FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

With a soft hum to myself, I slid my paws into the tiny pockets of my short jean shorts, letting my fingers dance around the small glass bottle I was storing in there. I made sure to wear little more than I needed to as I strolled along underneath the streetlights, and I could feel every little breeze ruffle my short but well-groomed fur. My runner’s thighs were clearly exposed, with the muscle just barely poking out around my soft brown and white fur. Those poor jean shorts just barely held back my hips, ass, and package, with each one flexing on their own as I continued my walk down those semi-busy streets. The dark black and short-sleeved crop top stretched over my upper half, leaving my slender midsection more than exposed. If I was a girl, my boobs would’ve been hanging out without question, but the top was just enough to qualify as a guy’s shirt for most places. With that skimpy thong tucked underneath my jean shorts, my outfit was complete, leaving me more than ready for the busy night ahead.

I loved the attention I got as I casually strolled down the street, and I made sure to sway my hips and keep my chest puffed out, looking confident and ready to help draw it in even more. I wanted to make sure that everyone would look, but no one would want to actually mess with me. Stoats didn’t normally project an air of intimidation, especially a short, skinny, and lone one like myself, but I had picked up a few tricks to keep those with evil thoughts from doing anything too drastic. Normally I’d just rely on them being a little too shocked by my appearance to make any moves until I was already out of range, and that seemed to work just fine most of the time. On rare occasions, when someone was bold enough to do something anyway, a few cute cries for help and a hidden blade in my belt buckle had always saved the day. Bystanders were quick to rush in and help the cute guy getting assaulted, and I didn’t even need to repay most of them with a blowjob either.

Not that I would have hesitated if they asked. I smirked a little bit at the thought, although I knew that I wasn’t getting dragged away anywhere I didn’t want to be tonight. I was too close to my target for any of my regulars to let that happen. Besides, in this part of town, I was usually more than open to the idea of ending up in a dark alleyway, with someone having their way with me.

Apartments in the Gayborhood were pretty ridiculous in price, so I’d been forced to find a place to live a dozen blocks down instead. On a nice night like tonight I didn’t mind the walk. It gave me a chance to get the blood pumping through my legs, and it gave me plenty of time to show off what I had to any of those that might be interested. Being called a twink would be an understatement as my femboyish weasel frame was smooth and curvy in all the right places, and I watched multiple sets of eyes dart my way the moment I stepped onto those rainbow street-signed corners. Still, I didn’t stop for anyone, even as a few calls and whistles came my way. I had somewhere to be, and I was already running just a little late.

There were a few popular gay bars in the Gayborhood, but there was one in particular that I enjoyed going to the most. “The Fox Hole” was a pretty generic name, but that sort of upfrontness drew in the right kind of people, and I felt that I could trust them a little more than some of the other clubs around. As I crossed another rainbow styled sidewalk crossing, I could see the flashing rainbow lights of the façade off in the distance, along with that fluffy fox’s tail throbbing in its own set of neon on the side of the older brick building.

Most of the regulars knew my name, or at least knew who I was. I knew them all pretty well in return, and with a few smiles and winks at the small groups gathered along the sidewalk, I let everyone know I was in town and open for business. A few friendly waves, and a quick hug or two as I walked by was all I could spare however. I knew they weren’t all waiting for me, but at the same time, I knew that a lot of them would be back to see me before the night was out. A few slaps to my ass on the way by only made me squeak and whip my tail back at whoever’s paw had hit me, winking over my shoulder at them as I continued my journey towards the club. And then, just about half a block before I hit the entrance, I made a sharp turn down an alleyway, coming face to face with a very familiar rhino.

“Never miss a session, do ya Stan?” I said after a gentle clearing to my throat. I let a small smile cross over my face before I continued walking up towards the chubby rhino, and when I was in range I reached out to give him a hug. He was a big guy for sure, as any rhino should be. But, he had more of a gut than most muscled types tended to have, and a slightly smaller package than I’d experienced with other rhinos. Still, he was one of my closest “friends”, and he was always there to greet me when I showed up at my usual Saturday night spot.

“Never!” he shouted back with a soft rumbling chuckle as he gave me a strong squeeze, forcing me to hold my breath so he wouldn’t crush my ribs. “How is everything with you?”

