FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Commissioned by FoxyJ

Commission info: https://www.sofurry.com/view/611471

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Foxy pushed through the throng of furs at the queue to the toilet, his ears flicking along to the tune of the music blasting from the stereos, and he was doing his hardest not to spill his drink from his Solo cup while he tried to get back to his friends. It really was a mad a party, the frat house was filled to the brim with furs, and at this hour, things were getting wild, too, with a rather hot cougar standing on a table and swinging his shirt over his head while showing off his dance moves and his bare torso...nice enough to make the slightly pudgy fox even blush a little...damn...nice abs, he thought...

There seemed to be furs making out everywhere, too, the couch a real row of girls getting tongue in the muzzle from some guys...Foxy snuffled...everyone else was getting lucky except he was, he thought with a hint of regret...oh well, maybe one day...he could enjoy the dancing and chatting up with Carla and Louisa and Benji and just have other kind of fun...he could wake up happily, sore in the head, and with lots of embarrassing selfies on Facebook...he might snap another one soon, if he could just find Louisa...that girl surely would want to pose with the funny fox...

"FUCK!"

He'd collided with something solid and fuzzy, hard enough that his cup flew to the side and landed somewhere, not really on whatever he'd smacked at, but still, he staggered backwards, stepped over someone's tail and got a loud yelp from behind him, making him jump and swivel, and then step onto the solid wall of fur´, again, while getting a faceful of a yapping coyote whose tail was now sore...

"WHAT THE HELL YOU'RE DOING DUDE!"

"Calm down," a deep, dark voice spoke from behind Foxy, making him shiver, his ears tingling as he saw the coyote's ears jump, too, and he, after baring his teeth once more, walked away, muttering something to himself.

Foxy stood there, as if paralyzed, unable to move for a few moments before he felt paws on him, turning him over, and he was then face to face with the biggest wolf he'd ever seen, something like seven feet tall, huge, built like a footballer, and staring down to him with a rather scary expression on his muzzle.

"What're you doing running onto furs like that?"

Foxy's ears flattered, fully expecting a punch or something to come soon, surely the tiger was going to snap at him for colliding with him and almost spilling his drink at him...his shirt did have a couple of sports, maybe Foxy had even caught him with his beer...

"Uhhhm..."

The tiger's paws brushed over his arms, briefly, before he folded them over his chest.

"Well, you too drunk to speak?" the tiger grumbled.

"Uhhh...sorry?" Foxy mumbled. "I kinda missed you...was looking for a friend..."

"Well you better stop walking at furs when you're doing that, hah!" the tiger exclaimed. "You look like you need a breath of fresh air...why don't you come here..."

Foxy opened his muzzle to ask what the tiger had in mind, but he found himself pulled through the crowds, weaving at the wake of the tiger moving confidently as he cut a path for them to follow. They ended up to the door opening into the small back yard of the frat house, nothing fancy, just some grass and a basketball hoop above the sliding door for any frat dudes who wanted to shoot some hoops...but the air was fresh, and the music became stifled when the tiger pulled the door shut and the two of them simply stood there.

"Well, not so crowded now," the tiger smirked, "you alright?"

Foxy couldn't help but stare at the sexy tiger, he was so tall, with buff arms, a cool, swinging tail, and a firmly set muzzle, looking at the short fox with keen interest now. Foxy's tail tucked between his legs as he felt being under such scrutiny. He couldn't help but blush...

"Uhmm...yeah...uhh...thanks for not punching me or something..." Foxy giggled nervously.

"Whut?" the tiger frowned, "a cute guy like you?"

Foxy's eyes widened, and his ears flicked quickly...and landed against the tiger's big paw, for he'd put it over the crown of his head and tousled his head furs, just like that!

"Not a chance..."

Foxy's blush only intensified after being touched, and he let out another giggle, really so very surprised by the fact that the tiger was so paws-on...touching him so casually, just like that, after meeting him...two minutes ago?

"Uhhh...thanks?" Foxy mumbled.

"No prob!" the tiger squeezed his shoulder, quickly, his tail swaying behind him as he looked down at the fox and smiled. "Name's Christian, what's yours?"

"Ouhmmm....Foxy," the fox replied shyly. "That's what everyone calls me."

"Cool!" the tiger said. "At least it's a name that fits...like...if I'd be called Stripes!"

"Uhhh...yeah..." Foxy chuckled nervously again, "eh..."

"Hahahah, you really are shy!" the tiger said. "Nice...I like shy...always makes me think you guys have some sort of a dirty secret you want to hide...heheh..."

Foxy gave the tiger a surprised look.

"Really?"

"Sure!" the tiger poked his chest with his thumb, gently, though, not hard enough to hurt. "Never stops me wondering...heheh..."

The tiger sure laughed a lot, Foxy thought, and it was loud, and made him seem even hotter, laughing that easily, just like that.

"Ohh...wow...I never knew..." Foxy said.

"Well it's your secret, you're not gonna spill it out just like that!" the tiger winked.

"I...I guess not...if it's a secret..." Foxy mused, not really sure what the tiger was going at.

"Hahah, you bet!" the tiger said.

They stood there quietly for a moment, Foxy not sure what to say, the tiger seemingly content to just sniff the night air, until, that was, when he dipped his big head down and started to speak to him once more.

"So, you're here with friends?"

"Yeah," Foxy said, "just some friends...uh...how about you?"

"Nnaaah," the tiger swiped his tail behind him, "just came here to hang out because some random furs invited me, they were boring though, hangers-on, heh...don't like that kind of low hangers..."

