FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Productivity! This one's loosely inspired by a piece of art I commissioned on FA by jrodslammer, which you can find here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57342566/

How I got from sweaty hyper horse to where this goes, however, we'll leave to guesses. Please be mindful that after the mid-story line break and implied time-skip, this story gets a lot more rough, non-consensual and degrading. If that's not your thing, you may want to give this one a skip. If it is – enjoy! I also wanted to try seeing how doublespacing after periods looked, if you notice that quirk. Not sure if I'll keep doing it.

CONTENT WARNINGS

Urethral penetration, bladder penetration, cum inflation, hyper cum, hyper watersports, watersports inflation, nonconsensual scenario, degradation, humiliation, sweatplay, musk, gaping, edging, hyperphallic sizes, lotsa mess.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK -“

A cacophony of whinnies and brays filled the spacious apartment. Spilling out of an open door in waves to an audience of only herself.

A horse with black, grey and white fur, hunched over a shaft as large as one of her legs. Girthier than her thigh and drooping down from the sheer weight whenever the blur of her hands wasn't dragging the tip back upward. A fat, churning sac almost seeming to slosh with each jerk of the pent up, frustrated equine's hips, slapping against the inside of her thighs, spread open to fit the oversized pair of nuts. And that sac, shiny with sweat, practically poured a musky rain of droplets over her floor to join the mess of precum sopping around her hooves.

Just like the rest of her body.

Her dense, soft, usually well-kept coat instead found itself matted down, dripping all over with rich, salty sweat. The fluffy white fur around her calves, around her forearms – now, completely soaked with the evidence of her exertion, of how long she'd been at it. The drain had clogged with precum a few hours ago, making the floor of her shower was a flooded mess, and she just could not give a single shit.

“Goddamn- Piece of shit fucking- Limpdick- FUCK!"

Senn yanked her hands away from her rock-hard cock, leaned against the wall and took another break. Chest heaving with heavy, ragged pants, gaze affixed on the twitching slab of virility jutting between her hips. It glistened with a sheen of mixed sweat and precum in a constant river, spilling out from the flared tip continuously and running down her length. A musk-laden rain splattered down over the floor and damp wall tiles, thanks to the fact she couldn't stop it from jerking with powerful twitches and throbs – all that blood rushing down to her crotch keeping it painfully, eternally hard and her mind clouded to anything but need. The mere image of anything was a turn-on at this point, and each stray thought made her dick flood with arousal. Again and again, slapping up against her grey-furred belly and chest, tip jerking between her tits. Only to sag down, swaying with the trembles of her restraint, weighed down with the sheer weight of the useless slab of fuckmeat she'd been trying to get off with for…

Her eyes drifted sideways, at the clock. 22:35. That made it, what, seven hours? Eight, almost? But she just couldn't fucking stop, her loins-

Another neigh spilled from her lips. Unable to stop herself from humping the air reflexively, Senn watched the weight and heft of her dick slap down against the cum covered floor yet again with her fat, swollen flare. Hands balled up into fists, teeth gritted. Nope. Not touching it. If she did, she'd be stuck there humping the air and her hands uselessly for the next half an hour, and for what?

It was just one extra dose, for fucks sake. Sure, she was taking other stuff, the experimental growth shit usually put her on a hair trigger so she needed to make it so she could enjoy her time. But, how was she supposed to know that making her dick this big would make her hands completely fucking useless? She even got desperate enough to try sucking herself off, and on top of doing nothing for her, she was pretty sure someone snapped a picture of her through the fucking window.

She was going to go find that piece of shit later and-

“FUCKS SAKE - WHERE ARE THEY?"

Her hand tapped on the wall tablet, bringing up the connection to her phone and smearing the screen with pre and sweat. It was supposed to be waterproof, it'd be fine.

She sent out so many booty calls to her regulars, her FWBs, her subs. She even sent out pictures of her like this to all those useless, pathetic subs she passed up on. Of herself so desperate, so needy, so wanting, and yet-

“ NOTHING?! STILL!?" Senn would snarl, slamming her fist into the screen with a sharp crack. Not even one taker, one that could take something like her. Fucks sake, she'd even take some whimpering bitch that couldn't, long as she could get her rocks off. The ones that could take her like this were all busy or away, and all her attempts at luring in someone to break? Not a single knock on her door. At this point, she was about one more failed jerk off session away from going outside and fucking the first person she saw on the street until they were part of the fucking pavement.