“Oh fine,” I said back with a heavy huff as he released me, before the two of us began to walk a little deeper into the alleyway. “Ready to let loose tonight. I endured a whole week of being pent up, and I have a feeling a lot of others did too.”

“You can always count on that around these parts,” he replied as he let his large paw slide down my back, causing me to arch up just a bit and push my rear end out for his paw to grope at.

“That’s why I keep coming back,” I added with a soft moan as his firm fingers dug into my tightly bound up rear. “Got a line tonight already?”

“Oh, a few are waiting for you,” Stanley answered with a soft lick to his lips. Then, before I could ask anything else, I felt his paw slowly give some pressure to my shoulder, turning my body and pushing me up against one of the alleyway walls. “But it’s my turn first.”

I knew it was coming, so I had plenty of time to brace myself with my own paws as they slammed up against the old brick building. With a firm grind at my behind, I arched my back and give off a playful grunt as my tail brushed up against the rhino’s legs, thighs, and soon his belly and chest as it naturally rose up. “Mmph, I can’t wait,” I said as I got stable in my new position, spreading my legs out a bit wider, before moving one of my paws down to the front of my shorts. I undid the buckle with a few quick motions, as if I’d practiced that maneuver a thousand times before, all while working my way towards my button and zipper. With that characteristic noise of a zipper ringing off the brick wall in front of me, the rhino knew it was his turn to grab at my waistband and yank it down, giving me just enough time to snag the small amber bottle out of the pocket of my jean shorts before he did. As his fingers dug in and pulled down, he managed to grab onto the waistband of my thong on the way, with those large rhino fingers being far from gentle and careful. I could feel the underwear get yanked down along with my shorts, but soon enough the edge of that thong peaked out above them, giving the rhino an idea. He let go of my jeans, before he reached in with his large fingers and gave the waistband of my thong a tug, yanking it back a good distance before letting it go.

I let out a little squeal as the waistband gave off a heavy smack across my cheeks, but I was quick to add a small shake and sway in order to let that sting fade all that much quicker. With the thong’s waist strap now stretched around the widest part of my ass, the rhino seemed to enjoy the view for a moment, before reaching down and snapping it back into its proper place at my waist, making me jump again at the sudden sting. With a small grunt of approval, he let me step out of my pants and kick them off to the side, all while I could hear him start to free himself behind me as well. It wasn’t long before I felt him slapping his erect cock down on my ass cheeks, and soon it was grinding up against that tiny thong strap holding back my balls, taint, and pucker from his view.

With a moaning huff I pushed my ass out a bit more to counter the pressure. At the same time, I opened the little amber vial I held in my paw, before bringing it up to my nostrils for a slow breath in. As the warm tingle began to race up to my brain and all throughout my body, leaving me feeling happy and relaxed, I felt the rhino reach his paw over and ask for the vial himself. I sealed it up and handed it back, hearing him take his own sniff of the chemical scented substance inside, before letting out a nice deep breath. With both him and I now in the proper mood, the rhino gave out a hearty groan once more, before I felt his paw dig into that middle of my thong strap and yank it to the side, exposing my eager hole to the cool night air.

I let out a deep breath and a little shiver as the first cock of the night was always a rush, and I felt that eager tingle once again start to shoot up my spine, making my pucker clench in excitement at the same time. With a few soft grinds of his now bare cock against my bare ass, I let out a few more eager moans as his warm cock tip pressed up against my prepared pucker. His pre was all I needed to get things going as that bulbous head popped easily through my well-traveled ring, making us both moan out as he sunk inch after inch of rhino cock into my talented and pre-lubed rear end.

“Fuck you feel good,” he called out as his belly soon rested on the top of my ass, leaving him free to set his stance as I did my best to help him line up.

“Right back at ya big guy,” I said in return, adding in a soft whimper as he drew back his cock before slamming it right back inside. The rhino wasn’t gentle, and he wasn’t exactly technical with his thrusting. He was pure power, pure need, and pure lust – just what I loved about a lot of the bigger guys. He knew how to drill an ass, and that’s just what he did, sending my small body shivering and shaking with each powerful slap of his hips and belly against my rear. It didn’t take him long to work up to a good rhythm as the large beast was no stranger to this setting or my hole, knowing just how hard he could push and how easily my rear would handle it.