Foxy almost spluttered - that had sounded so dirty, somehow, and he couldn't even really explain just why it sounded so...so much so...

"Hahahah, why're you looking at me like that?" the tiger poked his chest again, "aren't you a sweet thing..."

Did the tiger just call him...

"Owwww, you're a cute guy..."

Now he seriously did call him...CUTE?

"Hahah...come on..."

Foxy couldn't resist the tiger, he was tugged by the arm again, behind an abandoned-looking shed on the back of the yard, sandwiched between the tall wooden fence. Foxy could see a broken-down lawnmower resting against the wall...but that really was the last thing he noticed before the tiger pushed him against that very same wall, put his paws on his shoulders, and kissed him.

His eyes flew wide open, he gasped, snorted, moaned, did a lot of things all at the same time while the tiger exploded his muzzle with his tongue. It all ended way too soon...or so it felt like, their muzzles parting...the hot breaths of the tiger flushing over his face.

"Not so lonely anymore," the tiger smirked, licking his lips.

"You...you....YOU..." Foxy mumbled.

"This is more fun that drinking," the tiger grinned, "Don't you agree?"

"Uhh...yeah?" Foxy offered, panting, his dick so hard that he feared it'd burst out of his pants or something.

"Good," the tiger smirked, "because I know something that's even more fun..."

"Hmmm?" Foxy perked his ears.

The tiger grinned and have his shoulder a pat.

"Well your muzzle looks just perfect for a little something alright...though it's not very little...heheh..."

Foxy wasn't going to start arguing, not even with his pants getting wet from the grass when he was pushed to his knees...planting him at just about good height from the tiger's groin, which he could smell, deep, musky and fragrant, and...with the tiger's paw groping at it, trying to release his fly...

"Wow..."

"Oh, you didn't even see it yet!" the tiger chuckled, "hold on, let's not overdo it..."

The tiger dug himself out of his pants and now Foxy did gasp...and muttered another soft "wow" when the big, pink, musky dick appeared, so hard and throbbing and covered in angry barbs...and even though it was quite dark, he could see that the tip was wet...

"Come on, cutie, it's waiting right for ya," the tiger slurred, probably a bit drunk, while stroking Foxy's head furs, "just try it out..."

"Uhhh...I don't have to be convinced...lol..." Foxy chuckled a little, "uhh...just...first time..."

"I'm sure you'll do just fine," the tiger rubbed his ears, "just no biting and you'll do juuuuuust fiiiiine..."

Foxy's paws trembled when he reached for the pink snake jutting out of the tiger's groin...it felt...so warm under his fingers, so hot and...and...perfect...he moaned, from the musk, the arousal, from the sensation alone of having something so warm and nice in his paw, and listening to the tiger murr when he gave it a single stroke...it didn't feel much different from his own, except for the barbs and the lack of a knot...

"Hmmmmm..." the tiger purred.

Foxy licked his lips to make them wet, because he figured out some lubrication ought to be useful...and it did, as soon as that red tip suddenly poked against them, the tiger thrusting forward to get his dick into something nice and warm...and he did, a couple of inches when Foxy wasn't really paying attention...

"UUUMPH!"

He didn't exactly gag on it, but it was a lot all sudden, thrust over his tongue, throbbing there, musky and wet...and for the first time ever he tasted another man's dick...and he liked it...it was salty and meaty and ...

"Hmmmmmnice..." the tiger rumbled, rubbing his head furs again as he just let it stay there, letting the fox do whatever he wanted, for now, that huge cock imbedded in his muzzle.

Foxy tried licking it, his tongue soon itching with all the barbs rubbing around it, it just felt so amazing there, leaking ooze and musk against his tongue, impossible to do nothing but to swallow...

"Ohhhdothatagain," the tiger slurred.

And he did, and he tried sucking a little, actually suckling on the length in his muzzle, and it was good, it made him breathless since he could only breathe though his nosepad, full of musk, like his muzzle was filling with oozing liquid and more barbs than he could count.

He kept sucking, and the tiger, holding his muzzle, slowly thrust in and out of his tingling muzzle, really getting off at the fact he was getting head from a fox he'd only met minutes previously...tail swishing and banging against the wooden wall while his body rolled with tension...back and forth, butt cheeks clenching together inside the pants that sadly hid them from the general view while he pumped into the fox's slippery muzzle.

"Hmmm...gonna drop a load in there fox...you better swallow it, don't want it anywhere eeelseeeee...."

The tiger's jaws worked, but he bit them down, together, letting out dark huffs and grunts, his hard cock twisting as he blasted juicy cum down the fox's gullet with sharp burst that splashed onto his palate. He worked hard to swallow it all, with only a little dribbling over his chin, and then onto the fragrant grass on the ground. The tiger's constrained noises burned in his ears, even when the cock slipped noisily from his muzzle that was left hanging open...he breathed hard.

"Damn...that was good, " the tiger rubbed his ears again, and smiled, "wasn't sure it was gonna be this good, but you were great..."

"Uh...thanks?"

"Never thank for sex, it's rude," the tiger winked as he stuffed himself back into his pants, and offered a slightly messy paw, which Foxy took, and got to his wobbling legs.

"Uh...sorry," Foxy's ears flipped.

The tiger patted his butt with a paw that really made him jump, briefly, his tail swishing happily as he contemplated the fact that he'd had sex with a really big, really hot tiger.

"Now, we gotta go find this chick Louisa, she told me back at the Straight-Gay Alliance that there was gonna be a fox in need of cock in this party, and how could I say no to that?" the tiger smirked, paw resting on Foxy's shoulder.

"WHAT?"