FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Tech Support

By Duffin Caprous

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This story is of an adult nature and therefore, if you are under 18, you need to not read this. However, if you do choose to not heed my warning, don't let your parents sue me!

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AUTHOR NOTE: So, I wrote this during FC weekend all in the stretch of a couple hours. The first paragraph had been sitting on my laptop for over a year and inspiration just hit me while I hung out in the room with a couple artists who were drawing. It's a little harsh, but not really as harsh as the Risk series, I'd say. I intentionally left the sexuality and background of both characters vague so that your imagination could run wild if you wanted it to. Hope you enjoy!

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"Jules! Got a job for you," came the voice of Jules' manager. The mouse quickly rushed over, leaving the computer he'd been working on.

"What's up, Mr. Renald?" he asked softly, looking down at the worksheet.

"You've got a call. Seems to be a standard set-up. Just some guy who don't know a thing about setting a computer up. Think you can handle it?" the tiger asked, looking down at his subordinate.

Jules' round ears perked a bit, "Of course!" he said, grabbing the worksheet before heading out to the car. The utility van said Nerd Patrol on the outside. Everything he needed was already inside the van, so he hopped in, heading out to the job. The grey mouse wore the standard uniform of the Nerd Patrol: black slacks, a white button-down shirt and a black tie. Jules punched the address into the GPS unit installed in the van and headed to the job.

Jules had been working at Nerd Patrol for three years, had two technical certifications and could put together a computer in twenty minutes. Everything about him screamed nerd. The mouse even wore glasses, though no white tape was wrapped around the middle of them. He followed the audible directions spoken by the GPS unit and soon arrived at a pretty cookie-cutter neighborhood. He drove up to the house and slid out, going around the back back where he grabbed a standard toolbox with all the techy gadgets one might need to put together a computer system.

As he knocked upon the front door, the mouse took a glance around and saw very little out of the ordinary with the client's house; no lawn ornaments or extraordinary landscaping. The door opened and Jules smiled in a friendly manner to the middle aged wolf which answered the door.

"Uh, good afternoon, Sir, I'm with...Nerd Patrol. I have a work order to take a look at your computer!" he said, rather chipper. He always relished the opportunity to show off his 'leet skillz'.

The grey wolf stood in the doorway wearing a pretty standard black t-shirt and blue jeans. It was obvious the male was a bit of a blue collar worker, the beer belly a dead give-away, "Yeah, come in. My fuckin' kid bought me this thing an' I don't know shit about it."

Jules was certainly taken aback by the rather open cursing from the older male, but he was a professional and just laughed politely, "Uh, yes, sir..." he said as he walked in at the wolf's bidding, "My name is Jules, um...just...show me the way, sir."

The wolf raised an eyebrow as he closed the door, "Jules? Sounds queer," the male said, leaving Jules with a rather shocked look on his face and a slightly growing blush on his cheeks. He decided it best not to correct the wolf and then decided to work as quickly as he possibly could.

The wolf lead the mouse through the house and into the den where Jules could see the computer tower, monitor, and peripherals strewn across the top. The den was a pretty decent size, containing a couch, a TV, the aforementioned desk, and a couple bookshelves.

As the wolf slumped down onto the couch, he spoke, "Well, there's the piece o' shit. Have at it," and reached for a remote to turn the TV on, while taking a sip from a beer bottle with the other that had previously been sitting on a side table.

The aspect of working while the wolf paid little to not attention to him was a little embarrassing for the mouse, but he cleared his throat a little and smiled softly. He turned to the task at hand, occasionally glancing to the wolf as the older male turned on a football game.

Jules was in a zone, as he always was when working on computers. He just had a knack for knowing what went where. Not that it was that difficult to put a computer together, but some people just didn't have the know-how to do it. And, obviously, that wolf was one of them. He took another glance, his eyes widening as he saw the older male casually rubbing at his crotch while watching the game. The mouse couldn't believe the male's gall and it made him blush even more before quickly looking back to his work.

