FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

After waiting for a brief update to install, you open CausDek's Platinum browser. It loads within seconds, opening to their search engine. With the knowledge of the world at your fingertips, you immediately click on the URL bar and are about the type in the site you wish to visit when you remember something. Blinking, you click on a ghost looking icon next to the URL bar and immediately a disclaimer comes up.

You have entered Ghost mode. Your history is hidden, though CausDek and your CausDek ISP will still track your visits. Happy Haunting!

_ _ You dismiss the disclaimer and return to the URL bar. There you happily type in the address of your favorite fuzzy site: fuzzharmony.net. As it loads, you think about the horrid name. Perhaps in some other universe it doesn't sound like some fuzzy dating site, but you doubt it. You can't imagine any site with the words "fuzz", "fuzzy", or "fuzzy wuzzy" in its name could ever sound good. You shake your head at least it's not SoFuzzy, what a horrid name.

The site quickly loads but it looks like something that is ten years behind the times and even then you wonder if that is being too generous. There is an announcement about some update that occurred six months ago right after the last DDos attack that you haven't bothered to close since it first appeared. You don't really care about the site itself; rather, it's the content it hosts that holds your interest.

Humming softly, you log in. You consider searching for something that suits your current mood until you see a number followed by an S to alert you to the fact that there is new submissions from users that you have chosen in the past to observe. Ah, right. Why not give those a look?

You click on the S. After the page loads, you continue to hum as you scroll down and check out what has been recently submitted. No, no, no. There is nothing that suits your specific tastes, causing you to wonder why you observed these users in the first place. You consider un-observing them later, but you doubt you'll remember their names amongst the hundreds of other artists you observe anyway so why bother.

You keep on scrolling until you reach the bottom of the page. You sigh wearily, damn it, nothing, nothing at all. Well, maybe there is something new out there, some content by someone you've never heard of? Either that or you could try to get off on some older content, though that rarely works. The other option is to actually go to SoFuzzy but there is rarely any content there that is not already posted to FuzzHarmony. You shiver involuntarily at the thought as a last resort, you could always try AnamalousArt. No, you're not going to stoop that low today That site has so much trash, that you stink by the time you reach the treasure, it isn't worth the effort.

With a weary sigh, you clear all submission and are about to click on your profile to peruse some of your (hidden) favorites; that was, until you saw a new submission had come right after. The new submission is a story, the thumbnail depicted the top half of a nude lizard lady, allowing you to see her smiling reptilian face and, more importantly, her tits. It is a cheap tactic, but it works well. It seemed familiar but not until you see the name under the title of the submission do you remember the author. It was published by seasofgold, some guy who decent enough stories most of the time that you don't immediately dismiss the submission. Although the dude seemed to be a bit obsessed with lizards and dragons in general, it was at least worth a click. You could always skip the boring stuff at the beginning and head straight for the fun part; the transformation description hopefully followed by intercourse. Mmm, just the thought of it lifts your previously waning arousal.

You click on the link and wonder if you will be the first person in the world to read it? Not that it matters, it's not like you're going to comment anyway, you never do, and if you fave it, no one will ever know except seasofgold himself. Or is it herself? You're not really sure, but you still think he is a guy, at the end of the day, it didn't matter anyway.

The page is midway done loading, when your screen suddenly goes dark. You scowl and lean forward, wondering what could have caused your computer to crash when your screen flickers back on. However, instead of seeing the site or even a boot up screen,, you are greeted by the sight of a lovely lizard lady with light green scales, slightly hunched forward like you, her chest bare allowing you to see her boobies. Heh, boobies. You giggle and so does the lizard, tongue flicking out her snout as she soundlessly chuckles. Surprised, you pull your head back and stare, one of your eyebrows raised. She mimics your motions, save she has no eyebrows to raise so instead smirked seductively.