Though… There was one person she didn't call on. Intentionally. That she knew could take whatever she needed. But-

“Fucks sake – I have to get off using that bitch?" she mumbled to herself, wrinkling her snout. But she could see the mess of her thighs, she could see the precum slopping halfway up her hooves. It was this, or have to cover up breaking and ruining another person. Even if the disgusting, masochistic slut would just love whatever fucked up shit she did to her… “AGH. Shit, fine- Whatever-“

Muttering, snarling, she strode out into her hallway. Dick bouncing with every step, nuts slapping again the inside of her thighs and leaving a depraved trail along her hardwood… Hopefully the spreading flood seeping out from the bathroom wasn't going to ruin the varnish. But that didn't matter right now.

Neither did clothes. If someone had a problem with seeing her like this…

Before Senn knew it, or even realised, she found herself in the elevator, hunched against the mirrored wall and mashing the button for the garage level furiously. Her legs spread, keeping herself desperately from stimulating herself – poorly. The only thing that stopped her from wrenching one of the wide-eyed, confused little morsels that the elevator doors opened to, was her careful squeezing and kneading of her overfull nuts. Each time the elevator stopped, a similar expression… but none of them got in, leaving the sweat-drenched, musk-stinking beast to her own devices. Of course, some of them got left with some of her gift hosing down the elevator floor left against their paws each time the doors opened, but they were thankfully smart enough to stay where they were.

And thank fuck for that. She didn't know if she could resist, if a cute morsel like some of the tiny, defenseless toys that also lived in the building decided to hop in the elevator with her.

The moment she hit the garage level, she helped with wrenching the doors open just to get to her car just one moment faster. Hooves clopping on concrete, ignoring the people that gave her a wide berth. A beep, remotely unlocking her car. It was some expensive sports car, and cleaning it would be expensive… but it wasn't like she gave a shit about money. If she needed it clean, she could make her to-be booty-call wash the leather interior with her tongue.

“Make her more fuckin' useful than she's been to anyone in bloody years-“

Sagging her body into the driver's seat, the first problem Senn ran in to was the fact that her cock squeezed rather tightly right up against the steering wheel. Blocked part of her vision. If she was less pent up, she could probably drive with her dick – now wouldn't that be a sight for onlookers.

She snorted. Key turning, engine revving, the lust addled horse peeled right out of the garage. To the shock of any onlookers on the road that peered into the erratically driven supercar to see a sweat-drenched, naked equine covering her dashboard in precum.

Nicola's ears perked right up at the sound of frantic, almost panicked slamming on her front door. The time. 23:10?

“Who the fuck…?"

She grumbled to herself and set her popcorn aside, rubbing her eyes. She almost got to sleep with her movie, and she was so comfy – it was tempting to just sit there and let whoever it was just, go away.

But that knocking was persistent.

“Dude, stop- I'm coming! Just give me a second, I need to put a gown on," she called through the door, grabbing a dressing gown from by the door to protect her modesty and slipping it on.

“Nic- Fucks sake, faster-“ the hoarse horse's familiar voice came from the other side. Ah. It was her.

A sigh. Well, at least she wouldn't need to keep it on the latch. Undoing the deadbolt, the latch, turning the key – as quickly as she feasibly could with her security systems, she opened up for the waiting horse. Turned her back to the door, leaving it ajar for Senn to invite herself through.

“Didn't want to go all the way back to your place again? You've gotta stop partying like this, man, you- AH!“

The door slammed open, ramming into her back and sending her sprawling against the wall. Followed up with the unrestrained weight and muscle of an equine a whole head taller than her, pinning her to the wall. Smothering the vulpine in slick, soaked fur and filling her fluffy ears with harsh, almost feral snarls and brays. And the smell – she couldn't help but gag with how strong it was, heady and salty, with the horse's chest crushing against the fox's back, burying the back of her head in fur that was well and truly drenched, and not just with sweat by the sliminess she felt.

