FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Damun winced as the department store's metal gate clattered noisily to the ground behind him. It was late. He had been stuck with the closing shift, yet again. Thanks to their latest ridiculous sale, the store was a terrible mess, and took an hour longer than usual to recover inventory. Of course, all the while his manager was practically breathing down his neck and checking up on him every few minutes, insisting that he wasn't doing the job of two people fast enough. After they exchanged informal, forced farewells, they went their separate ways for the final time.

As relieved as he was to go home, that glimmer of light was snuffed when he realized he just had to come back the next day, and the next. Week in, week out for longer than he cared to think about.

The slight drizzle did nothing to dampen his mood. Not nearly enough precipitation to call for an umbrella, but enough to make one's clothes unpleasantly cold. It was a short walk home, but by the time he was there the front of his pants were soaked right through, and his light jacket had soaked up its weight in water. The fabric stuck to his skin, and chilled him to the bone.

A cramped studio apartment was all he could afford on his own. His ex gave him enough time to find a new place, and then promptly kicked him out to make room for her new girlfriend. The fact that she ran off with another woman just seemed to be icing on the proverbial cake which was his poor fortune.

No sooner than he locked the door behind him, the man headed straight for the bathroom to draw up a hot shower. Along the way he shed his clingy clothing; at the time he simply could not bring himself to care about them.

Lost in thought, he stepped in, wary of the frequent, and drastic changes in temperature every time one of the nearby flats used their water. He could not relax, even in this, former, bastion of calm.

How long had it been since he had last gotten a lucky break? How many weeks had passed since events actually went in his favor? Damun mulled over questions in his mind for a while.

Heavy stomps from upstairs barely registered. His new neighbor was tetchy, and got angry about every little noise he made. The significance of the sound did not click until he heard their toilet flush. In all but a few seconds the temperature shot up to unbearable levels, he yelled in shock and nearly slipped trying to get out of the way.

Shower ruined, he shut off the water and sighed, feeling defeated. Two distinct stomps rattled his ceiling, a sort of 'take that' message, before leaving the area with another loud series of steps.

"Same to you, you old ..." he grumbled under his breath. Determined to stay calm, he drew a long steadying breath and climbed out to dry off.

The bathroom mirror was completely fogged over, though he cared little for its contents. It was not as though it were hiding anything worth looking at, he figured. Short, dark hair. A pale face, courtesy of many hours under fluorescent lamps. What more, this job had him eating fast food more than he cared to think about, and he had put on a little more weight than he cared to admit.

With a shake of his head, tossed on the bathrobe and headed out into the main room, yawning the whole way. Strewn about were boxes from the move here; he had never gotten to unpacking. With a sigh he sprawled out on the futon, his one piece of furniture, and grabbed his tablet to check his messages.

A vast majority of his inbox was just advertisements, or newsletters he had signed up for at one time or another, mostly unread. In the end, only a single thing caught his eye, an alert from a new jobhunting site he had joined. They were supposed to take into account requirements, education, and a rather lengthy personal profile to match users to suitable potential employers. So far, it had already suggested a handful of positions that he would have loved, and even a couple interviews, but someone else always seem to beat him to it. A quick glance revealed the message was only a few minutes old, so he immediately clicked to send in his application, then went to read over the job description in more detail.

It had something to do with the Gateway, a portal to another world. For the last hundred years, travel and trade was strictly regulated from the other side, and over the decades fewer and fewer people came and went. Scientists theorized other places existed that could be connected to, but long-term costs brought the hunt for them to a halt.

Though it was a dry read, in his tired state, Damun gleamed from the first paragraph that it was a long term position in a nature preserve off world. Among his tasks were to help the local population of wildlife thrive, and ensure their future safety. He would have read on, but another long yawn crept up and overtook him, enough to make his eyes water. Just as he was ready to set his tablet aside, it chimed to signal a new message, again from the site.

He was to go to the listed address at 10 AM with proof of identity, citizenship, and a host of other paperwork. With everything to gain, this felt like the perfect way to fix his life.

An interview process over the next few days was exhaustive; it included enough forms to make his hand cramp, a battery of physical tests, a psychological evaluation, and though the people he dealt with were impersonal, they seemed to approve of him the whole way. It was made clear to him that it could be a number of years before he could come back, but he was okay with that. By the end of the week he was sent along to the Gateway.

