FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Splicer sighed as he put his clothes into the locker he was assigned in the back room. Sliding into his work uniform which was nothing more than a pair of tight pink panties which outlined the bars of the chastity cage he was wearing he prayed for a quiet night. He checked the work app he had on his phone and sighed once more.

He already had a request. His tail involuntarily wagged as he felt his paws begin to carry him towards his assignment. Not like he needed the hypnotic incentive sent to his neural implant to make him do it, but it was part of the club’s appeal. Whether it was to ensure employees weren’t going to share the personal details of clients or whether it was some kink that was being catered to, the wolf didn’t really care. With his body on autopilot it let his mind wander as he drudged forward. He really didn’t mind selling his body in any case, the hypnosis was just part of the club and he needed the part time work. This club offered a better rate than any of the other sex clubs he skimmed so he decided to pick up a night shift or two.

Besides, the discretion worked both ways, even if anyone he knew recognized him, all identifying features were obfuscated after the encounter in both the fur’s minds leaving them only the faint recollection of the fur they were fucking. It was admittedly a good system. He began idly wondering if any of his coworkers had fucked him in the short time he had been working at the club. For some reason he seemed to be an instant hit for patrons, despite not knowing exactly who he was, all encounters were marked with an associated ID tag and his queue was almost always filled.

At least the tips were nice.

A ping from the wolf’s phone indicated a new customer to attend to, which was strange, sure sometimes some clients would team up and have him at the same time, but when the wolf checked his phone, he found the requests were from different areas of the club. His body stopped, stuck between deciding which one to attend to first.

Sure, one request came before the other, but the other one had paid more money for expedited service. Even if Splicer wanted to choose one over the other he couldn’t. It was all processed by the club who would then send the direction right to his brain chip. He stood frozen in the middle of the dance floor as the green and purple lights flashed around him, ears filled with some techno music that seemed so far off. Even when a fur bumped into him and turned to apologize, Splicer stood still.

“Hey are you good?” The fur waved a hand in front of the wolf’s face. No response. The fox noted the lack of clothes and the telltale panties denoting the wolf as a service fur. He was used to them being a little spaced out but the thousand yard stare they had denoted a new level. “Do you need me to get a manager?”

It took every ounce of will within the wolf’s body to muster a nod, eyes still stuck firm to his phone. He had never been trapped like this, nor should the club’s app even be allowed to queue two different requests at the exact same time. But it had.

Ping!

A third request hit his phone from a different section. The fox ran scanning the crowd trying to find a manager.

Ping!

Another request. Splicer felt his mind go blank as it was pulled in different directions by the app’s programming. He was sure it had to be a bug, he just had to hold on until a manager could come and reset the app for him.

Ping! Ping!

Splicer’s mind was being assaulted by the plethora of requests that filled his phone. He knew it was a problem, but his mind was getting so spacey he forgot why. A couple more requests came through and he swore he could smell smoke from his chip coming from his ears. A few more and his maw hung open, dripping drool onto the dance floor.

“Here he is!” The fox anxiously pointed in the direction of the wolf who had not moved a single centimetre.

“Hmmmmmm. I see…” Splicer saw a pink paw grab the phone from his own paw, which stayed exactly as it was. His eyes blankly staring down at the imaginary phone within.

“I see, I see…” The telltale manager suit vest he could see in front of him continued. “Seems there’s been a glitch in the request system that overloaded his brain. He should be fine…”

The pink paw snapped in front of the wolf’s face, Splicer didn’t even blink.

“Probably… I’ll have to deal with the client’s requests. What if you brought him over to the VIP lounge and sat him down. You can stick around if you’d like as well.”

“Ok, as long as he’ll be alright I suppose!” The fox, excited by the prospect of seeing the inside of the illustrious VIP lounge quickly agreed. He had heard whispers of the free drinks and luscious chairs and sofas from other patrons. One even said there was a bed in there!