“Ghk- Senn- What the fuck-“

“SHUT IT," came the furious snarl. Nicola immediately snapped her lips shut. Clumsy fingers dug into her arms, bruising the soft flesh with rough, uncaring grabs and yanks. Tearing that robe back off so soon, baring the fox's silky, pristine fur. A massive pillar of throbbing cockmeat rested its weight against her back, pouring a constant stream of precum that made her squirm with the odd, slimy feeling trickling down her spine. But not for long.

Whipping the fox around, her other hand grabbed her chin, tilted her head up to take her gaze in her own. Narrowed eyes, taking in that confused, terrified look on Nic's dumb, slutty face. The way she trembled with the instinctive fear that she'd done so well at teaching, making sure she knew her place below the much superior and more deserving horse. The way she only gave demure little squeaks as she started thrusting and bucking her fat dick up against her soft, squishy body. The way she didn't complain being buried in the hours of built-up horse stink. The way that when she squeezed her fingers in on her jaw, spread her lips with them, she could feel her tongue lapping the sweat off her drenched fur. The way she liked it.

It pissed her the fuck off.

“Goddamn fucking WHORE. I just shoved into your house, pinned you against a wall and started using you as a cockrag – and you're not going to say anything?" Senn whinnied and rumbled directly up against one of Nic's ears. Nothing but a whimper. God, the dumb cockholster could only ever do things that angered her further, “You disgusting, depraved slut. Are you used to this, is that it? Do you beg your girlfriend to do you exactly like this? Drink in her sweat like the fucked-up degenerate you are?"

“N-no-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP. You- talk when I tell you to, you had your chance to speak, cunt. Oh, fuck, that's good. At least your fat tits and bod is useful for something," Her hands dug in either side of Nicola's tits, squeezed it in around her throbbing flare, started to mash and stroke them back and forth. This could work, “Ngh- Just be glad I just need to get off fast, you dumb bitch. All you're good for anyway. If your body wasn't- ugh-“

Her grunts began to dip lower, more and more frustrated as she kept working her fat flare by bruising the fox's tits around it. Manhandling her like she was nothing more than an object, stretching and stroking her like rubber. Maybe it wasn't good enough.

“… FUCK. Nevermind, you useless- NGH-“ a furious snarl spilled from her lips and her hips sank forward. The weight made the fox wheeze, struggle - scrabble her claws at the wall while a dick, hard and hot as a branding iron, did its best to cave her chest in. Sweat drooled down on to Nicola's head, over her ears. Senn's body curled over hers, beginning to thrust back and forth, fat nuts sloshing and sagging against the fox's thighs. Literally dragging the fox up and down the wall while airy whines escaped her lips.

Nicola, for her part… Well, she knew better, that was why. That's why she wasn't struggling, wasn't saying anything. The look in her stepsister's eyes, it warned her, told her that she would be very happy to break her in a way even she couldn't recover from if she made a wrong step. So if she was just going to use her torso as a cockrag... If she was just gonna spend a few minutes barely able to breathe, have someone else's scent worked into her body, be painted in cum – just that? That was… well, preferable. Her week had been 'exciting' enough already even before this.

“Why the fuck- piece of shit cumdump- can't you get me off- you USELESS goddamn freak," more snarls, insults, and all of a sudden, Nicola found herself permitted to breathe. She immediately let her body slump into a squat, her lungs heaving and hacking ragged coughs and splutters while adjusting to being able to breathe again. All the while, a horse loomed over her. A fat sac dripping a constant, musky stream on to her face, let alone what was pouring down from her shaft. She could hear them churning, sloshing between those thighs with dense, backed up seed. The horse had some modifications of her own, and one was to make sure her nuts wouldn't get too unwieldy no matter how pent up she was or how long she edged herself. But that also made it quite impossible to know just how much was stored, waiting in there. The only indicator was the sounds, and today…

Gurgling, groaning, sloshing with every sway of her hips and slap against the inside of her thighs. She could swear it was almost… Creaking, with the strain.