Soon enough, he had everything hooked up and began to power on the system while sitting in the chair to set up the operating system for the client's liking.

"Um...okay, sir, I've got everything set up for you. Was there, um...anything you wanted to ask me how to do or...anything?" Jules asked, glancing over as the wolf pushed himself up to walk over and stand behind the mouse, looking at the monitor.

"Yeah, how ya get porn on that thing? I hear it's all free and shit," the wolf said without a hint of joking or sarcasm.

Jules couldn't believe what the wolf was asking him. Porn? That was just completely out of line! He really should tell the wolf to sign off on the work order and go. But, the mouse being the kind of push-over he was, he simply blushed softly and squeaked out a reply.

"Um...s-sir, um...we don't really do...I mean...you can just Googl--" he began to say.

"I don't know about that shit, just fuckin' show me, Julie," the wolf interrupted as he took another drink.

The mouse's ears lowered in embarrassment as the wolf called him a girl's name. It took him right back to his school years...that was one of the first names he got called when being bullied. Matter of fact, he could easily see the wolf as a bully back in school. The mouse's paws shook slightly as he brought up a web browser.

"Um...it's...it's easy, you just go to...Google and, um...type in what you want," Jules said softly.

The wolf's heavy paw came down onto Jules' shoulder, giving it a slight push, "Well, go on, bring up somethin' good. And no gay shit, neither."

Jules' cheeks felt hot. The wolf was seriously not going to let him leave until he showed him some porn. The mouse's fingers typed on the address bar to a sit that he actually used quite often, where people posted their own videos. The wolf's expression seemed to light up as he saw the videos and his paw firmly patted on Jules' shoulder.

"Fuck yeah, kid. Show me some, that one," the wolf said, reaching over to point with his beer bottle-holding paw to a particular video. Jules swallowed nervously and clicked on it, the video popping up as a point-of-view video of a tiger getting his cock sucked by a slightly chubby tigress, the video labeled 'My Wife Loves My Dick'.

Jules was blushing up a storm at this point and the wolf stepped a little bit closer to watch and make a few lewd comments about how he'd love the tigress sucking him off. Once it was finished, Jules thought maybe that would have been sufficient to explain how to find porn on the internet, but instead the wolf directed him to another. This video was just a vixen lying spread eagle on a bed while she slide a vibrator in and out of her sex.

"Aw, fuck...lookit that, kid. How'd ya like to spear that cootch?" the wolf said, smacking Jules' back firmly, the older wolf sort of sounding like a hickish frat boy by now.

"Um...well, I...s-sir, um...this really isn't appro--" the mouse began to say.

"You ain't queer, are ya, Julie?" the older wolf asked him, looking down rather sternly.

Jules was almost afraid at this point. He didn't know what to say to the question. Whether he was or not wouldn't matter if the wolf had already convinced himself and found that to be a negative thing. His mouth only opened and closed again as he tried to find the right words.

"You are, ain't ya? Little queer faggy nerd, huh?" the wolf said as he firmly nudged at the mouse's shoulder with his fist, "Ya wanna blow me, dontcha? Watching all that porn got me pretty hard, why dontcha help me with that since it's your fault."

Jules couldn't believe what he was hearing. The customer couldn't be serious, could he? The mouse tried to turn to get up out of the chair and squeaked as somehow the pudgy older wolf had managed to move and Jules found himself face-to-crotch with the customer. The wolf certainly wasn't lying. While he may not have been in the best shape, Jules could see a fairly large lump in those jeans. The mouse's heart pounded and he nervously looked upward at the wolf as he took another drink of his beer.

"Get to it. Or should I call your manager and tell 'im you came onto me by showin' me porn and shit. I was very offended," the wolf said with a bit of a sneer. Jules gasped and opened his mouth to argue that the lupine had made him, but he knew the wolf had him. A corporate place like Nerd Patrol looked at accusations of that nature very seriously and never wanted to take chances. He could lose his job.

