FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Stretching out across a pristine lawn within the center of a park, a Quarter Horse of brown fur and fine stature lay with closed eyes. Taking in the sunlight, few clouds passed above to disrupt his basking, allowing him an uninterrupted rest in pure comfort. Despite the bustle of the city swirling about him mere feet outside the boundaries of greenery, the ears blocked out all manner of unwanted noise, taking in only the sounds of trees having their leaves rustled by a comforting breeze. Barely a soul walked past, being midday with most not exempt from the everyday happenings of living in such a place, but he counted his blessings for general freedom. Shifting position every now and again, he made sure to keep hold of the highest level of relaxation, he'd wrap his arms around and behind his head, leaning back with a soft sigh of content. A new sound pattered at his eardrum, faintly and seemingly far off in the distance, before he fluttered an eyelid open to look down at the ground. Before long his hazy mind pieced the sight and sounds as being of the same event, and quickly lifted his head.

"Oh, thank you kindly. Didn't mean to wake you, but you were blocking the path! You do a lot of good things for us, but you really should watch where you sleep, ya big lug!" A bipedal canine shouted out, but without ill intent, quite clearly chuckling after the words.

Keeping a jogging pace, the fellow moved along once the horse shook his head to clear the path of his dangling mane. Looking now, he realized he had moved quite a bit since originally resting. With his right knee raised in the air, he saw how his mighty shaft, fleshy black-toned and thicker than his arm, lay flaccid over the left side of his hip, with the glans dangling precariously just above the walkway. He saw how the path stayed free, for the most part, up to where the bottom of his black-dotted arm somewhat obscured the walkway. He was surprised the dog managed to sneak along his athletic torso and beneath his stretched appendage, but evidently his head itself became the problem; it was difficult for him to think about his face being one in the same with a giant road block, and the mane itself akin to a jungle when needing to shift past. Looking to his side, the trees on the same level as his large eyes, the horse was abruptly brought back to his reality. He was a gigantic horse, able to stand looming over most skyscrapers, and he knew he ought to keep better care to ensure everyone else would be able to live as normal, even with him around.

"Oh, and by the way, if you can still hear me! Make sure to have a good day!" The dog howled back, tail wagging happily, as he ran around a bend leading towards the city streets.

It brought a smile to the horse's face; to be thought of as a friendly giant like a never ending dream come true. He had been to lands where stories abound with horrors regarding any creature larger than a dozen or so feet tall, so it brought him great happiness to know that he'd be accepted in a world where the past had been evidently thrown into strife just by an individual taking a purposeful step over the wrong area. Any negative story which passed through his ears had been simply met with confusion, for he thought, "What could one gain from orchestrating such actions?" Besides, for him right now, the only thing that mattered happened to be the absolutely glorious day that threatened once more to bring him down, and he nearly fall asleep once more in a mid-afternoon nap. One last thing troubled him however, for something tickled at his senses for quite some time, with it finally becoming noticeable and quite a nuisance. Grumbling quietly, he'd reach for the afflicted area.

At first the tickling took place near his lower leg, concentrating where the black specks upon his fur stood out the strongest. It eventually climbed up the strong musculature characteristics of a horse's legs, before the inner thigh received the same feeling, albeit all the stronger. Whatever it was it remained persistent, as he recalled that being one of the reasons for his movement originally some time ago; the realization of it settled in with his more wakened conscious assessing the minor situation. Before long, a powerful tingle etched itself within the spine, causing him to shiver slightly and force another shake from his head, and a quiet groan to escape between his lips. A severe itch took place, right in the center of his testicles, with an embarrassing intensity. He never worried much about his body being in plain view to all the masses, save for times where he needed to take care of natural urges such as this. After all, most of the time, all he got was a very longing and joy filled stare from bystanders, knowing well that they admired what his body had to offer. Still, the itching grew stronger, and he couldn't help but reach down and give a gentle stroke, flopping the individual sides of the testicles, one after the other with a heavy thud as either one landed against the ground. Through that action he had casually pushed the shaft from his left leg, allowing it to slide and fall down to stay perfectly in line with the rest of his body; a soft roiling of earth shifting ever so slightly being heard from the weight.

Almost instant relief came from such a simple action that it became hard to believe. The feelings from below were increasingly becoming almost pleasurable yet surprising, as it simply seemed confusing given the context. However, almost immediately after pulling his hand away, a ruffling came to his fingers. Raising them up, he almost threw his head back in shock, for the source of his itch had become immediately apparent. Another horse, a black and white Paint, could be seen clinging onto a sea of brown fur. Upon being noticed, the smaller fellow looked back and waved, kicking his hooves against the digits to maintain balance and hold. Quickly flipping his hand, the larger equine ensured the smaller one was able to sit and rest upon his upturned palm. A small blush crossed over his face, as the thought of where the smaller creature was clambering around hit his mind, and he soon gathered that whatever had been going on, it was meant to be of good intention. Still, he had to wonder why exactly the other snuck around the genitals, even if he secretly wished to indulge upon that again.

