FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The frogs knew they were getting stares. They didn't care if the stares were of the 'fucking queer' or 'girl you look FINE' or just plain baffled variety. They were on the town to enjoy the evening feeling beautiful and flamboyant and kinky and all three groups were welcome to watch them. They were too busy admiring each other anyway, gloved fingers intertwined as Dart leaned in to kiss Hoppy's cheek.

"You look so gorgeous," he said, letting go of his lover's hand to pull him closer for another kiss on his red-painted lips. The love of his life was dressed in a slinky burgundy-coloured evening gown that went perfectly with his green skintone and matching eyeshadow. If it weren't for the shiny black latex arm-length dominatrix gloves, matching the thigh-high boots ("and no knickers!" the green frog had assured him) disappearing under his dress, he might almost look innocent. But then looking innocent didn't get as many fun stares.

Hoppy stopped and turned and pulled his lover in for a full, hungry kiss before admiring the purple frog's golden lips and green-mascara'd eyes, arms around each other. The green frog didn't know if he was enjoying flaunting it more to the buff elk nearby who looked on approvingly or the mink further down the street who was almost as green as he was with disgust. Homophobes were one of life's nuisances, but so much fun to fuck with. He stepped back to admire and exaggeratedly straighten Dart's outfit. It was an even more ostentatious low-cut basque ensemble, black with white buttoned front designed to imitate shirt and tails, complete with adorable bow-tie at the cleavage. The long tails trailing made his lover ever so slightly more respectable from the back, hiding the shameless stretch of exposed blue-purple frog thighs between the bottom of the outfit and the start of his knee-high boots. Dart always loved boots, none more so than these buttoned-up white pleather cuties with their gleaming black toes. Not to mention the matching white elbow-length gloves, also pleather. Hoppy's big thing was always gloves. Right now he wanted to suck his lover's gloved fingers one by one and then beg for him to jerk them both off there and then. Instead he restrained himself, simply adjusting the the frog's string of pearls and they walked on. No sense in being late for their reservation.

"I can't believe they didn't turn us away," Hoppy giggled quietly once the maitre d' had seated them. Dart giggled likewise, eyes flicking around the room to see if anyone was eyeing them up. It was a classy establishment, and they were very ostentatiously dressed after all, but it seemed it was too classy an establishment to turn its nose up at such a cute pair as them. Picking up the menu in one hand, the other stretched across the table to lock fingers again with Hoppy's, pleather and rubber squeaking quietly together over the light piano music.

"I love you so much honey," the purple frog said. Hoppy felt his heart melt, as it always did.

"I love you too," he replied.* * *

Dinner was excellent, as was the service. As much as they loved causing a good scene, both frogs were genuinely pleased by the staff's complete sense of ease at having two showy drag queens like them dining in their establishment. Hoppy almost felt bad for it as they were waiting on after-dinner coffee and liqueurs to finish the night, and Dart had to excuse himself to use the toilet. Almost, at least.

Hoppy waited the bare minimum he thought safe and then, making sure his bag was still in plain sight to reassure the staff they hadn't run out on their bill, he rose and nonchalantly headed in the same direction. His heart was in his throat as he stepped into the gents' bathroom to find Dart leaning up against the row of black marble sinks, waiting for him.

"I wasn't sure if you were going to join me," the purple frog said with a smile, "given what a nice place it is."

Hoppy returned the smile without a word, gesturing to the row of empty cubicles. Dart knew that sign, quickly stripping off the lower part of his unusual costume and letting his cock bob free there in the middle of the washroom before he stepped inside. Hoppy followed, and the door swung shut behind them.

"Careful we don't get too messy," Dart said softly as he sat down on the toilet, Hoppy quickly getting on his knees in front of him. "We don't want to get kicked out after it's been such a nice place." The green frog hummed in agreement as he enveloped the purple one's beautiful cock. Dart always worried about this part even though they were old hands by now. Hoppy never spilled a drop.

For a moment nothing. Then, with Dart sighing with sweet release, the first bitter trickle of piss hit the green frog's tongue. "I love you so much," Dart repeated breathily as he felt the green frog's tongue circling his cock and the movements of throat and mouth that assured him Hoppy was swallowing his piss happily. "Oh Hoppy..." he added, grin spreading across his face. "You know how hard it is pissing through an erection?"