Compared to the massive structure outside, the interior was much smaller than he had imagined, though no less impressive. The entire building hummed due to the enormous amounts of energy that built up right beneath his feet. Countless turbines, capacitors, cables and pipes all came together to a focal point at the center of a tall, circular room. At the end of a gantry a long, metallic cylinder hung suspended in the air, its upper edge just below the walkway. As he approached, it became apparent, from the windshear it produced, that the massive tube was spinning at an incredible speed. Thankful for the earplugs provided to him, he stepped over, and looked down through the whirling contraption. Though there seemed to be no light source, the center glowed fiercely white, thankfully without much heat. Across the room was a countdown clock with a final seconds remaining before he was dropped through.

All at once the platform fell away, his stomach leapt into his throat, and a surprised yell flew from his lips. In what felt like an instant, he found himself flat on his back, with ringing ears staring at the ceiling of another room, white and sterile. A powerful sense of vertigo dissuaded him from moving until he heard someone's soft footfalls just beside him.

"Wonderful! It looks like you made it through in one piece, I hope your trip wasn't too jarring. I don't think things are tuned quite right on your planets end." Damun took a moment to shake the blurriness from his vision in order to look up at his visitor, whose arm was outstretched to assist him to his feet. The man was dressed in a long, white lab coat, dark brown slacks, with a shirt in a lighter shade.

"It's wonderful to finally meet you in person, I am Dr. Victor Mertezi." Although he was told in advance, and their two planets had been in contact for a while already, the fact that his doctor was an anthropomorphic white rabbit still struck him as more than a little out of the ordinary, but little was a ordinary about the situation.

Damun reached up and clasped be offered fuzzy paw. "Easy now," Victor pulled him to his feet, "your people still don't have that machine focused quite properly, but that's no matter now." With a little assistance, he managed to follow along with the doctor.

Over the next several hours they spoke at length about his upcoming role, to make sure that there were no surprises, and to give him a chance to change his mind. Nervous anticipation filled his chest but, as the discussion progressed, he became ever more eager at the prospect. It would be a dramatic change in his life, but that was exactly what he needed.

The Doctor led him down a series of generic looking office hallways, to a windowless door, beside it a touchscreen panel. Doctor Mertezi tapped the screen twice then, after a moment, it began to slide open with a slight hiss, revealing that it was not only made of metal, but at least as thick as his hand was long.

Inside was illuminated dimly by track lighting that shone on the ceiling, though there was very little to see. A small shelf extended from the opposing wall about waist level, and upon that sat a small, plastic soda bottle, complete with a twist cap. Translucent green liquid filled it part way, and around the neck was an overtly fancy handwritten note on parchment paper which read "drink me."

By the only exit, Doctor Mertezi gave him a warm reassuring smile. "My apologies for the cramped conditions, this was the largest pressure vessel practical for this purpose." The Doctor motioned the man inside. "I will be monitoring and regulating the process from another room." The pair shook hands once again, "be well out there, and remember to enjoy yourself." With that, he turned back into the small, stark room, and the heavy door slid shut behind him with a dull thud.

Everything had built up to this moment, and he found himself somewhat nervous suddenly. With a slightly shaky hand, he scooped up the concoction and screwed off the lid. It had a pungent, artificial fruit scent, doubtlessly to hide whatever terrible tasting chemicals that could be in the concoction. By the way it clung to the sides, the stuff was rather syrupy.

"Well... bottoms up."

He closed his eyes, brought the bottle to his lips, then downed the entire concoction in just a few gulps. The fruity flavor did little to mask the metallic aftertaste that clung to his palate. After replacing the cap, he set it back on the shelf and waited.

It all began with a tingle.

A distinct warmth rose in his mouth and down his throat as the syrup seeped into his flesh. Soon after the same sensation swept through his gut, causing his heart to race. Every heavy beat of his heart fanned the flames, overtaking him like a wildfire. Along with it came a tremendous rush of energy. His pupils dilated rapidly, and he began to pant with a lax jaw.

