FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Not a Muscle By fastbreak333 Lead character by Basil Ramley

Another morning, another hour spent on the internet. Sitting in his leather chair, the bear-fox hybrid yawns a bit as his computer runs his internet browser. He scratches his chin as he checks the usual sites: Youtube, Tumblr, his mail, and a few webcomics. He rubs his slightly chubby belly as he sits in the nude, too lazy to change into his clothes for now. His eyes are still a bit glazed as he had slept an hour less than usual. He never noticed the muscular wolf that sneaked behind him or his devious grin.

Suddenly, he sees a taut razor wire coming from above his head and lining up against his throat. He places his hands on the armrests, but before he could even begin to turn around, the wire immediately rushes across from his throat to the back of his neck. It was so quick and painless, as if the wire treated his flesh and bone like a knife does to warm butter. "I hope you don't mind me interupting your day off," says the wolf, "But I thought you'd like something to spice up your day."

The bear-fox wanted to use his legs to rotate his chair and demand the wolf to say what he's done, but he can't will his body to do so. His body is still breathing and full of life, but he can't move it an inch. For that matter, he can't speak either thanks to his severed vocal chords. He can only look around, wiggle his ears, maybe even open and close his mouth. "I'm sure you realized you can't move," says the wolf, "That's because I decapitated you. However, your head is still perfectly on your neck, so you still have a chance to live. All you have to do is not move, not even an inch, or you will fall off and make your workspace a lot more... messy."

Jay still sits there, stunned and statuesque as he still processes the terms of the wolf's sudden challenge.

The wolf finishes his speech, "If you don't move a muscle by the time I come back from work, I promise to stitch you up from that spot. Good luck, Jay."

With that, the wolf blows a kiss to Jay and he carefully closes the door, knowing that even some sudden vibrations will make that head topple over. Jay internally curses Jeff. Of all days, why would he decide to do something like this on his day off? Running a local television station isn't easy, especially when its programming involves gratuitous violence! He thinks about trying this against the next citizen who rushes in to complain about his content; just runs right into the office and doesn't realize the razor wire across the doorway. Schwing! That'd be a hoot. He sighs in defeat, knowing he has no choice but to play his roommate's game. Jay continues to sit there in the meantime, straight at his computer screen as he can only look at the minimalist search engine. So much white with only that four-colored logo to keep him from going crazy. He only wishes it was a special day so he could at least have an animation to look at, but no, all he gets are those boring serif letters with a rectangular box and two buttons underneath.

He looks down, seeing his keyboard. He notices that the letter on the C key looks a bit faded. He should think about taking care of that. Do people sell keyboard stickers or are they just painted on every key? He looks even lower and realizes something: his body is not only alive, it's getting horny. Why in the world is his cock getting stiff now? He starts to get fearful about whether his body will climax just by sitting here. It would definitely make his body spasm and he'd fall off! He internally wills it to shrink, but it still stays fully erect.

Keeping his mind off his wooden rod, he ponders on what drove the wolf to do this. Did he push him too far? He does rope in into his programs for a live presentation of total evisceration. He chuckles internally about the time he rammed a large, spiked rod into the wolf's anus and out of his mouth. There was so much blood that he had to apologize to the janitor for working all night to scrub it off the floors. Thankfully, a sponsorship equipped the bear-fox with packs of Dead-Away. The jingle still amuses him: the handy spray that keeps the reaper at bay!

He suddenly hears some loud noises outside. He looks at the clock, which reads half past one. The construction workers are back to fix the cracked sidewalk. The loud jackhammer echoes throughout the street and terrifies Jay. What if he gets nudged off his body? It could be loud enough to do that! Sadly, he can't even whisper, much less yell to the workers to stop construction. All he can do is look to the right and sweat a little. He focuses on nothing but the noise for a few hours.

As it finally came to a halt, he immediately looks down. He's relieved to see that he can still see his body below him, flaring cock and balls ready to let loose at any second. He tries not to think about it, hoping that there won't be any other distractions like needing to scratch his nose.

He then curses himself as his nose suddenly itches. He makes a cross-eyed glare toward the black nose, feeling like there's tiny sprinkles rubbing against it. He sweats once more, wanting more than anything to just reach above and scratch it, but his body still rests his hands on his chair as two useless appendages.

And worst of all, it still hasn't faded away his fears of his impending orgasm. He looks down his red-and-brown body, wishing... no, praying for his cock to just settle down. He looks back at his itchy nose, then his cock, then his nose again. He's starting to sweat bullets, which then makes him weary of that as well. What if the drops offset the balance of his head and he tilts to the left? What if one drops on his penis and it gives his body a jolt? He can't stop these fears from pounding his head, adding another over whether the wolf knows where he stashes the Dead-Away. He hears a car pulling up, not even thinking over whether that's Jeff or not, just apprehensive over the nose knocking him off.

Holy shit, somebody just fix me already!!!

Ending A The wolf huffs loudly as he enters the small home and shuts the door behind him. He takes off his jacket and tosses it on the couch. Rubbing his forehead in fury, he curses today with a loud F-bomb. He knows that cashiers can take a lot of crap, but why did he had to get three customers in one day who wouldn't stop bitching about outdated coupons? Can't these morons even read the fine print for just five seconds?