A tiny gulp rose and fell in her throat.

Senn's face twisted in annoyance, in disgust. She didn't have any of her drugs on hand, she couldn't start using Nicola's skull again. She didn't want her regularly used asshole, fuck no. And seeing her annoying face twisted in that dumb, masochistic look she tended to have every time someone decided to dislocate her jaw. Having to see her slutty, depraved expression enjoying and getting off to every fucked up and abusive thing she decided to do to her? No.

“Get back up, bitch – you weird, fuckin-“ mumbling, she'd tuck her hands underneath the quivering fox's arms, dragging her back up and stepping back a moment to look her over. Her face was flushed, eyes wide, avoiding the gaze seeming to devour the sight of her. Her whole front was covered in her sweat and pre, dripping with the stuff, and her little sheath… She wasn't even a little hard. That… for some reason, pissed her off most.

“… Huh, maybe you're not as disgusting as I thought, given you've managed to resist shaming yourself. Is your dear, precious sister not enough for you with your new fling, bitch?"

Mocking, taunting, her hands wrapping back around the base of her dick, hefting the sagging weight and using it more… pointedly. She could see the fox's uncomfortable squirming at their reminder, that ever since her adoption into the family, all their history of hatefucking since they met? Nicola refused to look at her, but that was fine. Better than fine, in fact. If she realised what she was about to do, she'd probably try to run, anyway.

Tip lining up, letting the weight droop down to account for the height difference. All to nestle a dick fat as the fox's thigh against the tip of her sheath. With a little work she could probably fit the cute thing inside her cock- wait, cute?

A snarl. No. Absolutely not. Nicola was just a living fuck toy, and that's all she was. Her haunches sunk forward, pinning that dinner-plate sized flare to Nicola's crotch, squeezing her nuts in against herself and making her whimper. Finally coaxing her gaze up to the predatory equine. Watching her hunch forward, slip her hands down, force her fingers into her sheath, holding on to the limp dick inside. She wasn't-

“W-waitwaitwait, Senn, h-hold on, I didn't agree to this, stop- What are you trying- oh- nono- You can't fit it like that, come on, you're- You're going to snap my pelvis-“ came the jabbering, frantic tone. Rising, in both intonation and panic the more she caught on to the horse's intentions. Her hands grabbed at her wrists, trying to pull… But it was like yanking at a statue. That, now, made her body quiver with fear, “C-come on, please, I've been nice, we were getting along, you wanted me to learn and be obedient and I was- oh god, please - I was t-“

“Nicola."

A whimper.

“Shut the fuck up."

With that, her fingers shoved inside, dragged the flesh out like the fox may as well have been rubber. A cacophony of screams echoed out into the apartment complex hallway, and it wasn't long until Senn had the taut, elastic-like flesh of her most hated person wrapped around the throbbing ring of her flare. She could feel trimmed claws scratching up her chest, her arms… But the wonderful, soft, caressing tightness she felt, as her hips sunk inward. Taking mere moments to batter the tiny sphincter 'protecting' her bladder from being invaded from the other end. Her spewing tip gushed directly into the already slightly stuffed sac of flesh, and Senn just groaned in satisfaction, more brays of pleasure spilling from her lips.

“Much- goddamn better-“ were the simple, short grunts. Hips mashing forward, ignoring the yowls from the squirming fox having her insides mashed flat against the back of her pelvis. Given she could feel the whore getting hard around her, she was probably crushing her prostate in the process. It wasn't like she cared, anyway, “Ngh- Now hold still, bitch, or I'm going to see how much this can stretch into you-“

An empty threat, but it if stopped her from scratching up her arms, it'd serve some use. She wasn't gonna last more than a few thrusts – popping her flare back past the useless ring of her bladder, she couldn't help but let out more lust-filled braying. _So fucking tight _. Her hips slammed forward, the noisy squelch it made dwarfed only by the screaming. Senn hunched over, grabbed at her dick to start stroking off the two or so feet of cock left throbbing and neglected outside of her conquest. Her head rested atop Nicola's, ignoring the hands she soon felt grabbing at her neck and shoulders, trying to push her away. Dumb slut. Was she saying something with those screams?