Immediately he pulled off his shirt, but it provided little relief from the intense heat building within him. Dizziness overtook him, and he collapsed to his hands and knees upon a floor which did little to cushion the fall. With a frustrated groan, Damun rolled onto his back and kicked his shoes off one after the other. Next went his pants and underwear, flung across the room as he kicked his legs in desperation, but the fire that burned in his body had not subsided, spread to the tips of his extremities.

A sharp, loud snap from across the room startled the man, and he sat bolt upright, looking over in time to see the plastic bottle topple from its shelf. It had caved in, and folded over upon itself , as though the air had been removed. Not until his ears popped did the truth dawned on him, it was the pressure in the room increasing, and rapidly. Even on the ground, the bottle continued to compress.

"What in the world?" His voice sounded raspy and quiet, barely able to get the words out.

One hand jumped to his throat, concerned for a moment, only to discover a fine layer of fur. The contact sent a pleasant tingle through his body. A smile spread across his face as his fingers trailed down, finding that more was growing over his chest and torso, spreading rapidly. Soon both hands were roaming over his changing form, unable to help himself, delighted at the dual sensation of fur tracing between his digits. The feeling served as a welcome distraction to the gurgling in his gut as his organs slowly arranged themselves into positions suited to his new anatomy.

His breath came all the faster as his pulse began to race. Lightheadedness clouded his mind, making him giddy, and unable to concentrate. As his jaw slacked, his smile stretched to a grin, despite the ache in his mouth. It was as if he had a toothache spread throughout his face. Damun's hand came up to clutch over his changing teeth only to make contact much sooner than expected. Each tooth flattened noticeably as more grew in to fill out a blunt muzzle which had begun to form, and this excited him all the more. Too dizzy to move effectively, he glanced across the room, taking in his reflection.

If he had to choose from animals he knew, his new visage mostly resembled that of a cat. Looking down, he discovered his legs were well on their way to a new coat of fur. Every fine strand looked white, translucent even, the coloration, or lack thereof, seeming uniform all over his body. His gaze lowered further, his eyes came to rest between his legs. Despite the pleasures he felt, and heat throughout his form, his human package had withdrawn tight against his body, almost as if he had just taken a soak in ice water. A thought crossed his mind that it looked rather out of place. Though, as the fur continued to spread and cover every bit of his bare skin, it began to blend in with the growing fluff.

Damun settled his palm against his sac, the flesh withdrawn nearly flat to his groin. Even then he felt his testes ascend into his body, overtaken by the same transformative pressures that he had grown to enjoy. Brief flashes of his conversation with the Doctor kept him from being overly surprised as his length was consumed in change, vanishing entirely. The pseudo-feline knew his reproductive anatomy would change drastically, and despite the sense of loss, the myriad of other sensations that swept through him prevented any dwelling on the matter.

As with the pain in his face, the same feeling grew in his limbs, an ache that went right to the marrow of his bones. Damun could actually feel his arms and legs compress, while his furred fingers and toes elongated, giving them an appearance which reminded him of a birds talon. Each digit was accented with a short claw, a result of the width of his nails curling upon themselves. The last vestiges of his fifth digits vanished into furred covered flesh, while new joints were introduced to the remaining sets, giving them flexibility impossible in his old body. A pinch, and dull ache called his attention to the base of his spine. His coccyx had uncurled, regaining movement which had long been done away with by evolution. Damun watched it grow for several minutes to the length of his leg, kept fascinated all the while by his newfound ability to make it move.

The last of the more severe pains had subsided, the feeling of transformation giving way to a lingering tingle which made his fur stand on end, and seemed to engulf him entirely. Small involuntary twitches echoed through his body, a result of his muscle memory being rewritten to match.

'Wow.'

Though the utterance was clear in his mind, nary a sound actually left his lips. Curiosity soon overcame concern as he cast his gaze once again to the mirror. Lights in the room were as dim as ever, but his ability to see was better than ever. Unsteady at first, he climbed to his feet. Coupled with a lashing tail, Damun's toes splayed and flexed to maintain balance. Each step became successively easier, and soon he stood with confidence in front of the mirrored door to examine himself further.

