FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas.

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Sam stood at the door, hand raised in the air and waving as the car pulled out of the driveway before it headed off down the road with a rendition of “the wheels on the bus go round and round” blaring. Seeing how much Kelsey loved that music never failed to bring a smile to Sam’s lips. No sooner had the car turned the corner and gone out of sight did a familiar form appear in the driveway, a form which always made Sam nervous. A black furred paw reached up to adjust the copper halo about Sam’s neck, making sure it was seated just right about the access port which provided a connection to the online world. Being a lazy Sunday, Sam was still in sleep clothes, a simple baggy white shirt and a pair of small sleep shorts.

The large blue and white striped sabre-toothed tiger walking up the driveway was dressed as sharply as ever, in his baby blue suit and matching tie. Already he was grinning at Sam as he approached with his hands in his pockets, the single platted lock of his fringe hung down the right side of his face and partially covering a tribal tattoo, which ran from just above his eye and down along his jawline to nearly his chin. When he got closer, Sam could smell that same cologne once again, he always smelled so damned good.

“There’s my gorgeous vixen, happy anniversary babe” the large fanged feline grinned as he walked on up to Sam and gripped her buttocks with a firm squeeze and a deep kiss. Sam’s bushy tail curled and flicked behind at the grope to her behind, already pressing back and wiggling a little into his hands. “How about you pour us a drink before we start the celebrations?” the large feline asked as he guided Sam back inside and closed the front door behind himself. Once inside, Duncan reached out and gave the fox a firm swat on the backside to usher Sam towards the kitchen.

The fox did as told and quickly headed into the kitchen to grab two glasses and a bottle of white wine before returning to the lounge. When Sam returned, Duncan was already stripping out of his suit and tie, his broad white muscled chest and abs were on already display. Sam tried not to look, but it was hard not to as the large uniquely coloured feline was rather attractive, if not simply imposing. While Duncan stripped out of his clothing, Sam poured them both a glass of wine, trying to ignore the growing nerves and not to spill the wine in the process. While the feline sipped his slowly, he did reach out to gently lift the base of Sam’s glass to force it down faster. Before Sam could decline another glass, Duncan had already poured a refill and once again forced the base of the glass upwards in order for Sam to down the next glass as well.

Sam was quite a lightweight when it came to booze, especially wine, so the two glasses in quick succession was more than enough to make the fox’s head spin. But that was exactly what Duncan was counting on, he wanted to make the most of their anniversary it seemed, and wine was a good way to ensure Sam was even more compliant than usual. Already he had shucked his underwear and was now sitting in the nude in the seat beside Sam, his thick blue spined spear on display while he stared expectantly at the fox beside him.

“Come on babe, be a good girl and give it a little suck” Duncan almost growled as he reached over to run his fingers through Sam’s short blond hair affectionately. “Trust me, you’re going to want that lube for what I have planned for you” the large feline said with a lecherous grin and wink. Sam’s tail couldn’t help but curl protectively down against their backside subconsciously, already having a feeling what Duncan meant.

Ever the obedient fox, Sam set the near empty glass of wine down on the coffee table beside Duncan’s still full one, before turning back to face him. For a moment, Sam just stared at the feline’s imposing thick blue length and hesitated. But when Duncan gave a soft growl, the fox leaned forward and got to work, knowing what was expected on their anniversary. Soft black furred hands gripped about the base of the throbbing blue shaft in one hand, while the other moved between the sabre-toothed tiger’s thighs to cup and fondle his balls. Sam’s tongue reached out to gently lick along the underside of his cock, from the top of the hand grasped about the base of Duncan’s cock, all the way to the tip. At least the large cat seemed to enjoy the attention, as it had him purring already. That purring only increased in volume when Sam’s muzzle finally sunk down deep onto his blue cock and began sucking for all they were worth. It was a strange feeling sucking a cock with spines like this, they felt rough against Sam’s tongue and cheeks, but it pleased Duncan and right now, that was all that mattered.

“There you go, that’s my pretty girl” Duncan grinned at Sam, once more brushing his hand across Sam’s cheek encouragingly, while he lightly bucked his hips up into the nice warm and slick sucking maw wrapped about his cock. It didn’t take long for his cock to get hard as steel and begin spitting salty strands of precum against the back of Sam’s throat and tongue, all of which was swallowed down obediently and without complaint. Sam stared up into the tigers deep blue eyes, wanting to see the love and appreciation in them while Duncan had his cock sucked so diligently and obediently. Sam wanted nothing more than to please the large white and blue striped sabre-toothed tiger, no matter what.

“Time for the main event, you know what I want…” He ordered with a light pant, now finally pushing Sam’s muzzle off his cock. When Sam didn’t move immediately, he raised a finger and made a turnabout motion, indicating how he wanted the fox positioned. “I told you; I want something special for our anniversary…now turn around and lift your tail for me” Duncan growled softly while he reached out to lightly tease his claws against Sam’s cheek.

Sam did as told after feeling those claws, the message was clear, Duncan would not be denied his prize. With Sam’s knees on the seat of the sofa with arms resting folded against the backrest, the fox stared straight ahead at the clock on the wall. Something about it caught Sam’s attention, though the fox just couldn’t figure out why it felt so important. Meanwhile, Duncan stood behind Sam and admired the view of the pert vulpine behind presented before him, though they were still covered by a pair of short silk sleep shorts. Of course that wasn’t a problem, one small tug and Sam was bared before him, just as ordered. Duncan knelt behind Sam and gently grasped that bushy tail to force it up out the way with one hand, while the other grasped at a buttock and tugged it aside with his thick thumb. Before him was what he craved, a nice tight little pink and untouched pucker. The sight alone damn near had Duncan salivating, he had waited so long to pop this cherry and today was the day he was going to do just that.