My moans and his grunts were sure to attract a bit of attention as they rang out of the alleyway and down towards the groups along the sidewalk, but that was exactly the idea. Half of them were already waiting their turn, although the other half were the fun ones that I got to lure in with all the sloppy noises I helped to make. That online posting that I always put up before I left home never hurt either, along with a few previous pictures taken by those that wanted a memento of their time with me in this alleyway. And, judging by the look of the crowd outside of the club, a lot of people had gotten the message. Tonight was going to be a rather busy night, but I was more than ready to handle it. In fact, I needed it just as bad as everyone else needed me, and I was eager to prove it.

The rhino never took too long on his first go, and I certainly wasn’t looking for a long, romantic session either. A few minutes of vigorous slapping and pumping were just enough to work up a sweat and a few deep gasping breaths. That was plenty for me, and it was usually plenty for him too. A few hard thrusts later and he was grinding his groin against my ass with enough power to nearly push me flat against the wall, leaving me squealing as I felt his load shoot up inside me with a few warm splatters against my insides. With a few more deep breaths against the side of my head, the rhino soon slid himself back out with a sloppy wet pop ringing around the walls of the alleyway. He tapped his cock against my ass cheeks to clean himself off, before he took a step back and zipped up his pants. “Stay right there – got a few that are extra eager.”

“Will do,” I said with a small chuckle, keeping my body pressed up against that wall as I caught my own breath, all while starting to feel a small trickle of rhino cum leak back down from my exposed hole. I knew that my underwear had to go, as I wanted to keep them as clean as possible to help soak up a bit of the fluids on my walk back to my apartment. I reached back and began to wiggle my thong off, kicking it to the side along with my shorts as the rhino headed back towards the street. I spread out my legs a bit wider and got in a small stretch once the thong was off, as well as getting another hit of the popper bottle I had placed at my side to keep the buzz going, but I didn’t have to wait long for the next guys to come see me with my ass sticking out and my tail laying against my spine and shoulders. With a set of amused squeaks ringing out in my ears, I instantly knew who was behind me without even looking.

Of course I turned my head to confirm my suspicions, and as I smiled back at the two rodents walking towards me, I could feel my body turning and starting to peel off the wall. I wanted to reach out and give both of them a hug as I hadn’t seen either of them for a few weeks, but before I could make it too far, I felt the rat’s paw grab onto my shoulder and push me back into place against the wall. “Where do you think you’re going, slut?” he said with that growl to his voice that left me shivering, with my fluffy tail giving a playful sway against my back.

“Mmmph, just wanted a hug,” I whimpered out as cute as I could, only to get a smack to my rear for my effort.

“Maybe when we’re done,” the other mouse shot back, before rubbing one of his fingers along my ass crack, and then sliding his thumb into my already seeded ass. “Rhino didn’t go too hard on him,” he said towards the other rodent, making him nod and give a happy grumble in return. “Still plenty to make use of.”

“A little early for a DP from you both,” I shot back with a squirm as the finger invaded my rear end. “But a spit roast would be awesome, or even a double facial to really get the night started!”

“Hmm,” the rat began as his paw slowly left my shoulder, although I didn’t dare move even though the pressure was released. I knew better than to peel myself away from the wall if that’s where he wanted me. “Ferret fag brought up some good options. You want his muzzle or ass dear?”

“Well,” the mouse began, popping his thumb out of my rear and cleaning it off along my tail base, “I’m already back here. You wanna take his throat?”

“I’d be delighted,” the rat replied, before using his paw to pull my shoulder back and away from the wall, only to bend me over and push my muzzle against his already bulging groin. That caused the three of us to have to adjust our positioning a bit, but in a flash we were lined up, with me placing my paws on the rat’s hips just to hold myself steady. The mouse behind me was quick to drop his pants and slide in, with the bigger rat in front digging his own cock out of his pants and slapping it against my lips while it grew. With a few cute squeals and moans escaping my muzzle from the effort, that tapered tip lined up between my lips, and with a needy thrust of his hips, it slide inside with a hearty and throaty gurgle.