"N...n-no, that...that's not...not necessary, S-sir..." Jules squeaked out softly and shaking paws began to pop open the button of those jeans. The strong masculine musk from the wolf became even more obvious when the zipper was pulled down and Jules gasped as a fat sheath flopped out right onto his face. The wolf's heavy paw not holding the beer pulled Jules' face firmly against his sheath and balls.

"There ya go, boy...ain't got any since mah wife died. Ain't a queer, but you look enough like a girl, I can work it," the wolf said, making Jules' face burn in humiliation. Each breath in drew with is the strong now-dominating musk of the wolf, making the mouse whimper. Hesitantly, he slid his tongue out and dragged it up along the furry sheath, the taste strong in his mouth. Jules could already see the red member slipping from the tip and fingers slid into his head fur pulled his head toward the tip. The mouse took a nervous glance up at the wolf before pushing his lips down around the tip, drawing a groan from the wolf above him.

Jules's head was pushed downward by the wolf, who began to grow into the younger male's mouth. The mouse paws pressed to the wolf's hips, accidently causing the jeans to drop to the floor to leave the wolf customer bottomless. Jules let out a bit of a moan into the cock, which made him blush heatedly when the wolf chuckled.

"Yeah...little faggot like mah dick?" the wolf asked, taking another swig of beer. After reaching about seven inches, the wolf's hips started to hump into the mouse's mouth, obviously enjoying the warm lips and tongue sliding over his length. The mouse's fingers curled a little bit into the wolf's fur and blushed intensely as he realized he was tenting his black slacks while being forced to blow the older wolf. Lewd slurping noises and soft squeaks filled the den as the wolf just fucked at Jules' muzzle for a time.

The precum drooled into Jules' mouth as the older male's his humped. He could feel the knot beginning to inflate and hit against his lips. He prayed the wolf wouldn't try to knot in his mouth. He could imagine that would be a bit dangerous. The wolf moaned softly above Jules and tugged his head back suddenly, letting that dock twitch and bounce a little onto the mouse's face.

"Uhn...fuck, boy...betcha suck dick every day, huh? Get up...I want that ass," the wolf said, taking another drink from the beer bottle.

The mouse gasped. Sucking the guy's dick was one thing, but...to get mounted by a stranger while trying to do his job? He opened his mouth to try and ask to just finish him off or leave, but the wolf growled a little, apparently not wanting any explanations. With his free paw, he gripped at the collar of the white button-up shirt Jules was wearing and yanked him up, before shoving him over top of the desk, scattering the keyboard, mouse, and speakers to the sides and floor. Jules' glasses were justled, suddenly left askew on his face, but that was the least of his worries at the moment.

"I said, I want that ass, faggot boy," the wolf growled, obviously getting lost in his horniness. He set the beer bottle down beside Jule's head and used a paw to push down on the weaker mouse's back while reaching around and under him to tug open his belt and soon get his pants open. Apparently not too concerned with the mouse's own arousal, he used both paws to tug Jules' pants to the ground along with his underwear.

"Hoo boy...sure you ain't a girl, boy? You sure got an ass like one," the wolf said and sharply smacked at the bubbly mouse butt exposed. Jules wiggles and squirmed on the desk, his paws trying to find purchase on something as he blushed and tried to beg the wolf to let him up, "Now...since ya didn't wanna listen...think I need ta punish ya."

Jules didn't like the sound of that at all. The wolf lifted the beer bottle. With little warning, Jules found the lip of that bottle pressing to his tight pucker. He squeaked out loudly in pain, feeling it stretching his hole before popping in and sinking deep inside of him. He gasped and could actually feel the glug, glug, glug of the over half-full bottle of beer emptying its contents into his ass.

All the while, the other paw was pressed firmly to his back to keep his chest to the desk. Jules blushed intensely and whimpered while forced over the edge of the desk, forced to accept a beer enema. He gasped suddenly, feeling the bottle being slowly slid in and out of his hole, stretching him further each time the wolf pushed it back into him.

