FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

_Copyright (c) 2015 Pomographer. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License (CC BY-NC 4.0).

Author's notes: No actual sex in this chapter, but next chapter will have some.

So you know what body type lies ahead: this chapter primarily features a curvy lop rabbit herm. Breasts are on the large end of realistic; penis is a bit under 2 feet, maybe 20 inches or so? The other character, a female cheetah, is more athletic, with smaller breasts, but she doesn't appear much here.

Some people have surprisingly strong opinions on what sexual equipment intersexed characters have (herms vs dickgirls and so on). I didn't think it was important for this story, so I've left it intentionally ambiguous (no mention of balls or vag, nor the lack of them). Imagine whatever you like.

Also, the herm character is referred to using female pronouns. I don't use words like "hir"._

* * * It was early on a Saturday morning, and Sydney was enjoying it just as one should: sleeping in a comfy bed covered in soft sheets. The dark-furred lop rabbit was lying face-down on her bed, but she dreamt that she was lying on top of her friend and roomate, Britney. In Sydney's mind, the soft warmth from her sheets felt like Britney's soft cheetah fur, and it just felt so nice to grind into and rub up against.

In the dream, Britney didn't seem to mind, and they both started nuzzling each other, exploring each other's bodies with their hands. Although of course they had never done this in real life (they were just friends!), Sydney's mind could apparently imagine quite well what it would feel like, and it felt like heaven.

Sydney gave out a light moan as her hands reached for and squeezed Britney's firm ass that she knew was back there. The two of them started to heat up as Sydney pulled their bodies together and--

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

"Sydney, hey hey hey! Rise and shine, time to go running, let's go!"

Sydney, naked and suddenly awake, groaned into the sheets. Even through the door to her room, her roomate was being way too noisy for the time of day. She missed the Britney from her dream; much calmer. She just let her hump and grope her, and didn't yell at her at...

7 AM?! Sydney thought, as she looked over at her alarm clock. "Come on, Brit, let me sleep! It's freaking 7 on a Saturday!" She stuck her head back down against the pillow, shutting her eyes tightly.

"I know, we're late! Get your fuzzy bunny butt UP! We missed yesterday so I'm not letting you skip today, come on let's go go go goooooo...!" Britney said, banging relentlessly on Sydney's door.

Sydney was glad she locked the door to her room while she slept, so she knew Britney couldn't literally force her to get up. But she sure could generate a lot of annoying noise, and Sydney knew she could keep it up for quite a while...

"Alright, alright! I'm awake, just give me a minute."

"Okay, but hurry up!" Britney said cheerily, suddenly ceasing her knocking as she walked away. Or bounded away, or skipped, more likely. For all Sydney knew, she might have been doing cartwheels down the hall, what with all of the disgusting energy she always seemed to have.

Britney always seemed peppy for as long as Sydney had known her. She was somewhat of a stereotypical cheetah, her genes probably helping her become an adept runner, and... just a general all-around athlete, really. And it showed; she had a lean, lithe physique with a tight little butt and pert breasts, both of which Sydney caught herself stealing glances of.

Sydney, on the other hand, was a bit more curvy and sedentary. She wasn't_fat_ (thank you very much), and she liked that her bust was way bigger than her roomate's, as well as pretty much anyone else's she saw. But she knew she could probably use a bit more exercise, which is why she made the mistake a few weeks ago of mentioning to her roomate that she wanted to get more in shape. Thus began their runs together, and this tortuous morning ritual.

Sydney shifted as she started to get up, and noticed her other source of extra weight, one that she couldn't lose, whether or not she wanted to.

While Sydney and Britney were good friends, there was one thing that Sydney had managed to keep secret. While anyone could tell she was a doe due to her huge bust, for some reason down below she was born a buck, and a ridiculously well-endowed one, at that. While she had met a few girls bustier than her (but not many), she'd never even heard of anyone having a cock anywhere near the size of hers. Not that she had seen many, but she never noticed guys having trouble adjusting bulges around their chest.

When completely soft, it wasn't too difficult to hide, and she managed to keep it that way pretty much whenever she was in public. But when even the least bit aroused, it could hang down past her knees very quickly, causing seriously awkward problems. At full mast, the head liked the nestle between her breasts, the thick girth pushing them apart. It took both of her hands to reach around the whole thing.