It was then he saw a soft purple pulse illuminate his chest for a moment. An arm rose to discover it's source, only to find that it was was apparently Every tiny strand of fur behaved like a fiber-optic cable to direct and focus the natural bioluminescence his body produced. As his curiosity piqued, more fur lit up. At first it seemed to be just the one color, but as he moved and examined himself with ever increasing flexibility, other all other hues of the rainbow were revealed, traveling like waves over his torso and limbs. What began as random patterns eventually took on an organized appearance, akin to the broken up stripes of a tiger for a moment, which slowly faded from view over the length of many seconds.

A very pleased look upon his face, Damun traced his fingers up his sides, right to his chin and back down once again over his stomach, where his elongated fingers came to rest upon his smoothed over groin. Along with the loss of his voice, the loss of his male anatomy would take the most to get used to, but with all the endorphins surging thriugh hus system he had trouble feeling anything but a giddy excitement.

The lusciously soft fur glowed a warm red as gentle pleasure registered as a shimmering wake. His fingers dipped further between his legs, half expecting to find himself female, but the only orifice he found was the tender hole under his tail.

Flickers of blues and greens swept over him as he turned his back and looked over his shoulder to look at his tail-graced butt. With the appendage raised, Damun could see the cute pucker, his cute pucker, framed and illuminated by the surrounding fur. Excitement filled him as he gave the new limb an experimental wag. It surprised him when the appendage responded immediately and naturally and though the new muscles were still stiff, the feeling of flexing them delighted him all the same.

Still slightly shaky on his feet, damun stretched his arms above his head, the cat managed to retain some semblance balance by digging his elongated toes into the floor, his tail coiling up to grace the back of his neck.

Damun cast his gaze about the room for a moment and spotted a small lump of plastic on the ground, all which remained of the bottle, crushed under the change in pressure.

From overhead, a gentle chime caught his attention. It was followed shortly by the voice of Dr. Mertezi over the loudspeaker. "How are you feeling?"

By reflex, Damun startled upright straight as a pole and moved his mouth to speak up, but of course not a sound resulted. Instead vibrant flushes of yellow and magenta made brief patterns over his face and chest, a visual indicator of his surprised embarrassment at being discovered in the compromising position, momentarily forgetting that he had been watched of the entire time.

"Apologies for startling you. The atmosphere exchange and pressurization is complete, so it's only a matter of opening airlock. When you're ready of course." The microphone caught the beginning of a chuckle before it clicked off.

The newly transformed figure brushed his paws down his chest as he looked around, form awash in reds and blues, composing himself, then gave a thumbs up to the room, unsure whether there was a camera.

There was a thump and odd vibration under his feet as though he felt the room began to rock upward as though it was an express elevator shooting straight to the top floor, although the acceleration never seem to taper off. Although he felt significantly heavier, his newly altered form handle the change with ease.

"There we are," Dr. Mertezi spoke up, "that's the gravity adjusted, and the doorway is set up. All that's left is a few small steps." The only door in the room slid open and revealed what was clearly not an office hallway. Rather, Light spilled forth onto what appeared to be the blue-tinted stone floor of a cave. There was an inrushing of cool air which swept across Damun's fur and caused him to shiver, its contact eliciting soft waves of yellow, subtle ripples.

"Good luck out there, and enjoy yourself. I will check up on you through a remote terminal so we can still have a text dialogue, and keep records. Now I do believe you have someone waiting for you. Without anything better to call him, for lack of a verbal language, I nicknamed him Rook. Anywho, I won't keep you any longer. Be well." The speaker clicked off for the final time.

With that, he steeled himself and walked through.

Expecting a lightheaded feeling, a tingle, or something passing through the clearly abnormal doorway, he was surprised to find it was no more dramatic then when he stepped into the room initially. Light from the portal, and his own luminescence reflected and refracted off silvery veins and clear crystal which seemed to run along every surface he could see. It appeared he stood in the center of a cavernous room carved straight out the rock with remarkable precision. The walls and ceilings appeared distant, at least several minutes walking in any direction.

Behind him the glowing doorway closed soon after his tail cleared.

Before him, a large, felinoid creature was seated. At least twice his size, one fur had identical properties to his own, and its features were quite similar to what he had become. The only key difference he could see was it's build; it was much more muscular, broad and feral in appearance. If these were other circumstances, he might have guessed they were a tall, very well built liger. Currently, subtle stripes of blue and purple ran up from there broad foot paws and hands, through his unclothed, digitigrade legs and torso, and up through its head.