You continue to stare at the lizard inside your screen and wonder what the fuck is going on. Was the story actually some sort of flash file? It felt unlikely because the lizard seemed so real and familiar, plus you knew FuzzHarmony could hardly support something of this quality. Heck, it had trouble supporting normal high-resolution images so it was certainly unbelievable that it could display something such as this, yet the lizard remained.

You lift your hand away from your mouse, scratch your head and the lizard mimics the action while you think. You consider yourself to be a rational person and yet you're having a hard time figuring out what the hell is happening. It's actually getting kind of annoying at this point so you reach over with your right hand and hit the escape key, hoping that will fix the problem. The lizard reaches too, one clawed finger poking out just enough from the screen to tap your hand. You recoil in shock, pulling your hand away and shaking it, not noticing as the hair on it falls away.

No, you refuse to believe the lizard just touched you through the screen. That would be simply impossible. It must have been static shock from your plastic keyboard or...something. You stare at the lizard and she stares back, gold pupiless eyes gleaming. Frowning, you consider your next course of action. You could just shut the blasted thing off.

With your left hand you reached down and hold down the power button on the tower. You grit your teeth as the fingers on your right hand grow out into claws, you blame the twinge of pain on the static shock. Light green scales started to spread from the back of your right hand, replacing skin and hair without any indication save for a growing coolness which was the A/C on too high, if anything.

Nothing happened after holding the power button down for a full minute, you hiss and remove your left hand. You return it to your lap and briefly shudder as much the same process happens on your left as your right. By now the scales have progressed to your shoulders but you've yet to notice.

You look at the lizard lady again, wondering what kind of answers she could give you. She is hot for sure but something about being out of control is really killing your vibe. What you really want is to read about someone else losing control while also losing their natural form, not stare at a busty, lusty lizard. Goddamn, there is plenty of art for that, perhaps not enough if you're seasofgold, but still.

A pulse in your feet temporarily distracts you from the lizard dilemma. You look down at them and but only see your shoes. They feel uncomfortable for some strange reason. Maybe it's because you have them on when they should really be at the door like your mother taught you. Well, you live on your own now so you really don't have to follow her rules anymore, though you do tend to anyways. Still, your shoes feel tight enough that you kick them off, not even looking down as you also tugged off your socks. Just in time too for your feet to change, five toes merging into three taloned digits while your heels raised higher, altering your walking stance to digitigrade forevermore. Light green scales formed too, though the growing coolness from their spread did little to bother you, even as they crept up past your knees and to your thighs.

You murmur and clack your claws against the ground as you contemplate how to solve your computer problem. Perhaps it's a web cam thing? You reach for the web cam's mount behind the computer and fiddle with it a bit. You scrunch your face up as you try to find the bit necessary to turn the contraption off. While you search, the hair on your head silently sheds, turning into ash as it blows away from the A/C, your ears flatten until they are featureless on your face, likewise your nose does much the same. Your new claws grip the floor as scales form at the top of your bald scalp, quickly covering your skin with a tougher hide. You grit your teeth when you find the switch, grinding them a bit together as they lengthen and sharpen until you finally turn the switch. A light comes on the webcam. Hmm, it was off the whole time and you just turned it on. You flick it off and sit back, the lizard doing the same. You admire her breasts and her flat stomach for a moment, licking your disappearing lips a little at the sight of her curvy figure. You are so engrossed with her that it hardly registers as the scales creep up past your crotch, your stomach, and finally up to your neck so that you are now one hundred percent covered in the scales.

You continue to admire the lizard as she mimics your motion of sitting forward, the bouncing of her unrestrained breasts appearing fairly realistic even if mammaries on female reptiles might not be. You, however, give anthros of this nature a pass, especially this one. Still, your problem isn't solved. As pretty as the lizard lady may be, you want your computer back already. Your claws click against the keyboard as your randomly hit keys with the hope that something will happen. When nothing does, you stand up. The lizard again repeats your action, allowing you to see her crotch for the first time. Like her breasts, her sex is exposed.