"I have to admit, no one has ever tried getting my attention that way before." Laughing quietly to himself, he tried to mask the desires, speaking quietly so as to not sound too imposing.

"Well, I have to admit as well then, Shelton, that's probably because we've all been a bit too shy to attempt something like that! But, I figured I may as well try and break the ice. Seems to be working, don't you think?"

Allowing that to register, the Quarter Horse tilted his head. More of them, he had to think, and they all had that sort of idea floating around in their minds. That piqued him immensely, and not just because he found the thought to be rather endearing. Mostly he wanted to know exactly why those around him might think of that specific action, and just thinking about asking him caused him to squirm slightly. Reaching down with his free hand once more, he rubbed the leg which hadn't gained any itching, while hoisting himself to sit upwards to give better attention, being fully awake now. The smaller creature seemed to be no larger than a nostril on the larger horse; the Paint giggling at feeling the wind from each sniff.

"What exactly do you mean by that, little fella? Surely you don't mean you're actually attracted to me! I can't think of much a way that you, and me, could accomplish something of that nature together, do you? 'Fraid it wouldn't quiet fit, you know? Of course I don't mean to turn you down, but..." It appeared the smaller horse wished to speak, for his arms waved back and forth as he sat in the same position as Shelton.

"Oh, trust me, we understand very well that what you have isn't going to fit for us. That's just a silly prospect! I mean, even if you were our size, you'd still be... well, not compatible for our size limits, if you understand what I mean. You certainly did get the pride of being a horse coursing through your veins quite well!"

"Y-yes, that, um, may be true. Regardless, that doesn't matter too much right now, does it? Though I am curious, why do you keep saying we?" He blushed heavily at the prospect of what the Paint spoke of. He never quite took into account how large his groin region happened to be in proportion to the rest of his torso, and even more so that others thought so much about it.

"Well, spread your legs, ya big lug! And I don't just mean that in, well, you know!"

Breaking his large eyes away from the tiny dots of the other horse, he stared forward while letting the words sink in. Quickly batting his eyes once more, he did exactly as told, while at the same time leaning forward to look down. It was then that he realized plain as day why the Paint spoke in the manner he did, for indeed there stood a large crowd. To him they moved like specks in a wave, for all species and breeds composed the gathering. From reptile, avian, and all kinds of mammals, they stood before him and between the legs. Wiggling in place from surprise, he recognized many of the individuals as those he had helped in the past, each task ranging from completely menial to outright lifesaving ordeals. Even with Shelton's shaft lurching forward from the change in position, those at the front of the gathering wouldn't relent their position, and instead seemed to embrace it, as those few in the front instead wrapped their bodies around the head of the shaft, causing him to twitch slightly in surprise and outright bliss. A combination of skin types, suddenly against the bare and sensitive flesh, related to him as utterly exhilarating. Putting his hand down, knuckles upon the quadriceps, the smaller horse quickly took the opportunity to launch forth and land with a soft smack against the shaft, shouting up.

"We noticed how you don't have anyone around to truly do anything with. A lot of us worry it's a tad lonely for ya. We appreciate so much how you take care around us, but right now, it's time for you to just let!"

With that the mass of folk came forth, as if a timer had gone off, and all went about their business upon Shelton. Many of them began to climb up along the rotund balls, tugging at the skin ever so barely with the combined weight of several folk, giving him that same itching tingling as before, but in the current context, directed itself as being of the utmost pleasure. Bodies wiggled between the center crack of his testicles and below the resting member, all with intent to bring out the greatest and most hidden pleasures the giant may be able to feel. Others went up along his legs, pushing with all their might and working in unison as if trying to use their collective mass to orchestrate a larger scale massage. The same happened along his sides, where people stared longingly up at him in awe, before taking an otherwise dangerous climb up a living creature with their only interests in ensuring he feel the best possible.

It worked, alarmingly well in Shelton's mind, as the efforts of the smaller folk were visibly and physically prevalent. Almost immediately he felt the effects of smaller folk and their actions upon his body. Many of those still on the ground found purchase along the upper half of the shaft, which for only a short time longer rested inert upon the grass. Powerful thumping filled their eardrums as blood rushed with every heartbeat into the shaft, causing it to gain a higher poise each and every second. He watched with special interest, the Paint from before, with carefree abandon, sliding down the stalk of that shaft and right down to the base, where he tucked himself between the folds of fur and skin at the point which the member connected to the body to where he lost sight of the smaller equine. He flicked his head back quickly, feeling the distinct pressure of hooves pushing against the sensitive region, but otherwise loosing sight of the black and white body at his current angle.

