FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Written for Shadohime as part of the Freebies Vol. 53: Musicality Edition! stream.

Leo sighed and clicked shut his browser window. He didn't want to look at his disappointing bank balance. Bills, bills, bills, had wiped him out for the month and his next paycheck was several long weeks away.

The red fox plucked at the pile of paperwork sitting on the desk next to his laptop. Cable, utilities, loans, car... he shook his head and pushed the pile away, onto the floor. Shutting his eyes for a few long moments, he tried to will away the anxiety, to wish for just a few hours of not thinking about it all.

When he opened his eyes again, a plain brown package sat on the desk where the bills had been. He blinked, not remembering seeing it in the mailbox earlier. Of course, he was preoccupied with all the other correspondence, so he probably just missed it.

There was no label on the package, just his name and address. Inside was a black CD jewel case and, inside that, a plain black CD. No label, no artist name, nothing. Curious, Leo picked it up gingerly between his claws and turned it around, trying to see if there was black on black printing only visible at certain angles. No luck.

Shrugging, the fox popped it into his laptop, curious to see what it was. He had enough antivirus to stop the combined efforts of a dozen Russian programmers, so he felt safe enough in that regard.

To his surprise, his music player opened up. The CD name - and every track - was "____________". The music played automatically and Leo grinned. It was a collection of techno and dubstep, apparently, and he closed his eyes, letting the soothing, rapid beats immerse themselves in his ear canals.

It was surprisingly easy to lose himself in the music, Leo found. All his worries vanished as he nodded his head in time, tapped his fingers on the table, swished his tail. It was really good stuff, but where had it come from? As the music kept playing, he realized he didn't much care. It was good, it was free, and it was going to be a kickass way to spend the evening.

Leo stood up and stretched his arms out over his head. At five-foot-six and a mere 120 pounds, he was small and lean, with the typical markings of a red fox. He kept good care of his fur and teeth and was generally attractive, though no model. He grinned and swung his hips a little, enjoying the way the music made him feel as he danced alone inside his tiny apartment. His bushy tail swished faster as the beats increased in tempo and, apparently, volume. He didn't mind - he was feeling better by the moment about his poor situation.

Leo growled and swung around, closing his eyes as he let the music flow through him. Whoever had put this CD together, it was a godsend. This was still the first track and already it put to shame some of his other favorites.

The fox, so caught up in the music, didn't notice his baggy blue t-shirt, complete with vintage graphics, draw up, exposing his belly. It tightened around his chest, short and fit, hugging his pecs. His blue jeans also changed. The denim grew soft and flexible, becoming a pair of dark blue bikini bottoms. They hugged his rump and cupped his package - a modest one, but nice.

Still dancing, Leo moved into the kitchen, ears swiveling to catch every last moment of the music. Singing along nonsensically under his breath, he opened his fridge and pulled out a beer. Before he could even crack it open, it was changing. By the time he brought it to his lips back in the living room, where his laptop sat, it was no longer a beer, but a magnificently gaudy martini, complete with crazy straw and olives, even an umbrella. It glowed a faint pink and smelled of strawberries and rum.

Leo let out a yip of pure delight as the track changed. Around him, his apartment changed as well. The walls moved back, giving him much more room. His ratty brown leather couch expanded, regaining plush stuffing and growing into a wrap-around. His small, old-school thirteen-inch TV expanded into a magnificently large flat-screen, complete with wonderful stereo speakers. The music shifted to those glorious speakers, filling the greatly improved living room with sound. The floor, a motley gray industrial carpet, shrunk in on itself, revealing a rich mahogany wood beneath. The window overlooking the city skyline grew bigger and developed a balcony. The French doors blasted open, letting the music sing out to the streets below as the fox danced out to the railing, shaking his head back forth, swinging his hips and tail as fast as he could.

His kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom were all similarly upgraded, leaving no trace of the original small dump. As the second track wound down, Leo waltzed back in, clad in his bikini bottom and tube top, oblivious to the changes in his greatly expanded apartment - now a suite.

Laughing, Leo dipped a toe into the hot tub in the corner before grabbing the remote to the stereo system and turning the music up even louder.

The third track was even better than the first two. He ran his paws down his chest and belly as it slowed down, turning into a sensual slow-dance instead of a kinetic head-bopper. As he danced, his tube top expanded outwards. Without ever noticing, the fox's white chest fur stretched across a pair of small breasts. With every inhalation, every bounce, every sway to the beat of the hypnotic music, the fox's breasts grew. Other female changes took place inside his bikini, rendering him not a he, but a shi. The fox laughed and spread hir legs, leaning down to press both palms flat to the floor and wiggle hir rump high up in the air.

The third track, its work finished, transitioned to the fourth. Leo's ears perked attentively as shi ran hir paws over hir full breasts, DD-cups at the least. Shi felt so good, so raw and wonderful! Hir body moved like a snake on a conveyor belt as the music sped up again. Twisting and turning, dancing around the apartment, bouncing off the couch, shi let hir fingers wander, teasing and touching at hir body, getting hir maleness aroused, peeking from the top of the bikini bottom.

