FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

There’s nothing like having time alone to yourself, and sometimes, you just gotta do things for yourself that no vibrator can do. Beth feels that as she fumbles through her box of toys to pull out the old reliable. It’s a canine cock complete with a knot at the bottom. She remembers fondly the first time she ordered the big thing—almost too big for her. It was a gift, to herself, for her 18th birthday, and she sure as shit wasn’t sure what to do with it.

But her horny, legal ass had no care in the world when she ripped open the thing after grabbing the thankfully unmarked package and running to the bathroom. No one would bother her there, indeed. Inside, she tore open the packaging, seeing the box the dildo came in. It was magnificent, but it was so… very… big.

Biting her lip, Beth took the thing with its suction cup base and she slapped it against the wall. Then, she promptly stripped out of her clothes. In an almost ritualistic way, she kept them all neat and tidy off to the side.

Things could get wet, so she placed a towel at her hooves and stood up, staring at the thing. The breath was caught in her throat as she looked to it. So huge and tapered and with that knot… was she supposed to take that thing? How?

She had to wonder if wolves actually were sporting such huge cocks. After all, cows were pretty big on their own right. She licked her lips and turned around, hands on her knees, and looked forward.

There, she got an entire look at her face in the mirror—and not only that, but that expression of complete debauchery upon it. It wasn’t like she was expecting from all her h-manga reading—it was almost tired looking, with half-hooded eyes and a bit of a frown to it, but those eyes behind those eyelids sparkled with some dark anticipation, and to see her in her naked body ready to fuck herself with a silicone toy—she had never seen herself like that before. She had never considered herself a sexual being.

Well, that changed that day, as she stepped back, bending over, feeling the tip pressing up against her wettened pussy. She bit her lips, shuddering, her breath coming out hard and ragged.

Rocking and reaching her hand back, she found the best angle to get that thing into her and she stepped back, leaned into it, and let that good doggy penetrate her.

The feeling of being filled surpassed any touch her fingers could give herself. There was something right about it—something that she could not describe about the feeling.

Yet the feeling was so different than she expected. The porn she watched had girls screaming from pure delight from a guy pumping into her at such high speed, but even with the slow swallowing of this big boy, she feels that tingle that moves up her body and settles in her lower stomach—at her womb.

She tried, oh, she tried so hard to keep herself from vocalizing, but she couldn’t help herself but gasp out the slightest and breathiest of “moo”s throughout. After all, her family was home and if any of them found out, she’d be in so much fucking trouble.

But someone finding out… someone seeing her. Wouldn’t that be something?

Spurred on by that thought, Beth picked up the pace, gripping her knee and holding the knot. She couldn’t take the thing, and even as she moved down to get to the base, such a swelling was too much for the cow. She just licked her lips and concentrated on the front of that red rocket, letting it plow into her and rub against her walls. Such a lifeless thing was so springy inside of her.

As she approached completion, Beth closed her eyes tight. She rocked against the thing, panting, her legs getting tired—too tired. She fell to her knees on the carpet, letting the thing plop out of her.

She yanked it off the wall and shoved it into her, using her hand now to simulate the fucking, going faster and letting her wettened state get the thing plowing into her. Her panting increased, her eyes glazed over, her mind went nowhere but the pleasure that she was feeling.

And she came, gritting her teeth and fighting back the most enormous scream of her life. Though she was mostly successful, she still had a slight cry of victory and anguish as she climaxed around the toy, dripping onto the carpet.

As she was getting her bearings, a knock brought her back to reality. She sat up, eyes wide, and stared at the door.

“You okay there, Bethy-boo?” comes the calming voice of her mother.

She sighed. If anyone caught her, momma Bertha would be the least embarrassing.

But why?

“Y-yeah, I’m okay, momma,” she says, gathering her things. “It’s just… I’m relieved, haha…”

Was her voice too broken? Was there too much of a relief flooding through her? Did it sound natural for someone who supposedty just took a big shit?

All these worries crossed her mind, and all she got from her mother was, “Okay, baby. I'm just checking. I love you.”

“Love you too!”

* * *

Beth looks at the toy, and she smils. It was a cherished memory in the world of her debauchery—a time she took the first step to being cock hungry and a time she almost got caught.

Speaking of being caught, her alarm goes off. It is almost time to prepare for her special request from one of her fans. It’s time to finally put these VR bands to work, which means getting into something more computerized than good ol’ reliable.