As Jeff sighs, feeling the aspirin taking effect, he suddenly remembers he had something to look forward to. He enters the bear-fox's bedroom and turns to the left to face him.

Jay's body twitches a bit as he's slouched into his chair, his neck bloody and exposed to the wolf. Looking down, Jeff finds a massive, crimson stain on the carpet. Complimenting the center of that blatant blemish is Jay's head, looking up with his mouth agape as his eyes already fade, as if questioning the wolf for what he did.

Jeff then smacked his forehead with his right hand. He closed the door too hard and Jay fell off afterward. He was so ticked that he didn't even hear the head collide with the floor. He finally got the bastard and he didn't even get to observe the results. Completely livid, he punts the head as it rolls awkwardly under the bed.

"Fuck this day."

Ending B Jay hears the jingling of the keys and the rattling of the knob as the wolf enters carefully. He wishes he could visibly sigh in relief as he hears his bedroom door open. He's even afraid to smile at this point as he stays perfectly still for his roommate.

The wolf looks directly at him with a smile, his cobalt grey hand reaching out to carefully pet his cheek as Jay can only look to the left. Then Jeff says something that made him realize that he's completely screwed.

"You left your webcam on. I saw you blink."

Before he could even ask how he managed to find the time to watch him through his webcam, he felt himself lifted off his own neck. Both exposed stumps suddenly shoot out pints of blood, the body twitching involuntarily as he finally cums, getting spunk on the underside of Jay's desk as well as the carpet beneath his feet.

At his perspective, Jay only look at the wolf's regular chest, unable to gander at the wolf's pleased look, taking in every moment of his body spasming as the blood and spunk start to decrease. He is then held up to the wolf's eye level as he finally mouths off what he wanted to say since he was lifted off his shoulders.

"No fair."

Jeff only smiles and mouths back, "I know." He carries the head under the crook of his arm as the blood finally dies down. The body slouches in an awkward position, his butt almost off of the chair as he breathes a lot more slowly. Jay's head finds it hard to focus as he's taken out of the bedroom, trying his best to fight death, but failing as he can't resist closing his eyes. He manages to get a glimpse at something on the low table before he perishes: an oval plaque with his name engraved at the bottom.

Ending C As Jeff enters his home very sneakily, he immediately tiptoes to the bedroom, his wolfy tail wagging at the very patient hybrid for staying still as promised. He chuckles at how Jay has been staring at Google's homepage for nine straight hours. He doesn't seem bored though, he looks more relieved.

"I'm impressed," says Jeff, "I would knock you off right now, but I am a wolf of my word. So you better stay still for this because putting you back on will require a tremendous amount of stitching."

He then reaches into the pockets of his jacket as he shuffles about calmly. Then he starts looking in the pockets of his jeans more frantically. He then looks around the floor of the bedroom and then the living room, swearing in the meantime. He even looks outside in shock.

As he returns, he stutters, "H-hey, um.... so I don't really, uh, have it with me right now. So if you mind waiting like this for a couple more... hours, then I promise I'll sew your head back on. Be right back!"

As Jeff runs back to the driveway, keys in hand, he thinks of all the possible places he could've left the thread at the grocery store where he works. It has to be that thread as well, no ordinary thread will do! He starts the car, thinking about the complications and ramifications of magic.

When Jay hears the car drive off, he berates himself for not asking Jeff to scratch his nose.

Ending D The bear-fox finally calms himself as he hears the front door open. The wolf then enters Jay's bedroom and sees that he's been standing still all along. He smiles when he's finally in his line of view as the wolf smiles back.

"Good Jay," he says, "You did exactly what I said. Now here's your reward for being so patient with me... an old-fashioned twist."

As Jay gets a puzzled look on his face, he suddenly finds himself lifted off his shoulders. To his surprise, he doesn't feel anything gushing from his neck. He's then turned around to see that his body isn't bleeding as well, still breathing and rock hard.

"I lied," chucked Jeff, "You were never in danger of dying. That razor wire is infused with some magical properties so that it cuts anyone harmlessly. Make no mistake though, you can't move regardless. After all, how can a body move without a brain attached?"

He snickers as he walks out of the bedroom, head in one hand and the zipper in his other hand. Jay's ears twitched a bit at the sound of the wolf's jeans unfastening. Then he gets lowered quite a bit as the wolf sits down and finally feels something forcing his throat to stretch a bit. He silently coughs as the appendage starts to work its way up until he is finally pushed down to his throat, shocking him as he looks down to find a familiar cock sticking out of his mouth. The hybrid head has been mounted as the wolf's member penetrated him throat-first.

"I've had a long day at work, so you better satisfy me," he says, "Oh, and if you even think about biting my cock, I'm throwing straight into the trash. Got it?"

If Jay could, he would nod at his order. As much as he would want to chomp this bastard's dick, he's still a bit hopeful that maybe Jeff will put him back later. He can only press his tongue against the bottom of the cock as he feels it grow a bit. At least it doesn't taste too sweaty.

Ending E Suddenly voiced, Jay's head says, "Screw this," and with the power of bullshit, he sprouts wings at the sides of his head. Flying off his neck, he zips through the window, shattering it, and flies off toward the sunset. Leaving his body and old life behind, he wonders about the road ahead.