Shi didn't notice or care when hir thick red fur slowly disappeared, leaving only small remnants behind. Hir smooth body grew bigger and bigger, hir endowments growing to match. From five-foot-six to five-foot-eight, ten, six foot, shi kept getting bigger, taller. Hir rump exploded, filling the bikini bottom to the bursting point with smooth, fleshy, firm skin. Hir legs changed soon after - no longer sliding along the floor on soft, furry paws, shi clip-clopped and tapped hir way around on a pair of onyx hooves.

Digitrade legs danced across the floor, supporting with ease an upper body with attributes most porn stars would be envious of. Leo's hair grew out as well, turning a silvery gray, glinting under the expensive light from the tall domed ceiling of hir suite. Shi nickered happily as the track wound down, quieting for a moment before transitioning into an exciting new song. Crimson stripes, matching her amaranth-colored skin, burst into place among hir long, feathered hair.

Brilliant silver feathers grew in around the changing creature's fetlocks, swirling and twisting along with the rest of hir. The feathery hair grew in around hir wrists as well, to match hir ankles. Shi whinnied with pleasure as hir body continued to change the longer the music played. Heat rose inside hir as shi rubbed hir blunt fingers across hir heavy breasts and taut belly, then down around the thickening maleness protruding over the lip of hir bikini bottom. It swung with hir hips, growing thicker by the moment, until it was as wide as hir wrist. Thick enough at the base so that the bikini bottom hitched up underneath, barely holding hir massive testicles in, it flopped up and down, side to side as shi danced.

Frenzied action followed as shi stroked hirself, pleasuring hir body as shi assumed shi always had. Hir warm, wet pussy felt wonderful as hir thick, powerful thighs squeezed together and shi stroked hirself through the thin fabric several times, moaning in delight at the sensations. The music played on, thumping through the room, as shi grew erect, almost eighteen inches in length.

Strutting for a moment, shi clopped across the room, proud and tall, horny as hell, and wanting nothing more than to keep dancing to the addictive tracks coming out of hir speakers.

The track changed once more, winding down and exploding with awesome new rhythms into a whole new experience. Hir pointed maroon ears swiveled towards the speakers, soaking in every last percussive hit. Shrugging hir shoulders, shi leaned over, waggling hir backside around. Between hir shoulders, a pair of white-feathered wings exploded outwards, spreading into a near twenty-foot wingspan. Shi twirled around, hooves lifting off the floor as wind gusted in through the open balcony doors.

The Pegasus whinnied anew as shi danced several feet off hir floor, hooves kicking, paws rubbing all over hir fantastic body. Shi felt so good, carefree, so eager. Hir long, blunt nose twitched as shi inhaled the scents of the city streaming in on the wind that lifted hir. Hir breasts grew again, orders of magnitude bigger than when shi'd started, until hir poor tube top creaked and stretched, holding on by mere threads. Hir rump thickened up as well - shi was, shi thought, the most bootylicious.

Swinging hir hips as shi descended back to the floor, the Pegasus tucked hir wings in and stuck hir hips out, both hands massaging hir fat equine length. From root to tip, shi wrung the sensitive flesh, luxuriating in the slick, smooth feel of hir member. Hir wet pussy was flush with heat, pouting and dripping against the stretched fabric of the bikini around hir wide hips. Shi flexed hir belly, watching it seductively roll against the fat tube of horse cock. Releasing the shaft, shi watched it bounce in midair for a moment before gently lifting hir immense, HH-cup knockers. The coffee mug-sized nipples capping them felt so good - they hardened in the cool air as the tube top was dragged down, only able to support the lower half of hir chest.

Leo laughed as the track wound down. When another song failed to play, shi frowned and trotted over to the laptop. The CD player opened, but there was no disc inside. The Pegasus shrugged and clicked a few times, starting the regular music on hir machine. Not as good as the CD, but still enough to dance to.

Dance. That's what shi wanted to do. But not just any dance. Pre-cum poured from the tip of hir foot-and-a-half-long cock as shi rubbed hir palm around the tip, smearing the length with sticky, pungent seed. Shi wanted to really dance. Down and dirty dancing, pressed up against a multitude of similarly hot, horny bodies, all moving in concert to the overwhelming bass of a really good DJ...

Shi moaned and shuddered, a particularly thick burst of pre-cum slopping out onto the floor. Strutting to the window, Leo put hir hands on hir hips and surveyed the city, ears cocking. Where was that club? Shi thought hard, trying to remember. Shi'd seen it out of the window before, but hadn't wanted to go. But now, now shi was in the mood. Shi wanted nothing more than to lose hirself in the sweating, sticky mass of a dance floor, bury hirself in sex and music, lose hirself to a night of blissful, carnal ignorance.

Ah, there it was. A beacon of pulsing light in the dark night, just a few miles from hir apartment. A simple hop and the Pegasus stood on the thin metal railing of hir balcony, perfectly balanced against the rushing wind. Leo spread hir wings, adjusted hir cock, and flicked hir long, gray and amaranth tail, and launched hirself into space.

The club scene never knew what hit it.

FIN