Damun assumed correctly that this was a dominant male of his species.

Rook held out a single paw and brushed his fingers toward himself with his palm down. Assuming that this meant to come closer, Damun walked forward with a sense of apprehension. As he did so, he found his own patterns matching his new mate.

They must have been just as nervous as he was.

He held out both hands and gently grasped the outstretched paw from either side, which wrapped delicately around his fingers. The creature stood, Damun craned his head back to look eye to gentle eye, and he got a true sense of just how large Rook was, even with his stooped posture. His mate leaned forward and pressed cheek to cheek with him. In that moment their patterns synced up, and a pleasurable chill flowed through Damun's entire body. Immediately he felt a sense of connection and belonging.

Rook gave his paws a gentle tug, then turned and moved toward the mouth of the cave on all fours, all the while never quite breaking contact until the tip of his surprisingly prehensile tail had dragged along his side, moving along toward the cave mouth. Damun found himself admiring the view immediately, feeling a little flush, a smile growing on his face.

With a spring in his step, he moved to catch up and walk alongside, curiosity and wonder filling his thoughts.

Although the world outside was decidedly alien, as he expected, it bore some resemblance to a forest or jungle. To make sense of it all, he thought of everything in the context of the terms he knew. Trees stood in every direction, their branches woven together intricately to form pathways that spanned in every direction. Above him was at the canopy which blocked out the vast majority of light from the harsh sun and fierce, deafening winds beyond.

Rook looked to him and made a grasping motion with both forepaws, and started out along one of the paths a few paces, before peering back to him expectantly. With a mixed sense of confidence and trepidation, Damun followed suit, holding tightly to the branches with his hands and feet, the form of locomotion coming to him naturally. He was led up to what appeared to be a sort of nest constructed in a similar manner, bioluminescent vines woven along its surface. It must have been at least the size of a small house, certainly larger than his claustrophobic apartment.

Inside was a single large space. More glowing plants spanned the ceiling. The floor consisted of soft, supportive, purple tendrils in a tight weave which spanned across the entire room, and had just a little give underfoot. Aside from a leafy, raised portion against one wall which was easily large enough to allow at least a dozen creatures Rook's size to sprawl comfortably upon, the room was fairly spartan.

So, this is it, he thought to himself as he stood tall and walked to the center of the room.

Damun spent the next few days getting to know his way around, the neighbors, the local customs, and most of all his new body. Everyone he met was friendly and affectionate. Lost count how many times someone or another had dragged their tail against him as he passed by, their bulbous tips in particular. The new arrival could hardly help himself, enjoying every last bit of attention. A warm sense of arousal grew in the pit of his stomach. The only time he had experienced anything similar was when he had a raging erection, except this feeling seemed to permeate his body. It was reflected in the illuminated patterns in his fur, and as it brushed against theirs the pattern bridged the gap and swept up through them.

All the while Rook was at his side, joining along with them as much as guiding him. If he put aside the fact that his new boyfriend was so much bigger than himself, he might swear that Rook was just an affectionate house cat. Always nuzzling, always close. Time after time to of them spent long hours simply cuddling, enjoying the sounds of the harmless wildlife in the surrounding forest, and the dull roar of the perpetual storm high above, almost reminding him of the soothing sound of a waterfall.

He felt right at home.

Time was difficult to keep track of when the world was in eternal twilight, so the doctor's one week checkup came much sooner than expected. Back and forth communication was handled via text on a simple tablet which had been ruggedized to survive the harsh, local environment. Doctor Mertezi make sure he was settling in okay. After forwarding emails back and forth, and saying their goodbyes, the connection closed for the week.

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Damun awoke to a pleasant, enveloping heat. Rook had rolled over upon him, and wrapped those powerful arms around his comparatively tiny frame. Although he was very effectively pinned in place, Damun really did not mind whatsoever. It was not the first time he had awoken in a similar position.

Currently, he was much too distracted by his mate's large tongue, which was currently quite busy lapping under his tail. Each lick was long, slow, and deliberate. Beginning midway between his legs, it swept back before the lithe tip probed just inside his sensitive hole. Each time it dug just slightly deeper, hooking and catching one direction after another, tugging it open as the area grew more and more moist with Rook's thick saliva.