“ STOPSTOPSTOP- ** JUST BECAUSE YOUR DRUG HABIT MADE YOUR DICK **USELESS DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN RUIN MINE - PULL OUT YOU GODDAMN ANIMAL , YOU'RE GOING TO-!"

Yeah, nothing important.

Groaning, grunting, she started to buck – slow, rough, wrenching her flare through the too-tight sphincter and feeling it get looser with each pop and squelch. Grinding her hips forward and basking in the sensations of a tiny sac of flesh wrapping her up like a condom and being horribly warped further with every twitch and stir. Each time made her shiver, pushed a hose of her pent-up precum into the waiting fox and making sure every thrust sounded lewder.

Eyes lidded, mouth open in a drooling pant, adding yet another liquid to what her toy was covered in. Each thrust, rougher – rubbing and mashing the fox's insides for a few seconds longer every time, until finally...

“NO- NONO- PULL OUT- NOW , SENN, YOU CAN'T-“

She noticed, apparently.

A set of hands grabbed her face, pushed, but it didn't matter. The fingers that soon curled into her cheeks and switched to clinging on like she was for dear life let her know that the flood of cum gushing through her member was doing plenty. Her own hands made a flurry over her dick, dragging the veiny, mottled flesh up and down while dumping gallon upon gallon into the fox, sagging her stomach over both their dicks in a different way than she was probably used to. This hole didn't feel that well-travelled, after all. And with her size, not a drop escaped that plugged up, ruined hole the fox knew as her dick. Flare twitching and stirring in the cum balloon, swelling further with an unrelenting release.

Senn just panted, gave loud, strained neighs while she dumped eight hours' worth of built-up need into the twitching fox, drowning out the strained, sobbing pleas spilling out beneath her. More and more weight sagged inside the squishy, chubby middle, gurgling and sloshing with hot, liquid mass. But even if it took her eight hours to get to this point, she wasn't going to take eight hours unloading into the fox.

“Ngh- finally, thank fuck," A longing sigh, a low, satisfied bray, not even bothering to look down. Her cock gave smaller, final throbs and clenches, squeezing the last vestiges of her lust out into her 'condom'. Though, now that she had that need dealt with… Fuck it, what was a gallon or so more, “Ugh- At least you can be glad this is going where it's supposed to go, you wannabe condom-“

She just heard a haggard sob from beneath her, a croaking 'please'.

“… 'Please'? Fucking-“

A snarl, before bucking forward and unleashing a much more forceful stream of stewed horse piss into the cum-sodden fox – painfully so for Senn, but if Nic 'wanted' it so much, who was she to say no? Her hands lifted off her dick, dug into the damp fur spread around a dome of sagging, jiggling flesh. Instead, they kneaded in somewhere better, making a very intentional effort to punish the thing beneath her. Rocking her hips forward, letting her feel that unrelenting stream of urine blast right up against the back of her bladder, dumping about half of her load before wrenching her hips back with a grunt. And the fox's hips with hers.

“Oh, you useless- Hold the fuck still, cunt, here-“

Hands pushed in, pushing the fox back and pinning her by her ballooned middle, ignoring the exhausted scrabbling at her arms. Her flare yanked at the inside of her bladder, wrenched, pulling the flesh of her pelvis out while straining that 'hole' further around the massive member making such hoarse screams spill out.

And, pop.

Nicola immediately slumped down, legs giving out now she wasn't being impaled by a dick, panting and whimpering – and then gagging, spluttering around a flood of hot piss. A sadistic snicker teased the spent fox's ears, but it's not like she had strength to do anything about it, giving a reluctant swallow around a mouthful to give the horse what she assumed she wanted, though she had a repress a visible heave.

“Disgusting,"

Was the simple comment.

Rooting around in the hallway drawer with one hand, holding her dick steady with another, Senn made sure to stain the snow-white fur properly now. Splattering the unrelenting hose of piss against her chest, her tits, watching the stream spill over the dome of her belly until finally, she found herself spent. With than, she simply shook her still massive dick off, dragged her hands down the slowly softening length to squeeze out what was left and let the pillar of body-ruining depravity hang between her legs while lighting up a cigarette. May as well get a look at what she did while she was here.

