the eye. They both began to pant heavily as her body built up pressure. She moaned out for him to go harder. He did what he could to please her wish. Her body convulsed as she hit her high and milked her partner for all he had to offer. She howled in response, which set him over the edge, he did not realize he come to. He bit down on the bedding to muffle his own, louder howl and gave her body what it demanded. He filled her womb directly and put a lot of energy into the orgasm. Once their bodies calmed, the wolf weakly stood and pulled her up with him. He then moved onto the bed and laid her down without going to the 'proper' position just so he could hold onto her and pet her fine white fur.

She pressed her head into his head and thought over the event with a smile. She knew how this was going to end, and would willingly sacrifice her status for this again. They lay silent for an hour before the wolf's knot calmed enough to be pulled free, though he did not move. She looked up at him then prodded his chin.

"Wake up." She said quietly. "I have something to share with you."

"Hmm?" He answered.

"I wish to claim you, but to do that; you must taste of my purest essence."

"Pardon? I do not understand."

"Don't worry, just drink it up." She rose from the bed, pulling his shaft free of her body.

She pushed him onto his back and sat lightly on his chest. She then opened her maw to reveal a pair of growing fangs, he gasped lightly until she bit her wrist.

"Drink and become one with me until the day I die..."