His mate knew how to push every single one his buttons, and showed him many more to discover. While it was the first time this sort of thing had ever happened, he was in no position to argue. Not that he wanted to.

As the larger feline noticed movement under him, his actions increased in their tempo, tongue digging deeper still. With a deep rumble, he brought a large forepaws up and wrapped it around Damun's tailbase, pulling it toward his back firmly and making the entire area dramatically more sensitive as a wave of bliss rolled through his body. Rook began to grind his nose between his little mate's legs sniffling and nuzzling over the smooth fur, compressing hidden glands underneath. This sent shivers through his body and matching waves of warm, vibrant color both their pelts which moved like ripples in a pond, flowing between them and back again in concentric interfering waves, each time transferring building echoes of the other's pleasure.

Damun finally opened his eyes, to find himself looking at Rook's stomach, the base of his tail visible just above, scintillating patterns filling his vision.

While he was no stranger to licking his partner in bed, this was the first time he was tempted to do so with a male. Damun buried his muzzle against Rook's stomach, grooming the fur lovingly. Becoming ever more eager to return the favor, he managed to wriggle one arm free, slipped up between his mate's legs. Taking over from where his nose left off, his claws dragged back through the fur, leaving wakes of color.

As his touch neared Rook's tailhole, his hips pulled away just slightly and a powerful grip on Damun's tail tightened for a moment, while the constant pleasured rumble above him turned very momentarily to a growl, the gentle warning reinforced through their shared a contact.

Immediately, he pulled his paw away, only to have the back of his fingers brushed against the bushy fur of his tail. In all of the instant, Rook's tongue buried itself inside of him deeper than ever, striking a sweet spot, and filling his vision with stars. That spike of pleasure made him throw his arm forward, grasping the sensitive appendage, which only seemed to feedback into his mate.

So THAT was the sweet spot.

With a grin, Damun dragged his arm slowly toward the tip. There seem to be movement under the fur, a slow, pulsating rhythm which moved out along its length. In response, Rook curled his tail down upon itself to bring the rest of it into reach, the tip wrapping around to slip just behind the base of his skull, acting as a pillow. That same, organic throbbing compressed firmly into the muscles of his neck.

While the sensation under his fingers sent delightful tingles up through his arm, the touched the back of his head made him squirm, muzzle stretched wide in a silent moan of surprised pleasure. It invoked memories of times he had his lost member sucked upon, and made him thrust his hips into Rook's tongue, and compress that sweet spot at his perineum into his chin. This served to amplify everything racing through his body, legs clasped tightly around either side of his mate's head. Despite Damun's tight grip, the powerful feline was unperturbed, leaving his little mate to hold on for the ride.

The brightening colors in their fur danced as though it were an approaching Technicolor rainstorm.

The shadows cast by the light of their bodies danced nearby.

He was happy.

He was also quite preoccupied.

So, when the gentle giant adjusted his grip, he took no notice. That was up until his world tumbled suddenly to the side, the cool, fibrous bedding a beneath him replaced with warm, plush fur. Rook used his tongue and muzzle to hoist his mate's hips to settle Damon's knees on his chest.

The change of position gave him the opportunity to move much more freely, a fact which he took advantage of immediately. He gathered his arms under himself, paws gripping the fur tightly. Deep in Damon's chest a rumble grew and grew, while the whole of his upper torso arched and curled to make as much contact as possible with Rook's plush tail. The ongoing pulsations within continued to send little waves of pleasure into the both of them, and intrigued him to no end, growing ever more curious.

His mate could sense this, and sent waves of encouragement into him to continue his investigation. Rook coiled the length under Damun's bicep and drew half an arm's length in front of him, bushy tip taking up much of his vision. The smaller feline lifted one hand, and then the other. Pleased to find himself supported, he was free to explore.

It would not have been the first time he had pet his mate's tail, although he had never lavished it with this much attention. Both paws came to wrap around a spot just near his chest, giving it a firm squeeze, sending a little feedback of pleasure into his arms. The shared sensation guided his actions flawlessly. With claws extended to drag through the fur, he stroked toward the tip. From its core, the throbbing sensation grew ever more potent. As his firm grasp neared the bulbous tip, a soft squelch could be heard. Accompanying it, a viscous amber colored fluid squeezed out and dribbled down the side. More curious than ever, Damun pulled it over to get a better look at its origin. Where once there was a mound of fur, a sweet smelling orifice had begun to unfurl and swell.

