FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Chapter: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MaIdU8wvvQQ

The last few days since my encounter with the wolf dog were exceptionally boring. I had made my week's worth of coin in the one day so the Mistress left it up to me what I wanted to do. Of course I tried to get clients but with the Britari still in port in just was not going to happen. I had mostly been sitting around, cleaning tables and greeting guests.

I had helped the Mistress run a few errands in town such as getting some fruit and fish. I took a few letters to her mother and came back with some, which was of course less than pleasant but in all honesty I wasn't too bothered by it and the guards had gotten used to my presence. For once in my live I felt like something more than just a whore and It felt enlightening.

As I was coming back from the council hall a few days ago I saw the strange ships leaving port and making their way back to where ever they came from. The guards seemed to have calmed down once they started leaving, and no one seems to know why they even came. Rumors had it that they were not a talkative bunch, but asked a lot of questions about our society. Other than that they just stood and watched us, talking amongst themselves. They always traveled in pairs or more depending on where they were going, and were always armed with unique weapons adorned in gems and made of rare materials. They didn't wear any sort of metal body armor though, it was all leather and straps. Every now and then one would have metal shoulder piece or torso, but never a full set.

I walked over to my dresser and looked at myself in the old blurry mirror. It was still good enough to be used in ways such as getting dressed or making sure your fur was combed evenly, but as far as trying to put earrings on it was useless. Luckily I had learned to do that by feel thanks to one of the girls a while back. I could not even see the shine of my jewelry in the damned thing.

I had been keeping better care of myself and making myself look better than normal in case the wolf dog stopped by again, which was very likely if I heard him right. I was wearing only my best clothes and constantly managing my coat to make sure that it was not getting knotted. I wanted to look my absolute best in case he did come by. However there was always the chance that if he did, he could be with his ship mates and then he could not possible be able to even talk with me.

Hell I don't even know why I was even trying really, I was a whore and there was no way he was even going to fall in love with me, regardless of who I really am on the inside. Even if he did somehow manage to fall in love with me I was trapped in this damn house on this damn island with no way to leave. The only way to ever leave is when I had paid off my dept, which was going to take at least another 5 or more years depending on my client count. Client count was of course something these Britari were not helping by any means, boasting about their "religion" and its rules. Most of the natives here shrugged it off and went on their way, while a few saw it as law.

I could not help but feel so defeated and let down, wanting to pound my fists on the dresser and cry, but I knew that would not help nor make the situation better. I was truly thankful for the position I was in as being a whore in a brothel instead of a builder, but it still wasn't as good as being free and back on the mainland. Even though I had only known that type of existence for a short period of time, I still remember what it felt like to be alone, doing as you pleased all day.

I gathered the necklace the wolf dog had given me and looked at it, as if I was God looking down at the world. What meaning could this have, and why would anyone bother giving me such an object? I showed it to the mistress explaining that I had found it on the road and asked her what she could make of it. She told me that it had some sort of religious significance though she didn't know any more than that. She also added in there that it could fetch a good bit of coin because of the gem and the material it was made of.

Today was probably the only day since Felix had given it to me I had chose not to wear it. It made me feel as if I was chasing after something I could never have, something to expensive and exotic for someone as filthy and poor as me to ever afford. Filth was all I was, whether it was my choice or not didn't matter.

I opened my small jewelry box and placed the necklace inside and closed the top sighing to myself, trying to cling on to that one thing that everyone lived for. I was beginning to find it ironic how happiness was seaming absent when needed and then come out of nowhere when it really wasn't needed.

There was a sudden knock on my door and for a moment I was startled, but realized that I had been paying any sort of attention to what was going on around me. "Come in" I replied as I finished getting dressed. Aino peaked her head through the door, always making sure I was decent before coming in, and then came all the way in with her arms crossed against her chest.

"You have a customer." she said with a grin across her muzzle. "Some white panther out there asked if we had any boys, and I told him we did have a fox. When I say white panther, I do mean his fur is pure white, which is unheard of for a panther isn't it?"

"Yea, but sometimes furs get lucky, and some get unlucky. How does he look?"