Regretfully, you tear your eyes away from the lizard pussy and look down beneath the desk the computer rests on. The power strip to your computer is fully operational so if you can't shut the system off normally; well, there is always that last resort and you think you're going to take it. You can always visit the lizard lady again sometime, maybe after you've fixed your computer and are satisfied you don't lose control so easily next time, even if you don't quite understand how it happened in the first place. CausDek must have a solution, they always do.

You bend down and duck under the desk. You reach for the power strip and flick the switch. You hear your computer hum momentarily and then it hums no more as it shuts off. Smiling, you stand up too fast and bang your head underneath the desk. You hiss and grab your head, snarling with your tongue out. Your tongue extends, thinning slightly and smoothing out on the surface as it forks out at the end. Simultaneously, your face begins to push out, cranium rapidly reforming until you possess a totally lizard-like head. You continue to hold your head in pain and blink quickly while your eyes lose their hue, turning momentarily a pupiless pure white until they gain a golden sheen.

Hissing softly, you extricate yourself from beneath your desk and reluctantly remove your claws from your still throbbing head. You look up to your screen and see that the lizard lady is still there. You blink, that is when you notice your lizardlike snout at the edge of your vision.

Shocked, you take a step back and bump back into your chair. You sit while grasping at the protrusion with your claws. Claws!

You hold out your claws in front of your face, maw hanging open and tongue sliding out as your mind desperately tries to reject reality. It ultimately fails because there is no doubt that you have claws, a muzzle, green scales, tri-taloned feet and you can't place something else, you feel you are missing something else--

You growl as something jerks painfully at the base of your spine. You only have a second to react before your tail grows out, bursting from your spine and ripping the back half of your shirt to shreds. You look over your shoulder and stare in bewilderment at your tail, watching and feeling as it twitched here and there. At this moment, you notice that you have a stripe of black running from the tip of your tail up your back, following your spine. You put this fact in back of your mind for now as you look back into the monitor and to the familiar lizard lady within. For the first time you question why she is so familiar. Why? You've seen plenty of similar lizard ladies before, seasofgold had written about them before but this one...

Your eyes widen and you hiss as you remember the story's thumbnail. It was of a lusty lizard similar to the one on the screen. That's not what was important though, there was still something you were missing...

Unconsciously, your gaze reverts to the lizardwoman on screen. She stands like you, arms hanging down near her wide hips, though really it's her perky breasts that grab your attention the most. They are so perfectly shaped, round and firm, topped by dark green nipples. Why, you wouldn't mind having a pair yourself...

You try to redact that thought.

No.

You look down at yourself and you are so much like the lizard already, still male at least and also wearing clothes. How silly?

Without thinking, you unzip your pants and let them fall. You shudder as your hips slide out, the sudden sensation causing you to lurch a bit while your discarded pants pool around your feet. You step out of them, your rear plumping out beneath your underwear as they pull uncomfortably tight against your crotch. You reach down to remove them when some of the pressure seems to relieve seemingly all on its own. In reality, your manhood is starting to shrink, dwindling inch by inch while your balls tug farther and farther back into rapidly forming slit. Despite the fact that your manhood is diminishing quickly, you can't help but feel aroused. As a result, your shrunken shaft hardens, each bit of length lost gets you harder and harder until you just can't help yourself. With a hiss you cum, the last remnants of your masculinity spewing out of all that remains of your cock onto your tight underwear. Your testicles are drawn all the way up into your slit, the skin of the sack forms your new feminine lips while what little is left of your cock recedes into the nubby stub your clit.

Your sticky underwear doesn't quite feel right for a multitude of reasons, so you claw them apart from the back, smiling with delight as they fall away. For the first time you're feminine sex is revealed, just in time to see your pussy fully form. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth as your sex puffs out slightly, already moist from the mere thought of being female. You place a hand on your plump rear, squeezing your scaled rump slightly before motion out of the corner of your eyes catches your attention.