Rook withdrew his tongue then took hold of Damun once again, rolling him onto his back. One massive paw took hold of his arms with a gentle, irresistible sweep, then held them in place across his chest and stomach. The other was across his hips, leaving his legs to dangle on either side of Rook's broad head. They shared a lusty look at one another, and the patterns on their fur synchronized.

The prolapsed tail tip returned to Damon's field of vision. About a fingers length had extended from within, flesh a vivid purple. The thick fluid within was free to flow. He was given a perfect view of the pulsating tip, orifice dilating with each emerging, sweet glob. A sizable dollop collected, then dripped. Expertly aimed, it landed squarely on his partially parted lips, much of it seeping past them. His tongue darted forward, while his jaw fell to take it inside. The heady flavor was very much the same as the scent, and absolutely heavenly. He felt as though he had satisfied a craving he never knew he had, and instantly wanted more. Of course, his mate was happy to oblige.

With his eyes now locked upon the descending tail, Damon craned forward, working to lick up the honey which had remained stuck to his teeth and lips. As the tip approached his tongue stretched to try and make contact with it as soon as possible, but it was held teasingly out of reach. The experience overwhelmed every other, and made his face feel distinctly warm.

Rook adjusted his grip, pushing Damon's shoulders down in a firm hug. As soon as his little mate finally gave up straining to get at his tail, he brought it closer and touched it to his jaw, causing the collected bubble to drip down the crux of his neck, soaking into the fur on the way. Finally touching, the next throb of Rook's tail sent tingles of pleasure throughout both their bodies.

Knowing what to do instinctively, Damun angled his head back, tail following along. Finally, the purple length was slipped inside, not stopping until just past the hairline. Although it stretched his jaw, his teeth were pressed harmlessly into the fur. That purple appendage draped over his tongue, completely saturating it. Each throb sent it a fraction deeper. Rather than thrusting, it was growing from within the length of tail. In only moments his moans were muffled, throat getting probed and filled.

Despite the spectacular feeling of being stretched open right down to the base of his neck, breathing through his nose was entirely unhindered. He was unable to muse on this for very long, as Rook had decided to get back to work. Just as he had done when his little mate first awoke, he dragged the his broad tongue from the base of his stomach, down over his puckered hole, and on down over the root of his tail. Each pass he hooked the powerful muscle just inside, stretching him for a moment before moving on.

All the sensation coursing through him made Damun's head spin, and he was becoming increasingly lost to the potent pleasure and heady scent smeared on his nose. Time was lost to him. With his legs clutched around Rook's head, and mouth stuffed to capacity, he could do little more than hang on for the ride and love every moment, swallowing every drop.

Finally, with a slow pull, Rook drew the phallic tailtip out of his little mate's muzzle, who practically melted in place, panting from exertion.

After a few moments, Rook sat back once again. Damun's head was cradled between his thighs, cheeks flush with heat. Patterns of gentle reds and orange were meandering from leg to muzzle and back to leg, flowing as if one continuous coat.

Making clear eye contact with his partner, Rook wrapped his large paws around Damun's hips, and lifted straight up, then turned him around after a moment. This left his much smaller, flexible form partly doubled over himself. Legs left limp, they hung to either side of his shoulders, bent at the knees, with a large, friendly face betwixt them. His tailbase was settled flush against Rook's stomach, while his tail itself looped up and hooked gently at the gentle giant's neck.

A smile crossed his face, and Damun wiggled his toes playfully. Never quite breaking their gaze.

Rising as he curled forward, Rook enveloped toes wriggly digits in his maw, letting his tongue compress them to the roof of his mouth. At the same time, he shifted his grip on Damun's hips, letting his thumbs come to that slicked hole under his chromatic tail. They pressed down on either side, hitting some new bundle of nerves which made his muscles nearly freeze in place, only able to quiver with the strange pleasurable rush that came with the touch.