The large feline leaned forward and extended his tongue to swipe across Sam’s little puckered tail hole, making the fox gasp at the contact. Sam’s tail immediately tried to lower, but Duncan would not allow it and forced it higher still. Again, he leaned in for another lick, soon beginning to kiss and make out with the resistant little ring of flesh, slowly working at it until his thick tongue could slither inside. By the time Duncan was almost fucking the Sam’s behind with his tongue, Sam was panting and squirming on the seat before him, the fox’s nails had even dug little gouges into the backrest of the sofa. Good, Sam was nearly ready to be claimed, Duncan noted. Just a little more and the dumb bitch would be begging to be fucked in the ass, just like all the others. Duncan increased the tempo of his tongue fucking, forcing his rough oral muscle deep into the nice snug little hole beneath the bushy tail being held aloft in his hand.

“Please…no more…just…fuck me…” Sam huffed and begged, just as Duncan had predicted. They all did, eventually. No matter how much they had been against it at the start, eventually he would wear them down and get them to beg for him to pop their final cherries.

“Good girl” Duncan growled and stood up behind Sam, his grip still holding the fox’s tail high, while his other hand guided his turgid blue flesh down to make contact with the tiny pink star before him. Slowly the feline pushed forward, feeling that initial resistance to his entry, but he kept pressing insistently against it. Eventually Sam’s little flower blossomed and parted, swallowing the tip of his shaft entry and another inch soon after. God, Duncan loved how they all groaned when he finally got under their tails, the way they clenched and squirmed beneath him. Already he could feel Sam’s pucker fluttering and trying to close defensively, but his cock was already in the way and gaining more ground with every second. “Almost there, good girl” the large striped feline cooed to the smaller fox beneath him as he forced a solid nine inches of spined blue feline cock in deep.

It felt like it took forever, but in reality, was probably less than half a minute, but eventually Duncan’s hips pressed flush against Sam’s backside. He could feel how Sam’s tail was trying to twitch and flick, even to curl down between the fox’s thighs protectively, but he wouldn’t allow it. Instead, he tugged up higher on it, just so he could see his thick blue cock sheathed inside that nice little tight hole beneath. Sam wasn’t making enough noise for his liking however, so instead of starting off slow like he usually would, the feline began to pick up the pace in short order, until his hips were clapping against the fox’s behind at a steady pace. That did it, the inexperienced fox whimpered and cried out as the large striped feline completely shattered their last vestiges of purity, all while whispering “good girl” into Sam’s ear.

Sam knew today and especially this act was only for Duncan’s benefit, only the large feline was getting any real pleasure out of this moment. Sam had been reluctant and resistant to even the suggestion, but that didn’t seem to dissuade Duncan in the slightest. If anything, Sam’s resistance had only made the sabre-toothed tiger want it more. Now he had it and was revelling in Sam’s discomfort it seemed, a fact which at least made it seem like it was pleasuring Duncan almost as much as having his cock up Sam’s ass was. Sure enough, it didn’t take too much longer before Sam felt Duncan lean down to take a firm bite of scruff in a mating bite, just before the first hot splashes of the felines seed spilled deep inside their guts.

Duncan gave a few last rough, quick jabs of his hips against Sam’s posterior, before finally withdrawing his length from the fox. Sam swore there was the sound of a camera shutter from behind somewhere, but dared not look back in case it angered Duncan further. The feeling of Duncan’s eyes admiring his handiwork was hard to ignore, he still held Sam’s tail aloft as he got one last look at his victory and the prize he had finally claimed.

Sam remained kneeling on the sofa for a few moments while the large feline got dressed again, only daring to move once Duncan stood beside the front door and beckoned Sam over. “See you next time, vixen” he purred before he leaned down to force a kiss to Sam’s lips. Sam felt oddly numb, the note of sarcasm in Duncan’s words was hard to ignore, this was not at all how one should feel on such a happy day as an anniversary, surely? Even as Sam watched Duncan exit the front door and stroll back down the driveway, a cold twisting feeling began to take root deep within in the pit of Sam’s belly. It only got worse when the large feline vanished around the corner and left Sam standing alone at the front door once again.

Just then, a familiar car pulled back into the driveway and parked in front of the garage. Sam watched as a gorgeous vixen and her little girl climbed out of the car, heading around back to unload the groceries. “Well, don’t just stand there Samuel, come help offload!” Helen called out with a radiant smile and a cheerful wave. Samuel blinked and looked down at his hand, feeling the weight of his wedding band suddenly.

Once Samuel was snapped out of his daze, he frowned as he turned to look back across the living room at the clock on the wall again, as if it held an important clue as to why he felt the way he did just then. It felt as though Helen had only just left a moment ago, but she was already back from her shopping trip. It was then he spotted the two wineglasses on the coffee table and a half empty bottle of white wine., neither of which bore his wife’s colour lipstick, or any lipstick for that matter.

“Daddy, did you sit in something?” Kelsey asked as she dashed in past her father to get into the house but paused when she noticed the wet spot at the seat of her father’s sleep shorts.

“Daddy is a silly fox, he’s always making messes, isn’t he sweetheart?” Helen joked as she walked past the still confused fox and gave him a firm swat on the behind. Samuel winced at the swat, suddenly feeling a strange ache beneath his tail. “Something wrong, love?” Helen paused to ask as she looked at her husband with some concern.

“N…no…think my halo is just on the fritz” Samuel lied as he reached up to fidget with the slender copper harness about the back of his neck. The fuzzy glitching at the edges of his vision were barely perceptible, but they were there and the more he looked for them, the more he could spot them. Something was wrong with his halo and his connection to the online world…