Twitching upwards foot by foot, gaining altitude slowly yet steadily, the horse leaned back, placing his hands upon the ground and simply allowing the mob to go about their business. He was stunned at their efficacy at eliciting such pleasure to him, along with how happy they seemed in doing so. Clusters of individuals became increasingly spaced apart as the width of the shaft surged forth while the length yearned for new heights. In an effort of several minutes, enough of the giant's nerves had been enticed, which raised the shaft up like a monument for all those around who weren't in the park to bear witness upon its glory. It possessed a very faint curvature along the entire stalk, giving it a seemingly perfected and sculpted form. In his lax position it could be seen having grown to a similar height of his face, and those bystanders not part of the act would barely be able to see most of his torso from around the mighty black obelisk on account of it being so thick. Mere moments later he caught a waft of his own musk spread about in the air, blowing along to be eventually dispersed in the wind. It was always an enticing scent, even to him, but he had to wonder just how strong and empowering it might be over the minds of those literally clinging against it.

"My word, guys, it's as if you've practiced this somewhere. You know how to get right where it counts!" Speaking slightly louder, Shelton held back his voice through biting his lips.

Like clockwork the smaller creatures went to work, showing off their true potential upon the genitalia of the giant horse. Several of them latched around the bulging vascularity seen winding upwards along the massive flesh, slowly grinding their bodies along as if trying to aid the flow of liquids within. The bend of the member helped create superficial points of tension and ensured the folk wouldn't be clinging to a completely straight surface, allowing those scattered individuals to give kneading massages in a circular pattern. Many of them beat into it with talons, claws, and paws, not all at the same time, but instead on a rhythm, they all taking turns at specific seconds within a minute to give the impression that some other larger creature had been applying the pleasure this entire time. What amused him, partially, were those who managed cling upon the fleshy ring around the midpoint of his shaft. He never realized it, but for those much smaller than him, that portion of his anatomy functioned very well as an alcove. He watched as, occasionally, they climbed up or slid down to reach that point and simply laze there to take a break for a couple minutes, using the flesh as an area for comfort and rest.

What got to Shelton the most, above all, were the folk who used the true entirety of their body in assisting with the pleasure. A select few caved in to their own inner wishes and thrust upon him, using their own genitalia to grind and rub against his own. He wouldn't notice at first, but as the pulsing of his shaft increased in frequency and became all the more sensitive, he very well recognized their individual uses of anatomy. Long sighs became short quivering huffs, as for the first time the little bodies made him squirm with glee. To him the member appeared as a smooth and clean surface, but to those of normal size, they found a slightly porous and uneven region that made it all the easier to apply their massages and find locales perfect for thrusting forth. Eventually he could even feel the soft stroking of tongues here and there, bringing an incredibly faint wet warmth. As if in response, an imposing bead of pre surfaced from the urethral entrance before rapidly transitioning to a much more substantial stream. The feeling of their liquid, compared to his own, became one in the same. He simply couldn't hold back any longer.

Carefully reaching forth, shifting his weight upon his right side, the giant horse's left hand came forth to wrap itself around the flesh. Even his own body couldn't take care of itself on its own, so to speak, for that hand managed to only encompass barely over a forth of the circumference of the flesh. Yet a redeeming factor had come into play, and that was a mighty strength he possessed from being so naturally large; a powerful grip being what took hold. He very clearly felt but a sparse couple bodies wiggling between the fur of his fingers and skin of the shaft, but recognized it not as distress, but apparently pleasure. Grinning, he managed to give those few people a ride they'd never forget, squeezing them against the member and allowing them to sink down into it as a result to have them be closer than ever to his sex. Never had he felt such pleasure than at that moment, for those tiny bodies and the movements in combination with his own, massaged deep into the core of his shaft. The mighty head tilted forward, bringing his face closer to the shaft, nostrils flaring through breathing and enjoying the intoxicating scent of his male-hood.

"Ngh, however you guys... thought of this, thank you..." The words, while originally meant to come out as a soft whisper, echoed forth as nothing more than a slight whinny conveying that of pure ecstasy.

Pumping now at the shaft, Shelton pulled his head back to try and retain any amount of composure, pushing harshly with his thumb to angle the member away from his body in a futile attempt to relinquish control. He wanted to allow the crowd to take command once again, but the urges flooding his mind took precedence. It soon became an act that he quickly ceased regretting, for the motions caused an intensely pleasurable reaction between the smaller bodies and his own flesh. While lightly massaging his own flesh, the skin folded upon itself with the up and down strokes, causing the smaller folk to inevitably be caught up in it. This never dissuaded them from continuing their own actions, and in fact, seemed to be seen as reason to redouble their efforts. For the giant as well, it brought an evidently and exponentially raising level of bliss, for the feeling of those small bodies wiggling about, while partially and momentarily wrapped from the sensitive skin, had been a sensation he could never have dreamed of feeling on his own. Stronger spurts of pre shot forth as if an immense pressure had finally surfaced, allowing it to relieve itself and end up with a splat upon the ground not too far away beyond his hooves.