The green frog smirked around his lover's prick, swallowing another jet of acrid piss as he did so. He knew what Dart was suggesting. The force needed to piss whilst erect didn't only expel urine. "Are you up for it love?" he asked as he let go. Above him Dart impulsively sucked on a gloved finger as he thought about it, a sight that certainly didn't cool his green lover's ardour.

"I can't do it in your mouth, love," the purple frog finally said, "we'll never get away with it."

"In my hands then?" Hoppy asked hopefully. Having Dart shit into his shiny gloved hands was just as hot to the green frog. Dart agreed excitedly, and a moment later as Hoppy backed up against the toilet door, the purple frog stood and turned and braced himself against the toilet with one hand, the other hitching up his long trailing tails to keep them clean.

Now Hoppy's hands were cupped expectantly under his lover's arse, eyes focused keenly on the dark cleft between his cheeks. With a suppressed, unladylike grunt from the purple frog the first log of shit was expelled quickly, slopping into the shiny gloves with a dark smear and forcing Hoppy to steady his hands lest it slide off and onto the floor. More followed, alongside the sound of more piss trickling into the bowl of the toilet and Dart's gasps of pleasure at emptying his bowels. Soon a generous pile had formed in the frog's cupped hands, Hoppy cautiously bringing it close to sniff its overbearing odour as Dart shuffled 'round again to look down on his beloved. "Dinner is served again," he giggled.

"If only we could eat it again," Hoppy said with a wicked gleam. "Or at least wear it..."

Dart licked his lips. He was as tempted as the green frog was, and there was a certain less than pro-gay bar on the other side of town where they were both still proudly banned from for exactly that. But again, they both really liked this restaurant. Still, he reasoned, there were parts of him that weren't going to be on display when they went back outside. With a lustful smile he insouciantly flopped his hard cock into the pile. "We can wear some of it," he said authoritatively.

Hoppy smiled wider than ever, quickly moulding the soft, sloppy mess around Dart's cock and beginning to stroke and pump the purple frog's dick with shit for lube. Dart gave a stifled groan as they heard the door open and some unknown patron using the urinals, both of them fighting wicked giggles. Hoppy slyly flicked his tongue against the tip of Dart's cock, tasting shit and the first hint of precum. He would've gladly taken the whole lot in his mouth. Even if it made them gag sometimes both frogs loved to sample each other's filth.

The unknown interloper finished pissing, washed his hands and left, no doubt to complain to his wife about the awful smell in the gents' toilets. Now Hoppy did giggle, and Dart groaned with pleasure, more precum trickling into the mess already present in his partner's hands. He didn't need to tell the green frog he was close; Hoppy knew every little sign and gesture of his lover's body. He brought his lips close, not close enough to get shit on his face but close enough that the smell was overpowering. Dart's soft-gloved hands were stroking his head now, adding to the green frog's pleasure. He knew he had him on the very edge, and with a tightening grip, shit squeezing out between his fingers, he brought the purple frog over. Dart stifled another cry of pleasure as his cock erupted, shots of cum spilling into Hoppy's open mouth and onto his tongue. Hoppy moaned to himself as he received it, feeling his own aching prick beneath his refined dress. He imagined he was getting his own drops of precum on the tops of the glossy thighboots, something he knew would delight Dart if he could see it.

The purple frog spent, the green found himself with hands full of excrement and traces of frog jizz. Disappointed at having to do so, he ditched the bulk of it into the toilet bowl. "We're still filthy love," he said with a wry smile. Dart didn't say a word, he simply took Hoppy's hands by the wrist and brought them to his mouth. Hoppy could have happily cum there and then as his lover licked and sucked his gloves clean and spotless.

"Being filthy gets us clean though," Dart giggled as he released the frog's hands. Hoppy nodded and got back onto his knees to envelop the purple dick in his mouth, tasting the full force of Dart's shit and beginning to suck and lick it hungrily. He could hardly neglect to return the gesture after all.* * *

"We are such bad froggies," Dart laughed as they walked away from the restaurant, arm in arm. Somehow they'd gotten away with it, the waiting staff either not picking up on or not wishing to comment on the lingering scent of shit. Now they were walking home again through the sidestreets, enjoying the cool evening air and the lights and noises of the city around them. It was such a perfect evening.