He had to see it. He half guided, half pushed the still drooling wolf off the dance floor and carefully guided him down the stairs. He noted the glowing pink neon sign above one room’s door, screaming VIP it seemed in the dark basement’s lighting and almost left the wolf behind in his rush for the door.

Splicer was hastily slumped down into a velvet clad chair while the fox fancied himself a drink, all the while drinking in all the details of the room. He found all the rumours true and more. His paw ran over the satin bedsheets of the king bed, the silky feel made a shiver run down his spine. Not to mention the top tier liquor he was drinking in his mixed rum and coke. No wonder the place was so highly priced for a romp in it. He almost felt jealous of the wolf, whose head had slumped forward into their chest, wetting the fur with drool. They probably saw this space all the time with how popular they were and all.

Hell, the main reason the fox had come to the club in the first place was to request their services after rave reviews from a friend, but he ended up being a bit too nervous for the act and instead ended up just dancing. But now the two of them were in the room, alone.

He trekked over, running a paw across the dumb wolf’s shoulder.

“Hell, that manager will probably take a while…” The fox told himself, thinking about having some fun with the wolf. He was sure they wouldn’t mind in any case. He wasn’t even sure how much a mind they had left. He felt his paws going down to his pants as if they had a mind of his own, before he knew it, they were kicked away and his shirt was coming up above his head.

“Well I guess you’ve made yourself comfortable…” A voice from the door made the fox rip their shirt back down to see the pink badger standing in the door way with their arms crossed.

“What? Uhhhh, no it’s not what it looks like! I was just, uhhhh… Hot?” The fox sheepishly replied, noting the variety of furs standing behind the badger.

“Hot? Yeah, alright… Well I suppose what’s one more fur for the pile. All these guests behind me had requested the wolf’s services tonight. I explained the brain malfunction situation to them but they don’t seem all that deterred so I offered to let them all have a private spot to do with him what they want for the night. You may join, if you wish…”

“I-I can?” the fox nodded, sure he was about to be roughed up and thrown to the curb by security.

“Of course…” The manager walked up and put an arm around the shy fox’s shoulder before whispering in their ear. “That is, if you’re willing to come work for us…”

“YES!” The fox squealed out before he even realized what he said.

“Great! I’ll have a contract drafted in the morning, as well as the full time contract that wolf is going to agree to after today. I imagine he won’t have too many arguments…”

The badger left, leaving around twenty five hungry, one blushing and one completely fried fur alone in the room. All eyes were mainly on the wolf, but a few quizzical glances were tossed at the fox.

It wasn’t long before Splicer was on the bed, staring vacantly at the ceiling. His mind was entirely blanked out by his chip to ensure no lasting damage would be done from the overload, but for now he was little more than a breathing fleshlight. Not that the hungry patrons seemed to mind the fact, it was even an added benefit for most of them, even harder than they thought possible by the idea of taking that zonked-out wolf. Arguments began to be made of who would be the first fuck.

“Obviously I’ll go first!” One horse proclaimed while walking towards the bed.

“You’ll wreck his tight hole right from the star? Fuck that!” An otter protested while rubbing his dick up and down from the couch.

“What about him?” One alligator asked, pointing a clawed finger towards the fox who felt like he was standing in the middle of the spotlight.

The fox felt his face flush, surely they wouldn’t give him the honour, as much as he might like it.

“Fine.” The otter agreed.

“Whatever… I’d still like to ruin him first though…” The horse begrudgingly agreed.

Suddenly a chorus of agreement rose from the crowd as paws pushed the fox towards the edge of the bed, where the wolf obediently waited for him. Normally he’d be nervous by the idea, but all the eyes watching him, the agreement to sell himself to maybe even the same fate as the wolf.

He bit his lip as he used the complimentary lube the club provided to ready his knot for the wolf. He leaned over and pressed his tip to the wolf’s tailhole.

Surely they wouldn’t mind after all…