FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Note: This work is incomplete and unedited and i will not bother to finish and clean up the text for reasons mentioned in more detail at the bottom of the manuscript. Don't expect a particularily satisfying reading experience.

I whited in as a foreign hand grabbed my body as the lock was detached., the sound of metal hitting some kind of solid object. I could hear its momentum force it to snap as metal flew everywhere.

My stock was opened and i was pulled out.

I stared into the eyes of my saviour, a notable chesnut brown coat adorning him. He wasn't the dark blue of the other werewolves i saw.

He opened his robe and untied his loincloth.

I was thrown it as he quickly tied back up, and i wore it dilligently. It kept slipping as i was too small for it. Not to worry, he held me by the crotch as i was slung across his shoulder.

I was carried by this kind spirit, gently and gingerly out of the castle and across the wild.

I fell asleep in his embrace. He radiated good vibes. Whereas butterflies surrounded the king, safety surrounded this guy.

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I was laid down on the ground of a village as i was surrounded by a collection of curious werewolves. I was in the centre of a strange village.

Each one had a unique necklace which held some form of terracota symbol, something which represented them, i thought…?

Eventually, one came over to me to feel me and know me. I was a rare thing in these parts, it seemed.

I got good vibes from these werewolves.

Eventually, one guy came to me. They had what looked like a baseless triangle with an ascender in the middle; a weird version of the chinese character for a person, ?.

They picked me up gently and took me to the central hall, followed by everyone elese.

I was put in the central stage and everyone looked at me in fascination. He gave a speech and then began pointing at various parts of my body.

I heard a cry from the back of the hall. Someone didn't like what he said.

Eventually, after what felt like 30 minutes of being talked about, i heard a weird noise from the audience, something like a “hhhhhea!", with quite a harsh h. Maybe it was their version of applause, save for that one heckler.

The werewolf was well-dressed and in quite the academic mood, it seemed.

The werewolf carried me to his bed and sat me up. Talking in his native tounge, i understood nothing. He noticed and thought a little while. I heard quite a weird phrase come out from him.

"Kneexh xhowg"

What?

“N?x h?oh"

Wait…

I ran the phrase through my head. He was trying to say “N? h?o".

Damn, i barely speak chinese. Spanish, yes. French, yes, Italian, yes. But Chinese? I only really knew some of the grammar! But wait, this is spoken Pinyin!

I dug for a phrase.

“Hái búcuò."

He didn't seem to understand.

I said it again.

“xhHáixh xhbúcuòxh."

Somehow, the guttural sounds made him understand.

But he did genuinely have life in his eyes, some glint of suprised excitement. He had learnt the most popular language in our world and we were communicating.

(Note: From now on i have chosen to exclude the werewolf-specific accent from my transcriptions to avoid having to manipulate the orthography for new letters)

“N? huì sh? ma?"

What's he saying? Can i something with document?

Well, i certainly can't read their document.

What was the word for no again? Wait, i need to repeat the verb and say the negative.

“bù kàn"

“Not read" is what i said.

He took a book from his shelf and showed me the illustrations.

“y?shòu; /?a?/"

He pointed at a picture of a child werewolf on the page. Next to it was a consonant letter. The letter for /?/. He confirmed be repeating it out loud.

Below it was one with what looked like a breve. /?a/ he said to me. Ah, so the breve was an a.

We continued this way through the book, him showing each syllable and consonant.

It was weird, but i noticed some basic patterns. There seemed to be about three vowels; /a/, /u/, and /?/.. Each was represented by a set of diacritics. It was best to treat them as belonging to the letter, but there were patterns to be had. Bottom-heavy consonants usually had the breve as an /a/ and in others a /u/.

The diacritics worked like this. There were always more diacritics then vowels, and the consonants seemed to be lightly featural. It's obvious the language changed without the glyphs.

All in all, there seemed to be 21 consonants and 3 vowels. Some sounds shared a glyph, but it just so happened that the vowel diacritic set was entirely different for these two sounds.

It was a beautiful system now i was guided through it.

I was allowed to touch his books. I practiced pronunciation, but he was confused at my attempt.

“bù h?o!" he exclaimed

Some sounds were damn-near impossible, needing contortions of the throat i honestly couldn't do.

Eventually though, i learnt ways to get around it, producing similar sounds in wrong ways.

He seemed happier when i re-read the text.

I checked my watch. We'd spent 3 hours together figuring out the system of writing.

He left and left me alone in this bedroom.

I was handed a chinese-native language dictionary and i leafed through it. The definitions were bilingual, but there was no pinyin. Instead, i saw just characters.

But i saw some inresting things. “n?" had two forms; the subjective and the objective. it was either what was /?ah/- or -/?e[Uvular approximant]/

I needed a grammar book. I didn't know how to ask for one. “y?f?" was the chinese word i just barely remembered from the worksheets i downloaded and did myself to learn some of the chinese language.

I eventually found a book with the same glyphs. The typesetting made it quite clear what everything was in the book.

It seemed like an VSO language. Verbs were marked for subject and object; there were no intransitive verbs. There did seem to be a fourth person though; a placeholder. “I eat" became “i eat something".

Time marking seemed optional.

I tried out my skills in the language in my head and realised just how easy it was. It was verb-subject-object at its core. You just piled on information “I'll eat if i find anything" became “[I will eat anything i find], [even if it's nothing]". The first half was the verb with a certainty marker, the second a word indicating add-on info.

The werewolf came back and beckoned at me. This guy radiated the best vibes of anyone here.

He brought me to a dining hall. The flurry split us and i suddenly realised i was at the opposite head of the long table. Food went from the chief and moved down the table. I got hairy scraps. I sat hungry for a while.