Moments later, the smaller feline felt a slick sensation settle between his shoulder blades. It was Rook's tail. That which had grown from the tip had more than doubled in length. He dragged it upward slowly and deliberately as his thick thumbs rubbed in little circles, one slightly ahead, while other long digits cupped and fondled his rear. Drawing his cheeks apart, he slowly pulled the entrance agape and slid his thumbs inside, continuing to massage those sensitive points, now from within. They seemed to press their way against, then inside the unfamiliar glands. It only took a moment for this to take effect, causing a blast of pleasure through his system, leaving him seeing stars.

Damun's hole relaxed in an even more dramatic fashion, remaining open even after Rook carefully withdrew the exploring digits. Overhead, that alien tail came into view once again. Two thick tendrils had emerged on either side of the main stalk of the strange organ. All three angled down to that awaiting hole, depositing a dollop moments before making contact. Moving ahead, the pair of tendrils curled inside to the same sensitive spots Rook's thumbs had been rubbing.

As they slipped deeper to either side, they pulled the central stalk along with it. As the soft, hot, wide head made contact, a burst of vibrant, random color flowed in every direction through both their coats. There was a moment of resistance as the tip compressed, then a sudden inrush of heat, the length swelling rapidly to fill the inviting space. As it bottomed out, the tendrils popped inside. Their coiling and wriggling made him clench down hard, squeezing out a large ball of Rook's thick honey deep into his body, filling a void he didn't know he had.

The large feline, too, was showing signs of pleasure, though had had intense look of concentration on his face, keeping focused on his comparatively tiny mate's well-being.

Damun reached up with both arms and hooked them over the other's neck, but his attempt to pull him down, but may as well have been trying to pull down a heavy branch. Rather, he pulled himself up, with Rook assisting after a moment.

The smaller feline leaned in and gave his partner a kiss square on the muzzle. Unsure what to do for a moment, Rook froze, but when Damun gave him a little lick, his large mate relaxed once again, returning the lick tentatively.

As his body shifted, more and more of Damun's form was brought vertical, the pair was drawn ever deeper into their affections for each other. His legs wrapped part way around Rook's torso, arms around shoulders, body held aloft by the paws still fondling his hindquarters.

Externally, the tail only appeared to be pulsating, though inside was an entirely different matter. The mass which filled him throbbed and swelled, the tip seeming to squeeze even deeper. As it passed what felt like another barrier, Damun could not contain another powerful, body-quaking orgasm. Had it not been for the quick shift of an arm behind his shoulders, he might have crumpled to the floor. Instead, Rook growled with pleasure, the vibrations reverberating both their chests.

That look of concentration deepened.

All at once, the large feline broke the kiss, a shiver running through his body, fur coat firing off in uncontrolled patterns. A surge traveled down the length of his tail, making it swell along the way. As it squeezed into Damun's smaller form, the side tendrils anchored it in place, ensuring every drop made it inside. He could feel when the hot, thick cum erupted into his hidden depths. It filled his newly minted reproductive organ to its limit, and stretched it beyond, causing the soon-to-be-pregnant feline's belly to mound visibly.

The pair remained this way for some time, Damun held in a warm embrace as their bodies slowly began to calm and the patterns' strobing faded. Slowly, Rook let himself lay back, holding his little mate atop his torso, stroking over his back while his thick cum worked its magic. Both let their eyes close, soon drifting off to sleep.

Over the course of the next months (Damun found it hard to keep track of time in the eternal twilight of the forest), the pair were inseparable, in the literal sense. The smaller feline was either carried in Rook's arms, or clinging to his back when they needed to travel. All the while, Rook's tailtip remained embedded in Damun's body. While most of the central shaft had withdrawn to give the developing life inside space to grow, the two tendrils were well hooked into their respective spots. Any time the tail moved, which was nearly constantly, they twitched and caused little tingles of pleasure. They were sure to return to the portal cave, the room where they had first met, to talk to Dr. Mertezi to report their progress.

Unfortunately, it was impossible for the rabbit to come through to diagnose them directly, nor to assist in the eventual birth, but even so, he did his best with the remote equipment he sent along.

Though, fortunately, the birth itself was flawless, leaving them with two beautiful new kittens, a boy and girl.

That old glimmer of light which had been ripped from him a lifetime ago returned to his life.

Finally, he was truly happy.