"Ahh you fucking faggots," slurred an irate-sounding voice. Both frogs frowned, annoyed by the intrusive commentator. Horrified stares were fine but making such an ugly noise was absolutely not acceptable to them.

"Do you mind?" Dart asked curtly, "you're interrupting our evening you very rude person." The rat, dressed in battered shirt and jeans and looking the worse for wear after doubtless too much alcohol, made a very rude gesture in return.

"You're fucking up mine y' cocksuckers... piss off somewhere else."

Hoppy rolled his eyes. "Just ignore him love," he counselled. "Or, no, wait..."

Quickly deciding on a new plan of action, Hoppy pulled his lover into another deep kiss. He could still taste the frog's shit in both their mouths, which only spurred on his resolve. Now looking the drunken, abrasive rat straight in the eye, now turning and planting both palms flat against the nearest wall. If Dart had been feeling less excited than his partner, he was definitely on the same page now. Outright bellylaughing with glee, he stuck his tongue out at the rat, freeing his stiff cock as he did so to make sure the rodent knew what was going on.

The drunkard was left aghast as Dart quickly knelt and pulled up the green frog's dress, revealing the gleaming black boots and nude, plump rump waiting below. He smiled again at the rat and shoved his tongue roughly into the frog's waiting hole, tasting its own musky treasures, making Hoppy moan with delight and the rat start babbling again.

"No what the fuck? What the fuck? You sick fucking cunt!"

Dart was less than dissuaded. Still looking over his shoulder, he rose again and gripped Hoppy's sides firmly, his purple prick quickly finding the puckered ring of muscle. "Ready dear?" he asked. He was still looking straight at the rat.

"Oh god yes fuck me!

"Don't you fucking dare!"

Dart pushed hard into his lover, feeling the frog's body tense and twitch as he was penetrated. He gasped with pleasure himself, loving every inch of the hot green frog he was with, how beautiful he was, how damned kinky those boots were, how glamorous they both felt and how the poor, pathetic wannabe-queerbasher was left babbling half-sentences as he looked on in mortification. Right now the whole city belonged to them, their act of fucking here, in the wide open for anyone to witness, the crowning glory of its vibrant nightlife. Even if the police ran in and arrested them right now it would've been worth it.

"Oh god, Dart I love you so much, fuck me so hard!" Hoppy cried in pleasure, the initial discomfort of being pushed open now fading into the intense sensations of his lover's prick deep inside him, filling him and no doubt getting smeared in his shit in the process. Not to mention those gorgeous gloves, one of which now worked its way down to find the hot green frogmeat and start squeezing and stroking it lustfully.

"Do you want to cum all over my glove sweetie? Do you want to lick it all up afterwards?" Dart already knew the answer, watching Hoppy's head bobbing in nodded agreement before looking again at the rat, who was swaying pitifully in a way that suggested the urge for violence had given way to an equally paralysed urge to run and run and never stop ever again. He blew him a kiss and went back to attending to Hoppy. "I'm going to cum so hard inside you..."

The green frog groaned animal-like in response, pushing back again and again to meet his beloved's hips. With another thrust Dart lost it, yelling with all his might into the cold night air to mix with the sounds of traffic and revelry elsewhere. At the same time he clamped his gloved hand over the head of Hoppy's dick, feeling the green frog's body shake and hearing him too cry out as he came, hard, into the cupped pleather, and they shook and moaned together before Dart finally removed his hand and pulled himself free of his love. Both of them looked wickedly at the mortified drunk now, cocks still on full display as Hoppy lowered his head and lapped up his spunk from the glove, sucking a finger or two for good measure. The rat looked close to tears.

"Well, it's been lovely meeting you, cheerio!" Dart said as they straightened their clothes and turned to walk away from the rat. Behind them they heard him finally break into a run, pelting down the road away from them and probably away from the entire city.

"We're so awful!" Hoppy laughed, pressing his cheek up to Dart's and hugging him close. "If we'd kept that up any longer he would've been asking to join in!"

"Oh lord no," Dart replied disgustedly, "we could never have allowed that. Did you see how he was dressed?"

And they both cracked up louder than ever, and strolled on their merry way.

= = = = =

for The Red Queen