One final kicker of bliss formed itself right down where it all started, as his balls suddenly received an influx of pleasing feelings. Grabbing with hands and feet, those people who stayed behind near the ground wound up massing along the top of the two balls, stretching out their bodies while pulling them together again; bringing their hands and feet together, pulling the skin beneath the short fur, extracting one of the most unique forms of pleasure he had felt in his lifetime. He could feel with their bunched fists how their knuckles, along with their heels, managed to push heavily with combined weight down against the testicles. Tiny bumps in the movements teased heavily at the small veins hidden beneath, and the testes themselves. Hundreds of tiny hands worked at as much of his sexuality as physically possible for being so tiny, as the final piece to the puzzle to him attaining full bliss had been realized.

The Paint from before could be felt once again shifting about, in that region located between the shaft and the main body. He started kicking, harshly yet harmlessly for the larger horse, while grasping upon the loose flesh of the shaft behind him, to give one final and truly deep massage, able to exert enough force to push deep down beneath the skin and down into the body itself. A distinct flare began to form upon the glans of the shaft, spreading itself out like a hood for those beneath. Like moths to fire, those closest perilously launched themselves to grab to the nubs bulging out along the flesh, giving one final extra dose of zest to complete the equation. With one fell swoop, he released those within the confines of his hand, before squeezing intensely whilst grinding his teeth, pushing his thumb heavily against the flesh near the base of his shaft.

Shelton gained what he wished for previously, and lost control of himself instantly, albeit in a fashion he had not quite meant. Unable to hold back a moan, his entire body quaked heavily as the shaft rumbled with great intensity. Those down below heard sloppy noises of heavy liquid gushing forth, akin to that of a deafening waterfall, with the shaft they clung to bulging heavily. One single blink of an eye later resulted in enough time for the seed, sloshing and stewing within its own warmth, to erupt from the shaft with explosive force. Shooting hundreds of feet into the air, the first stream came down the instant that a second pulse had sent forth an equal amount of the heated and thick liquid. Raining down partially upon his own chest and head, his hand retaining its grip through the magnitude of the release. Giant globs of white fell down upon the trees which he laid next to not so long ago, coating them in a thick web. Apartments nearby, and the businesses that stayed close, received similar treatment and without prejudice, with the land being painted a thick coat of white. Several minutes passed by before the torrent had any indication of dying down. As it did, however, the giant equine found himself back down upon the ground, his back along still dry patches of grass, panting heavily, with everything else in the exact same position.

The Quarter Horse lost track of all time while laying down in the afterglow of the climax. Warmth flowed through him, not just due to the sunlight above, but literally coursing through his veins was the feeling of pure joy to keep him perfectly heated. He didn't even seem to notice the magnificent mess he created, both on himself and on the environment around him. One thing mattered right now, and that was the feeling of absolute bliss. Sighing out heavily several times, he felt as the shaft began to lose its rigidity, falling down slowly and gently with the aid of his hand, straight up along his chest line. Stroking it, shivering from the aftermath and prickling sensitivity, a soft grumbling formed in the place of coherent speech. The entire world didn't even exist, in his consciousness, until a very particular itching sensation could be felt climbing up along the side of his shaft, upon the athletically toned torso. Smiling, he didn't open his eyes, and simply counted down in seconds, until finally speaking.

"I take it this isn't your first rodeo with a creature as large as me, is it?" Shelton sighed the words out with a dreamy tone upon them, reminiscing. He felt a tiny body begin to lay itself down upon his right shoulder, and smiled wide at the sensation.

"You could say that I have a bit of experience with those as large as yourself. Sort of runs in the family, if you can believe that. A lineage, really."

"Then consider yourself a master at this. My god, I've never imagined such sensations, and you... all of you, brought it into being." Sighing quietly, his eyes opened, looking out across the park, it suddenly hitting him that his actions made more than just a small mess.

"Though, I don't suppose you all will mind if I take just a small nap before cleaning up, do you? I mean, I know it might be a bit of an inconvenience, but..."

"Oh, no, it's our fault anyways. Haha, it'd be rather rude of us to expect you to clean up all of our little actions, now wouldn't it? Besides, you need a break. Like I said, you do so much for us, so think of this like a reward. Though, hey, if you're around the park here next week... say, around the same time..." A blush formed on the smaller equine's face, and while it was left unseen by Shelton, he very well understood the softer and more shy tone in the otherwise sure voice.

"I'd be honored to come by again. Consider it a date!"