That was the real reason she locked her door when sleeping. It was also the reason she currently slept naked, after waking up too many times with her cock having ripped a giant hard-to-explain hole through her PJs, and/or her shirt drenched in precum.

Sydney noticed grimly this would have been one of those days if she still wore pajamas, her cock head poking up through her cleavage and her arms hugging the shaft. She must have been groping and making out with it as she dreamed about Britney. She wasn't sure if that was saliva or precum glistening near the tip, but she was sure it wasn't going down on its own any time soon.

Erotic dreams and unwanted erections were not terribly unfamiliar to Sydney, but with the new exercise regimen, they seemed to be getting worse. With these near-daily runs, she noticed she had already started to lose a small amount of weight and seemed to have a little more energy, but this seemed to be accompanied by a stronger libido. Specifically, she noticed firmer and more frequent unexpected erections, as well as hotter dreams that increasingly focused on her roomate.

Her new libido also made it more difficult to get these damn erections to go away. These days it was usually impossible to get her wood to go down by sheer will; once it got this hard, the only way she could go flaccid was by cumming, possibly more than once. A few times, Sydney found herself frantically stroking herself in the shower after the first orgasm failed to make her flaccid, Britney impatiently pounding on the bathroom door because she was apparently taking too long.

Sydney knew she had to take care of this quickly. Britney would not give her much time to get ready, and she very well couldn't go running in this state. It was bad enough having her tits bounce around everywhere (no sports bra she could find could keep them still); having a giant cock flopping left and right every step just sounded dangerous. Not to mention it would be impossible to hide from her roomate, and she wasn't sure how Britney would handle it. Not everyone took kindly to intersexed hypers, even these days... but on the other hand, some others took way way too kindly to them. Sydney just wasn't ready to find out which one Britney was, yet.

Fortunately, she also knew this shouldn't take long; that dream about Britney had her pretty close to the edge already, her length throbbing insistently. She didn't think she could make it to the bathroom undetected with Britney roaming around, so she'd have to handle this in here.

However, Sydney was not unprepared, and she kept an emergency stash of hyper-strength condoms hidden in a drawer. While she tried to avoid using them when possible because they were so expensive, she had grown to enjoy the times when she needed them. While she usually hated that she had her extra appendage at all, she couldn't deny she enjoyed seeing and feeling one of those latex tubes stretch tightly around her length (apparently she was abnormally thick, even for whomever the target market was for these). And of course, it was way more enjoyable to cum when she didn't have to worry about the possibility of leaving a mess.

Sydney started stroking herself as she got up, her shaft quivering in anticipation as she reached for the box of condoms.

Unfortunately, it looked like she had run out. Her increased libido meant that she was now going through them much more quickly than usual, and she hadn't restocked yet. Sydney growled in frustration as she put away the empty box and looked around her room for something else to cum in.

She eyed her socks, but it was such a tight fit to stretch them over her glans. She learned the hard way that one false move could let it slip off at the wrong moment, causing her room to be coated in bunny spunk. She also already knew she couldn't handle it all in her mouth... maybe just cum in the sheets? Not ideal, but better than--

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

"Hey, come on in there! You better not have fallen back asleep!"

Too late.

"I'm awake, sheesh!" Sydney stared at her throbbing, glistening length, trying to think of some way to stall for time, and not to think about how good it felt to stroke herself. "Not all of us are so ridiculously eager to torture ourselves! Just... just give me a minute to get ready."

"You've had several!" Britney insisted. "And I'm tired of you making this such a chore to get you going every single day. I'm giving you exactly one more minute, and then I'm using my spare key on your door."

"What?" Sydney said, startled. "You... you have a key to my room?"

"You'll find out in about 50 seconds," Britney said. "I sure hope you're decent by then, because I'm dragging your lazy ass outside no matter how ready you are."

Sydney's eyes opened wide as she started to panic. Even if she started cumming_now_, she didn't think she would be soft enough in... 50-whatever seconds. Plus, Britney was standing right outside her door; there's no way Sydney could prevent her from hearing.

She rushed over to her closet, her cock and tits bouncing around and slapping into each other, and found her running clothes. She quickly put on some panties and boyshorts (she normally wore two pairs to try to keep everything "mashed down" and obscure her much more reasonable flaccid bulge), her baggy running shorts, a sports bra, and her dark loose-fitting shirt. She looked in the mirror.

"Thirrrrty seconds~!"