"Haha, lookit that. Bet I could shove this whole fuckin' thing up yer ass and you'd love it," the wolf told him while fucking Jules' tight butt with the beer bottle. And then, suddenly, Jules moaned out, hips jerking a little bit. The wolf had found his prostate with the bottle and shocks of pleasure were hitting him.

The wolf laughed again, really starting to fuck him with the bottle, the beer sort of sloshing around inside of him while his paws gripped at the cable attached to the computer. Below him, his average-sized mousehood was bobbing and jerking like crazy. His toes were curled as the wolf kept pounding his hole with that bottle. Another moan slipped out of him as the mouse failed at keeping himself from humping back at the bottle.

"Ho shit...yer getting' off on this aintcha. Ya gonna spunk all over just from a fuckin' bottle? You want to cock, dontcha?" the wolf asked with a bit of a sneer before smacking the mouse's ass sharply with his free paw, causing Jules to yelp in pain, his hole clenching tighter around the bottle.

Jules tried to shake his head and deny the older wolf anything, but as his mouth opened, he moaned again. The wolf laughed a bit, "Yeah, yeah...fuckin' faggot. Here, since ya did such a good job, I'll give ya a nice tip."

The mouse suddenly gasped as the bottle was tugged from his hole and he felt the wolf spit lewdly onto his upturned pucker. He could feel it oozing down until the tip of the wolf's cock pressed to him and sunk in without much warning, causing Jules to cry out loudly. The mouse blushed deeply at how he was acting, his toes curling lightly as inch after inch of the wolf's cock sunk into him.

The wolf's paws both gripped at the slender mouse's hips and growled in pleasure as his hips pressed to those globes of mouse butt, his knot nestled in between them. Without any further words, the wolf began to take his pleasure of the mouse, pulling back only to sink back into that warm tightness surrounding him, leaving Jules to try to hang out as much as he could.

The mouse's moans began to grow as he got fucked over the desk, the thrusts firm and forceful. He shuddered on his feet, knees beginning to feel a little bit weak as he once again found himself coming close. The mouse's shaft continued to bob up and down with each thrust, the mouse's precum splattering over the underside of the desk repeatedly. It wasn't long before Jules was moaning out loudly and his orgasm snuck up on him. The wolf's cock continued to batter at his prostate and the mouse cried out, hips humping back desperately as he came hard, mouse jizz splattering across the floor and the bottom of the desk.

The wolf behind him growled and groaned out more loudly as he felt the mouse cum simply from getting fucked by him. He couldn't help to get a sense of pride making a guy cum just from his dick. The extremely tight squeezing of the wolf was certainly enough and he growled out, tugging Jules' hips back against him while sharply thrusting into him. Jules tried to fight against the wolf, but it was no use. Thanks to the stretching of the beer bottle, the knot forced him wide and popped into the mouse. The wolf's spunk began to flood Jules' ass, his hips thrusting firmly into him.

"Aw fuck, boy...uhn, get that cum..." the wolf growled out, his strong paws firmly gripping the mouse's hips while grinding his cock deep into the mouse boy. Jules had no idea how he'd gotten to this point. His ass hurt from the knot locked with in him, the last few spurts of mouse spunk being drawn out as he finished.

Both males stayed there for awhile, the wolf not saying anything as he remained locked within the nerdy mouse. Jules wouldn't have even known what to say if he'd wanted to speak. He was still getting over his hands-free orgasm, the cum soaking into the carpet of the den by now. After just a few more minutes, the older wolf grunted and yanked sharply. Jules squeaked out in pain as the knot was tugged forcefully from his ass, leaving him gaping, cum drooling down his thighs as he panted heavily, still bent over the edge of the desk.

After a firm smack to the mouse's ass, the wolf tossed the empty beer bottle into the trash can, "Git fuckin' dressed and get out. Might be getting' a new entertain system in a few weeks, I'm gonna ask fer you again," he said before going into the bathroom just outside of the den and shutting the door firmly. Jules did as he was told, feeling utterly humiliated as he quickly got dressed again, but before he left, he made sure to put the keyboard, mouse, and speakers back in place. One had to maintain an air of professionalism, after all.