You glance up at the screen and hiss in dismay as your mind comes rushing back.

No.

You quail as you look at the lizard in the monitor. You don't want to be a lady lizard, even if it means you will be sexy and busty, female and lusty. You're not some sex hungry reptile who would love to have something stuffed up your slit, you're not--

Absentmindedly, one of your claws brushes against your slit. Immediately, an electric tingle runs up your spine and you stiffen from the sensation. You pull your claw away and look down at your slit. That felt so good and yet so wrong, you're a man, a man, and yet the proof is contrary to what you wish...

The nice view of your puffy pussy is interrupted when meager lumps begin to form on your chest. Whining, you place your hands on the spots and feel as they grow and grow, your nipples thick and stiff, poking against your shirt. With a hiss of despair you throw it away, just to confirm what is already so obvious. As you fear, no, as you desire, no, as you--

You empty your mind of any thoughts, hoping that will do something to combat your altering mentality. Instead it only helps your instincts, your clawed hands moving to cup your burgeoning breasts, instinctually kneading the softly scaled flesh so that a more muted charge builds below, a warmth in your crotch lets you know that you know will have to be satisfied sooner or later.

No! Not later, never, never ever because you're not a lizard lady you're a--

Your breasts bounce, finishing its growth at a large size. You have heard sizes compared to fruits before but you're having a hard time equating them to fruit right now. In fact, you're not even truly thinking about that; that they are your breasts or that you're a full-fledged lizard lady now, with nice thick thighs, a firm rear, a lengthy tail, and big boobies.

You hiss at your thoughts, jiggling your mammaries in your claws as you look back to the screen. Staring at you is yourself, your...your...

You can't quite think of it as anything other than your reflection. You were so sure you were missing something a moment ago, some combination of words that rhyme perhaps, or not really, it's all the way you say it but...but...

You whine needily as your pussy pulses, now hotter than ever. Hot and aroused, the coolness from your scales giving way to a sensual warmth. You insert a claw into your slit and rub at a nipple with your other claw, but all it does is work you up. You need something, something inside you.

You look and find nothing of use, your tongue drooping uselessly out of your mouth. You try to get your tail towards your slit but it can't quite reach. So, you roll of your chair and fall onto the ground, catching yourself on your hands and knees. Suddenly, an idea strikes you--your tongue may not be so useless after all.

Lying on your back, you regretfully let go of your breasts and grab the undersides of your legs. You spread them a little, lift them into the air and then push your bottom half towards you whilst you lean your head forward. Your tail lazily flicks in the air as your extend your lengthy tongue towards your wet slit. You don't think you will be able to actually make it you do; a forked tongue meets your sensitive sex. You hiss, but silence yourself as you strain to push forward more to allow your tongue to go even deeper. You shudder as your tongue pierces your passage, pushing into your virgin folds for the first time. You huff and pant, whole body shaking as you push yourself further and further, the stress of it all almost matching your arousal. You moan as you are rewarded with a burst of pleasure for your efforts, your form quivering while your passage clamps down needily on your dexterous tongue. Your taloned toes click against each other and you scratch at the ground as you eat yourself out, one inch at a time. You delve far, snout bumping pleasurably against your clitoris further causing more shockwaves of pleasure to wrack your form. You're so close, so close, ever so close and then--

You climax, folds trembling and body quivering. Your tongue slides pleasurably out of your slit inch by inch until it ends up back into your mouth, allowing you to taste the sweet tang of your feminine juices. Exhausted and pleased, you lower your head against its side onto the ground, tongue lolling out. There you remain, basking in your afterglow.

A few minutes later, you shakily stumble to your feet, pulling yourself with the assistance of the chair. You look towards the screen and lean forward, admiring the reflection of the lusty lewd lizard lady therein. A moment later, you lick the screen and wrap your arms around it, pressing your breasts lewdly into the desk. You hiss pleasurably, in love with the reflection, in love with you.