She looked ridiculous. Her enourmous shaft forced the band of her underwear and shorts down, and the head was bobbing right in front of her nipples. She tried pulling her shirt over it, but that just caused an obvious bulge in the same place. It even tented her shirt enough to expose part of her shaft.

Sydney tried forcing the shaft every which way under her shirt. She tried around her waist, under her armpit, even down her leg (yeah, right). It was hopeless; her cockhead always bounced right up against her tits, and her tits and cock couldn't be in the same place at once. Unless...

"Twenty... nineteen... eighteen..."

After quickly removing her shirt, Sydney lifted her bust up, and set it down on top of her cock. The tight sports bra she was wearing squished her tits together firmly enough that her cock just propped them up, awkwardly shoving them in her face.

But Sydney refused to give up. She unclasped the bra, and tried putting it on after shoving her cock in her cleavage. Unfortunately, the clasps on her back refused to meet, due to the extra contents around her chest. She redoubled her efforts, her arms flexing, and her bra straining tightly against her tits and now-rock-hard cock.

Finally, the clasps latched, and Sydney let out a breath of relief. She started reaching for her shirt when she heard a depressing sound.

*RRRRRRIIIPPPPPPP*

Apparently the strain of getting the bra on was too much for one of the straps, and her hard cock flung the now-ripped bra off of her, into her hands. Sydney just stared at it blankly for a second. She had been so close!

"Ten seconds... are you seriously going to make me drag you out of there?"

Britney's voice brought Sydney back to reality, and she started panicing again, looking around the room for options. Fortunately, she eyed an old stretchy claspless sports bra on the floor. It was one she had been meaning to get rid of; she used to use it on these runs, but her bouncing breasts had already stretched it out enough that it was no longer useful. But maybe it would allow for a bit more space...

Sydney frantically got rid of her torn bra and grabbed the one on the floor. She stuffed her cock between her fuzzy tits, and slipped on the bra. Even this one was difficult to get on, the bra having trouble stretching around all of the extra flesh.

Finally, with one final tug, she managed to pull it over and around her tits. It was tight, and the straps were digging into her uncomfortably, but it fit. It also made her cock feel really good with every movement, but she didn't have time to think about that. She started putting on her baggy shirt over it all just as she heard her doorknob turning.

Britney entered the room just as Sydney quickly pulled her shirt down.

"Oh, you actually are getting ready, fancy that," said Britney. "Can we go now, or do I have to drag you out like a snotty little cub? Or kit, or whatever."

Sydney closed her eyes when she pulled her shirt down, and still hadn't opened them. She was afraid to look in the mirror; if this didn't work, there was nothing else she could try. Britney was right there, and didn't seem like she was going to leave without Sydney. She was fucked.

Sydney fought back tears of what might happen, and opened her eyes. She looked in the mirror, and let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She looked... okay! Her sports bra was bulging out a little bit more than normal due to its extra contents, but her cockhead was well hidden. Even if someone was looking right at it, it just looked like her boobs were a little bigger.

Even the shaft was hidden, her huge bust draping her baggy shirt over her torso, obscuring everything underneath it. As long as she managed to stay hard, everything should stay relatively hidden.

"Everything okay, Syd?" Britney said, starting to actually walk over to her now.

Sydney finally turned around, and smiled. "Yeah, just getting my wardrobe together." She frowned as she remembered something. "Wait, so where did you get that key, really?"

"It's your key, hare-brain," Britney said, throwing a keychain at her. "You left it out on the couch last night. I knew you'd forgotten about it, hah!"

"Oh!" said Sydney, catching it. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it," said Britney. "Well, come on, then, you've taken enough time already!"

"Yeah yeah, let's get this over with."

"That's the spirit!" Britney said, as she bounded towards their front door. She thought she saw a strange wet spot on the chest of Sydney's shirt, but she forgot about it almost immediately.

End note:

Technically speaking, Sydney in this story is exercising to "get in shape" and arguably lose weight. But of course, this is a work of (unrealistic) fiction.

There is a distinction to be made between exercising for the purpose of general health, vs exercising to lose weight. In the real world, exercise, even cardio, is much less effective for weight loss than people generally think. While regular exercise is great for being healthy, you should probably be focusing more on diet if you want to lose weight. Talk to your doctor if you're trying to lose weight, and don't go by what you read in furry porn.