The first oral session of the night was always a little rough for me as I needed to warm up, but with how familiar I was with the rat and the shape of his cock, I knew just how to angle my upper body to let his huge balls slap against my chin each time he thrusted forwards. The mouse behind me was also quite familiar with my rear end, along with the other rodent’s thrusting patterns as well. That allowed all three of us began to work in unison, with heavy and sloppy moans bouncing off the walls all around us as we got deeper and deeper into the heated passion. It was fast, primal, and brutal as I could feel the sting from both those large sacks slamming into my taint and chin. Rodents were always an adventure, and what they lacked in cock size, they made up for in sheer desire to breed. However, those two weren’t here to spend all night with me either. They had their dancing to do in the club, so neither one of them worried too much about holding back. After only a few minutes of bouncing back and forth between the rodents, they came nearly in unison, with two heavy rodent loads overflowing both my mouth and my rear. Those giant balls were really good at holding far too much for one stoat to handle, but I was more than happy to try and hold as much as I could each and every time. I loved the feel of cum leaking through my fur from either end, and I knew that wouldn’t be the first of it I’d feel this night.

I did finally get my hug as they got busy sliding their pants back on, and I promised that I’d try to make it inside to dance with them at some point. But, I knew that the crowd waiting at the beginning of the alleyway was only growing larger by the moment. The rhino was good at holding them back for the most part, but it usually became a mad rush at the peak of club activity, with some even making deals to visit me together, just to speed up the action. The next round consisted of a hog and two wolves, all rushing down the alleyway towards me, with the hog rather happy to get ridden as I swapped back and forth between blowing the two wolves. With those three done another few loaners showed up to deposit their loads inside my rear, before another tag team of a kangaroo and bear shared me in another spit roast. I had to take a short break after that before I was swarmed with the next set of guys, asking them to wait up as I took a few quick inhalations of that chemically scented liquid inside the bottle. As I felt the warming rush shoot across my frame and leave me gazing off into drooling space for a few moments, I held out the bottle to the nearest weasel and let him pass it around, limbering the five of them up for the intense session we were all about to have. Five was a lot at once, even for a trained slut like myself, but I always found a way to get them all off, and today was going to be no exception.

I quickly lost track of just how many had come my way. I knew some of them, and I even knew some of them pretty well, but there were always those guys that I’d never seen before and would never see again. I didn’t mind though. I loved the attention, and I loved hearing them moan as they lived out their dream fantasy of fucking a hot guy well out of their league, especially after a full night of striking out with everyone else. It was weird to say, but I kind of enjoyed the less-desirable guys the most. Those creepy, awkward, not-so-good-looking, or not-so-well-endowed creatures that just wanted to get their rocks off. The contrast of the situation was always kind of a rush for me, and I met some that I’d actually become decent friends with over my time doing this sort of thing. Not to mention that some of the more shy and reserved guys could really fuck like wild beasts!

Then again, most were just another load to add to the list, nothing more. As the night continued to fly by, I continued to keep my rear end up and open for anyone that wanted in. When the rhino came in for his second round, and a bit later for his third, that’s when I really knew the night was starting to wrap up. By that point I was a mess. Most guys didn’t even bother with my rear end after a certain time as it was pretty open and messy thanks to a few stallions that stopped by, but I was more than happy to keep my mouth busy, even as my jaw started to ache from all the work. The taste of various species cum, and the smell of their combined musks was quickly overwhelming, and past a certain point I didn’t even bother to try and identify each new taste or smell that came my way. It all blended into one manly mix of sex, need, and debauchery – along with that chemical liquid keeping me nice and loose most of the night – a scent I was more than used to on these busy Saturday nights.

There was always that one guy that loved my rump utterly destroyed though, and he was willing to wait until the end of the night for it. I knew a few in particular that enjoyed that particular brand of sex, but tonight it was that iguana who loved stuffing his tail in first, making my belly bulge with how deep it could reach, before jamming his cock inside right after. What he could feel after that intense stretching I couldn’t say, as I could barely feel anything myself, but I guess that’s just what he loved. He usually came quick, and as he wiped his tail and groin against some of the only fur that wasn’t matted with cum, I was quick to thank him for the donation nevertheless. Paul? Peter? Something with a P… I was pretty sure I had him in my contacts, but I rarely had a chance to do anything but moan and say thank you with the constant assault of eager people after my attention. He was a pretty good fisting buddy though, so I had to make sure to contact him sometime during the week when I really needed a work out.