"Well he is a little big, not like fat I just mean build wise. Very handsome face that has a scar going down the left side of his eye across his cheek. That however makes him look very fierce, speaking of which his eye are... just amazing. I looked at them when he first said something to me and I was both scared and comforted at the same time, which of course made me stumble over a few words. He speaks our language very well, and has coin. What more could you want?"

I was truly more intrigued by the fact the said panther had white fur more than he wanted my services. Panthers were always, at least to my knowledge were always black, sometimes with a slight hint of purple like Rangi's. Than it dawned on me that it was a panther, and for what reason a panther would be in a whore house was very interesting.

"You can send him in, I'm half dressed and would rather not make him wait for me to get dressed only to take it off 5 minutes later."

She opened the door a little more to expose the already awaiting panther to my sights, and cocked her grin even bigger "Done. I thought it best just to bring him since one way or another you were going to earn some coin."

The panther outside of my door was at least 3 or 4 stone heavier than Rangi, and his fur much softer looking and moving more freely. He also looked well groomed and taken care of, and to my surprise didn't wreak like commoners. His eyes were pure green, very much like the color of healthy grass, and I found that everything Aino had said about him to be completely true, which was hardly ever the case.

He wore some formal dress that was unfamiliar to me completely, it was similar to Britari royalty, but had less flair and looked a hell of a lot more functional. This suggested that he must have a great deal of coin to be wearing something like that on this island, or anywhere else. From what I could gather, he certainly was not from the islands.

Aino simply bowed her way out of my room, and closed the door behind her. The panther walked around me doing a full circle, giving me a once over. Not very many patrons did this, but a few did to see if I would be worth their time. I could never understand why someone would be so picky over a whore, we were just here to be used, disposed of and forgotten about.

He eventually stopped in front of my and gave the "down and back up" look over, and grinned. Apparently I would be suitable enough for him to do anything with, which made me happy and terribly disgusted at the same time.

"What's your price?" he asked plainly looking into my eyes.

"What do you want?" I asked putting on the same playful smile I had for every customer I have always had. You had to make them feel important, desired, and above all like they are in control and not you. However, the whore must never lose control else injury or even death could happen. People like me always had to be watching our clients movements, their paws and the way they do things. We were never allowed to fully enjoy, or more likely detest what was going on while we were with a client.

"A full service." he smiled, uncovering his large feline fangs. Its wasn't threatening I knew, but felines should just not smile period. No matter how they tried, it was always enough to startle you for a second with fear.

"A full service is two crowns." I said walking around him with my paw dragging around his shoulders, digging my claws in just enough to lightly touch the skin.

He dug into his pockets and I heard his paws gathering up coins. He pulled his money out of his pockets and handed me two crowns. "Seems reasonable, If you are good, you can have the rest of what I have here". He put the rest of the coin on the top of the dresser and from what I could quickly count was about another crown and some pence.

With that I stopped in front of his and put my paws inside of his plainly adorned label and started rubbing the side of his chest and above his hips. I rested my paws on his hips and pulled myself in to kiss him. Finding no resistance we started exploring the inside of each other's maws and I could feel him sliding my unbuttoned vest off of my shoulders and down my arms. I did the same with his lapel and lifted his plain undershirt over his head, effectively breaking the kiss so we could get undressed.

I reached for the crotch of his pants and started undoing the plain silver buttons that fastened them to his hips while he massaged my ears. I found my way through the four silver buttons quite easily due to several years of practice, and sliding the down his legs. I was greeted with the panthers bulging sheath with just the tip of his penis sticking out. I could feel his paws shift on my head, grabbing my head fur into a fist. I also notice his breathing shutter slightly as a moved a paw towards his cock.

I wrapped my paw around his sheath and started to slowly rub it, coaxing more of his member out with each stroke until I had the first few inches out. His size match his body size, he was as thick as a broomstick and even at this point as hard as one too. No doubt he has had tons of sexual experience before, or he was just extremely pent up.

I took his member into my muzzle, keeping my right paw and the base and started sucking him. I wrapped my tongue around his member while I moved my head and I could feel his paw grabbing harder onto my fur, and his other paw resting on the top of my shoulder. I kept my movement slow and steady while he kept getting my aroused. At this point he was a good 7 inches and still getting bigger, and now was thicker than a broomstick and going on a garden hoe.