Cheeks stained with tears, chin dripping drool, Nicola's head simply hung panting, heaving over her chest with half lidded eyes. Staring downward. Watching herself drain, apparently. She grunted, looked lower. A little more soaked with sweat from being rained down on with it, but mostly, it was her domed, sagging middle, squishing down over her fat thighs splayed out either side of her body awkwardly. She was draining fast, though.

“… Fuck, that's gross," she didn't even have to think, wrinkling her snout and moving a foot to lift the fox's belly up, ignoring her spent whimpers. Shaft stretched, not quite as much as it was with her dick pounding it, but, enough. Maybe as much as a wine bottle? A mixture of piss-stained cum slopped out – more like oil and water than anything – but the deep amber gave her seed a noticeable tint from what little she churned it up. The fox hiccupped, stifled a sob and a gag, prompting the horse to continue, “Oh, don't pretend, you degenerate. You're going to get off to the thought of this at night for fucking months."

“But- It's not-“

“Your dick? Yeah, big deal, it's not like you ever use the fucking thing anyway," Senn grimaced, pushed her hoof forward and hooked the tip of it in, ignoring the strained whines and pushing forward. That was loose now. Her hoof wasn't quite as big as her dick, but stretching her down there was a breeze, she could easily plug it up around the rim of her hoof and it was still slopping out freely thanks to the pressure. Over her lower leg. “… Ah fuck, you got my hoof all fuckin- gross- ew-“

“A-ah- But y-you-“

She yanked her hoof back unceremoniously, shoved it against the fox's belly and wiped it off best she could, grimacing. All that coaxed was a hoarse whimper, even with a wave glopping out over her carpets.

“… Fuck it. You can clean me up before I go," Senn careful stepped over the wave of mess, straddling the fox's torso and tilting Nicola's head back, shoving her limp but still very, very hyper dick down the wide-open throat. Satisfied groans spilled freely from the horse's lips, head tossed back while sinking her crotch downward, continuing until her nuts rested on the fox's chin. The vulpine's involuntary gagging helped, dragging her neck back and forth over spent horse cock. She stirred her hips a few times while grabbing the fox's mostly pristine tail, using it to wipe off her nuts, sparing only one glance to the spread-lipped fox, “Ew. You still look as repulsive as ever when you're gagging on my dick, cunt."

Her hands settled on the vulpine's head, smothering her in sweat drenched fur to make sure she didn't need to see her while swabbing her throat. She took a couple more thrusts, stepped back, yanked her tail back up for good measure and used it to wipe off her hooves and whatever she could get out of her fur. While she was here, she may as well use one of the fox's gowns to cover herself up even if they let her dick hang out the bottom. A hand clumsily felt around on the top of the drawers for where she left her keys, sparing one last glance to Nicola.

“Oh yeah. Keep that useless dick reserved for me if you know what's good for you, I don't want your girlfriends' sloppy seconds whenever I have to lower myself to using you."

“B-but… I don't want-“

A snarl and a cigarette butt tossed in her hair shut her up quick.

“What was that?"

“… Y-yes, ma'am…"

“… Freak. Clean yourself up quick or you're going to make the whole complex stink of used fox-slut," Senn clicked her tongue, walked back out the way she came in – not that she got that far into the fox's apartment, “Maybe you'd prefer that though, you fucked up cocksock. I'll leave the door open for you."

“W-wait- Please-“

“What, want more? Not fuckin' likely, get your girlfriend to ruin the rest of your useless holes whenever she gets back. You'll probably stay stinkin' of my musk to show off to her, anyway, won't you? Fucking freak."

With Senn turning the corner, Nicola was left to adjust to being a trembling, ruined wreck. Unable to move her legs, unable to do anything but shiver in a soaked mess of cum, sweat, tears and piss. Listening to the departing clopping of hooves, and the approaching sound of chatter – at first confused, and then repulsed. Even with the eyes peering into her apartment… She couldn't even bring herself to raise her head.

God, she hated that Senn was right.