The werewolf, noticing my plight, beckoned me up. I stood behind me as he passed me the best food he could find. He ate three quarters and i ate the other quarter.

He was very kind and brought me the best food he could find.

I noticed the heckler on the other side of the room. He stared at me with cold eyes, watching me. He seemed a tiny bit envious at how fast i skipped. He was at the chief's end, where the plates were stacked tall. It was what finally gave me the secure knowledge that there was a hierachy and i was at the bottom.

After dinner, which was mostly meat and rice, i was taken to the kind werewolf's bedroom. He undressed a little and got comforable in bed, seemingly happy to finally be able to see a human. The mead had gotten to him now. He had lost his academic edge. He was a morning bird and looking for a chance to sleep.

He looked me up and down. I too took the oppurtunity to look at his unrobed body up and down.

He looked so much better then the king. He was more muscular, more soft, more balanced. I couldn't help but get hard as he reached out a hand to feel my skin, a furless outcast in this place of musky fur.

He took great intrest in it now we were in private, every gentle touch and feel sending erotic tingles all across my body

I also began to feel his body. I felt his abs, the skin tensing and relaxing to his rythmic breaths.

He didn't seem to be touched often, breathing heavier and heavier.

He grabbed me with his arms as he lay on the bed and before we even noticed, we were already nude, feeling out the material of our dicks. He was amazing. He had such a magical hand.

He slowly started rubbing my dick as i did likewise, our free hands feeling each other's bodies, trying to see who could make the other cum first.

We simply came closer and closer together as i felt the warmth of his skin keep mine from goosebumps, the erotic stimulation of him holding me close to him, in a semi-dominating way.

I wanted to be his.

He rubbed my dick harder and touched me deeper. he began to kiss and so did i, trying my best to gather my strength and use it to please him, to return the favour.

We came at the same time. He loved it, and so did i.

He was pent-up, it seemed. We licked off the cum as we snuck under the wet-in-some-places covers, him holding me close in a loving embrace.

I was his.

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That was my best night so far. He wasn't the king. He didn't air chaos or insanity but instead intelligence and flair, a kind of tribe leader in some ways. He wasn't the chief; i don't think it'd suit him anyways.

No, he was the academic. He did the civilities and made the science here better for all.

I could tell from the hoards of books his hut was covered in that this was not only his home but the community's home, a library for learning.

As i sat around the house, watching him do his study and scientific work, i saw how the house was.

People sat in the living room and read, from fiction to scientific books, from species guides to erotic fiction of werewolves dominating humans on earth for sex. The library was a great place.

I left for a wander. Everyone's houses had a least two rooms; the public room and the bedroom. This is how the people of the trade commuted; a few metres out into the public room.

The chief has many, from the assembly hall to the banquet hall and the various bedrooms.

The heckler caught sight of me and shouted at me, pointing at me. Within a few seconds, three werewolves had me restrained.

The academic, hearing the commotion, ran out and said a few words. I was free.

On the way back i heard him advise “shèq? méi àihào rén". he left before i could ask anything.

It was a struggle, but i got something out; “community not [verb] people". I daren't think of what the verb meant.

I referred to my dictionary for the native language word,, found an illustrated children's dictionary, and used the native language word to infer that it meant “to like". Gosh, what a long-winded word search.

Maybe i shouldn't leave the house then.

But i guess it was a simplification.

When he came back, holding two new loincloths, i said something:

“N? yào zuò shuó"

He didn't understand. me neither.

I gave him the paper and charcoal and he understood what i meant.

I wanted him, to write, in his language, what he wanted to communicate His handwriting was good.

I communicated back in pictograms. He switched too.

He gestured that i should follow him, so i did.

We went quite some way out of the village to a lake. We walked to a densely wooded area. He pulled off my loincloth and i was pushed into the water. He too, took off the loincloth.

He dunked my underneath and gave me a bar of what seemed to be soap. I used it eagerly.

We both left and he put the loincloth on directly. I didn't understand how, so he wrapped it for me.

I went to the dining hall with him, and we see our good enemy, the heckler. He said somethin in the nativee language, to which the academic responded with a witty statement.

The heckler fell silent. But what they didn't do was stay still. A bone from he floor, covered in what i had come to known as the native version of bullet ants, was launched towards us.

I dodged it. It was trivial; throwing was a human game and werewolves were better at running.

The academic wasn't so lucky. Hit by the boneon his nose, an an moved in the the sting.

I grabbed a knife and shoved the blunt end through the ant to send i flying onto the floor, where it, in its very aggrivated state, stung me instead.

I fell to the floor as the pain stuck. It was a throbbing pain, waves of red washing over my vision. The other ants took this as heir prime oppurtunity and i ended up falling unconscious due to the pain.

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My ears were ringing. The pain was still here. My alchemist swapped the wet flannel on my head.

The sun was new on the morning horizon and my academic friend had been next to me the whole night, watching after me, making sure i was stable. He treated me like his sick child.

Another wave hit and i blacked out.

I blacked out an awful amount, my academic werewolf always showing concern until he saw my eyes open. I watched the sun slowly stutter across the sky this way.

The end (of my desire to write this series anymore)

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I loathe this whole series now. It writes about kinks i've never had and has a whole pretense of non-consensual sex which just barely becomes consensual, if even.

I hate this series and hate the idea of writing it, at least voluntarily.

Part 3, in this unedited form, is published only for some form of closure of this fictional world. I did plan part 4, but i will not be writing it for this entire series icks me out. Bye.

I'm be happy to drop quite a large amount of what i find taboo for money, so if you do want me to finish parts 3 and 4, feel free to offer some form of monetary incentive through PM and i'll be happy to write it for a 40% initial payment. Offer at least €20.