It certainly wasn't the biggest I've ever handled, but size never mattered to me anyone since I didn't want to have anything to do with it in the first place. I was merely forced the play this part, and it was better than working the fields. At this point I had to make myself aroused because nothing really did it for me, and this panther was included. I felt nothing special, pleasant, or even remotely interesting about sexually pleasing this feline.

I felt him release the fur on my head and I looked up at him. He had his maw opened and his breathing was slightly off rhythm. I released the cock from my own muzzle and laid down on my back with my tail covering my own genitals as a tease, even though I was still wearing pants.. He moved over me, dragging his sheath along my tail where it covered my own and meeting me for a kiss. I could feel his right paws rubbing my chest, down the center of my body down to my own pants as we further explored each other's muzzles.

My pants were simple and held to my waist by a simple string tied into a knot, that was of course easy to undo. Lord forbid that we made it difficult for our clients to undo our dress, though sometimes I would wonder the confusion of the client. However this was not the case and I felt my pants loosen and slip down my legs and off to what end of the room I was not sure.

I tried to cover myself with my tail again to make it more teasing, but he was quick and pinned it down with one of his paws. He came back in for another long kiss before breaking it and lifting my legs past his torso and dragging me closer to him. I could feel his member dragging across my tailhole as he worked both himself and I up to the inevitable. I could feel how hard and thick he was as he gently poked my hole with the tip of his member, gently trying to gain entrance.

I wasn't exactly hoping for anything exciting, but the lack of foreplay left some things to be desired. However the quicker he would hurry up and be done the less time I have to spread my legs and feel like an object. Hell , I've seen object be better taken care of by their owners than I was by a client.

Apparently the panther felt the same way as I felt him push up against my hole. He didn't bother taking it slow either as he just pushed straight in. However it didn't hurt or even bother me in the slightest. I was so used to being abused that my body was always ready and just knew what to do. I just laid there as he rammed his member in and out of my hole, pretending I liked it by panting and letting out a few moans.

It didn't take him long to release his load into me, but was not done. He picked me up and pushed me against the wall facing it. I could feel him being able to stick his dick further into me, and pushing hard enough to have to struggle holding myself against the wall. He kept this up for a good while before he exploded inside me again.

I was hoping by now he would be spent but I turned out to be wrong. I had to admit by this point that the tip of his dick was starting to hurt my insides due to the feline "spikes" that all cats had on the head of their members. I could feel in rubbing my insides and I could tolerate for a while, but not forever and I was reaching my limit.

I was thankful for the amount cum that he managed to release inside me which while helped protect from the spikes, did not do so entirely. However it felt a hell of a lot better I could imagine than if he would have lasted this long without doing so. I could tell he was getting tired as well being into his third go around. He hadn't bother to put me in a new position, most likely in order to keep going uninterrupted, but it didn't bother me and I wasn't having to brace myself so strongly now.

I could feel him losing rhythm in his movement and they were not where near as strong as there were when he had started. I never the less kept pretending to enjoy for more his sake than mine, but in complete honesty I was board even before he had started. I suddenly felt his member slip out of my hole, along with a good bit of his seed. I cringed a little bit as the tip of his member slipped out but I didn't let him see it caused pain.

I continued to hold myself against the wall as he got dressed. I heard the sound of coins being set down on the dresser and then my door open and close. I literally collapsed on the floor in pain as soon as I heard it close, and whimpered out loud.

I have had the feeling now of being ripped apart both physically and mentally, struggling with myself and my age. My body was getting old and used and was going out of prime, and my willingness to live fading. I was waking up every day at this point tired and wanting to go back to sleep. I had absolutely no focus on whatever task I was doing, and my back was right leg were always in pain. So many things have lead to these feelings and pains, but nothing I could ever do would fix them, not that there was anything I could do.

I had come to terms a long time ago that even though I had a real chance to earn my freedom, that by time I did I would rather be dead. I would be too old to be desired, especially by another male. physically unable to do any sort of demanding activities, and having sex would feel the same as it does now, pointless and boring.

I wanted to pick myself up off the floor, walk to the baths and just cry in solitude. I wanted to just pretend that I could make all of this just go away like it was all a dream. But I knew that it was not possible to do either and I simply just curled into a ball, tucking my head under my tail and forced myself to sleep.