A few more stragglers continued to come in after that, but I could tell the night was almost over as they were all super drunk, high, or creepier than even I enjoyed dealing with. Still, I kept my body on offer for as long as I could, feeling the ache in my back, kneels, legs, and core when the last one finally slid out and zipped himself up. Stan had left after his third load, leaving me to fend for myself in that dark alleyway, with my fur and insides now dripping with a full zoo of different species reproductive fluids, and my small bottle of happy juice empty thanks to everyone else wanting a hit or two. It wasn’t that hard to manage at this time of the night as the flow had fallen to a trickle, but then, all of a sudden, the flow stopped entirely.

It was always quite the shock to the system when my partners stopped coming and I was left truly alone, with only my heavy breaths ringing out in the near-morning silence around me. The full assault of attention, moans, and pleasure had been constant nearly all night, but it had a habit of vanishing just as quickly when the crowd finally had all they needed from me. In the eerie morning silence, before even the birds had woken up, I was left feeling a bit lonely and empty. Even though I’d gotten more action than anyone else in the city tonight, I still couldn’t help but feel that I was actually the most alone person here – used for some fun but otherwise not really cared for. I felt that feeling almost every weekend, although it never got any easier to deal with. To try and get my mind off it, I slowly pulled myself away from the wall and gave a stretch to my back. A few nervous flicks rocked through my tail and ears as my eyes looked up and down the alley, seeing nothing but the remnants of trash and spilled cum after a long night of partying. I took a heavy breath to try and push that lonely feeling out once more, and in a further effort to cope, I took a moment to catch my breath, before reached down to dig my phone out from a long forgotten pocket.

I’d missed a lot over the night when I was too busy to check it, and I always loved seeing the flood of pictures, naughty comments, and other shout outs from some friends and partners I had through the night. I soaked up the attention like a sponge, giving me another rush of belonging and purpose, and the need to be loved that I craved so much. It left me rather proud as I saw all those happy messages thanking me for what I did. I’d have all of tomorrow to rest and recover, and to go through all of them and respond in kind, but I always loved getting the quick and dirty notes at the end of the night. However, just as I was reaching the most recent messages at the top of my list, there was one specific text that caught my eye.

It wasn’t from a number that I had in my contacts, although the rhino was pretty quick to give out my number to anyone who might want it. Still, the message was sent only 10 minutes ago, and it read, “Hey Mink Cumdump, you still around? We’re heading out to grab some breakfast if you’re interested. We’ll buy you something since you got all of us off earlier. Maybe we’ll give you another round afterwards if you’re still eager.”

Messages like that made me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, no matter that they could never seem to get my species right. The fact that someone cared enough to take me out for breakfast was only a jewel on top of that crown of such a busy night. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, those were the nights that I would truly cherish. With a soft squeal of excitement, I was quick to press my thumbs to the screen as I typed back, “Yeah, I’m just finishing up. Give me 5 minutes and I can meet you outside the club.”

I didn’t wait for a response as I did my best to slide out as much residual cum from my fur as I could, before wiping my fingers on an unstained part of the wall, and then get myself dressed. There was no hiding the fact that my fur was pretty matted and disheveled, and I no doubt smelled like a horny teenager’s room – a very productive teenager’s room - but there was little I could do about it in the alleyway. I pressed down as much of the frizz as I could with my paws, even looking at myself in my phone camera to try and at least get my facial fur straight, when I felt the phone buzz in my grasp once more.

“See you there slut,” the message said back, making me smile once again. The solo walk of shame home was always the worst, and I rarely felt more alone when I just quietly slipped out of the alleyway and walked back to my apartment with little fanfare, but that message made me think that tonight wasn’t going to be one of those nights. With a happy slide to my step, I made my way out of the alley, seeing the sky just barely starting to turn red towards the East. I walked out and turned to face the club, waving to the small group still huddled around the entrance. With a wave back I knew they were the ones waiting for me, and with that same happy slide I continued my stroll forward, letting that confidence fill me once again. Would they be new friends that I would be adding to my contact list, or just someone still pretty drunk and not entirely thinking straight? Either way, I was ready for some interesting conversation between us when we all sat down to eat. I just hoped that the wait staff didn’t have any sensitive ears… or stomachs... or noses.