FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The open plains of dry grass sped past me as did the occaisional speed limit sign demanding we slow down. Yelena, my wife, was never one to care if I sped, especially not when we were already miles from home and headed deeper into the middle of nowhere. A poppy radio tune seeped through the speakers, and I watched her lips move, an offbeat rendition of some catchy chorus. She was hitting the notes in her own way, just as loudly and passionately as she did everything else. It was so endearingly awful that my irritation melted away for a moment, replaced by a chuckle and the warmth of how much I adored her.

Yelena caught my grin and raised a playful eyebrow, her voice growing even louder and more spirited, drowning out the twangy guitars.

“Oh, you think that's funny?" she teased, pausing long enough to give me a sidelong glance.

“It's... different," I said with a smirk, knowing full well she'd catch the playful jab.

“You're supposed to be impressed by my talent," Yelena shot back, crossing her arms dramatically over her bust squishing it upwards enough to make me wish for a lower-cut top. Damn she was beautiful and she knew it. Her bright blue eyes flicked over to me, catching the way I stared at her, practically burning through the flimsy material of her top. The way she sat, pretending to be exasperated with my teasing, made her curves all the more alluring. She had an hourglass figure that could stop traffic—full breasts, a tight waist, and hips that flared out in a way that drove me wild. Every inch of her was temptation wrapped in vibrant orange fur with those striking black markings making her look like something out of a dream.

I couldn't help but admire how effortlessly sexy she was, even when we were traveling across the country without any plan other than wherever the road took us. And right now, I didn't particularly care where that was.

“I'm always impressed," I said, letting my eyes linger on her thighs before dragging them back to the road. “And not just with your singing."

She gave a mock huff but uncrossed her arms with a grin that told me she knew exactly what I meant.

“Good thing you're cute," Yelena said, and then she was back to belting out lyrics with wild enthusiasm.

Just as I settled in for another one of her personal concerts, I felt the car shudder beneath us. The engine sputand coughed, like it was choking on the dust hanging in the air.

“What the hell?" Yelena said, her singing cut off as she frowned at the dashboard.

I gripped the wheel tighter, willing the car to keep going as it lost speed. “Come on, come on..."

The engine gave one last pathetic groan before dying completely. We coasted silently for a few hundred feet, finally rolling to a stop under a lone tree standing defiantly against the endless expanse of sunbaked land. I couldn't believe our luck—or lack of it.

“Great," Yelena muttered, pushing open her door with a huff and stepping out into the heat. “Just great."

I followed, feeling every bit as frustrated and useless as I imagined I looked. The afternoon sun was relentless, and I wiped sweat from my forehead with the back of my paw as I popped the hood. Steam billowed out, confirming my worst fears.

“This looks bad," I said, though stating the obvious probably wasn't helping.

Yelena slumped against the car, eyes locked on me with a blend of frustration and expectation. “Can you fix it?" she asked, though I could hear in her voice that she didn't expect much.

I peered into the steaming mess of metal and wires, but it might as well have been alien technology. I ran a paw through my hair, trying to look like I had a clue what I was doing. “Maybe if it cools down, it'll be okay?"

Yelena's sigh told me how convincing that sounded. She pulled out her phone, shaking her head as she tapped the screen. “No signal," she said flatly.

I checked mine with the same result—useless without a bar in sight. My heart sank as I realized just how alone we were out here.

“Guess we're stuck until someone comes by," I said, trying to sound optimistic even though all I felt was the weight of letting her down. The road stretched on forever in both directions, desolate and empty.

Yelena kicked at the dirt, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. “Can't believe this is happening," she muttered.

I wanted to say something to make it better, but words wouldn't help us now. Instead, I focused on trying not to look as helpless as I felt. Car's were never really my thing, I mean I liked them and I knew how an engine worked theoretically. Learning to fix them had never really seemed like a thing I would need to do since I was always able to get a mechanic or roadside assist. I moved next to my wife, feeling the heat radiate off both the car and her. We stood together in silence, two tiny figures against the vast backdrop of nowhere. I glanced over at Yelena, watching as she swiped another strand of black hair away from her face. The sun was turning her orange fur a shade brighter, almost like she was glowing with irritation.

"Maybe it's not as bad as it seems?" I offered lamely.

Yelena's eyes were on the horizon now, scanning for any sign of salvation on four wheels. She didn't respond to my half-hearted attempt at optimism. The wind blew warm and dry across the plains, rustling the grass and making our stranded isolation feel even more pronounced.

Then, just when I was about to admit we might be here a while, dust kicked up in the distance. A small cloud grew larger by the second, carried along by something moving fast in our direction.

“Look!" I said, pointing like a kid who just spotted Santa Claus.

Yelena's eyes lit up with hope as she followed my gaze. Her ears twitched forward, a sure sign she was excited despite herself. "Is that...?"

It was—a truck. A big one too, barreling down the road like it owned the place. Relief washed over me sosuddenly that I nearly forgot how miserable I'd been feeling just moments before. Yelena was already waving her arms, standing in the middle of the road to make sure we didn't miss our chance. The truck slowed as it approached, gliding to a stop right in front of us. The drivers side window slid open, and the most striking figure I'd ever seen filled the gap.

She was a huge Shire horse, all black fur with a white braided mane that hung over her shoulder like something out of an old western film. Despite her rugged appearance, there was no mistaking the femininity she carried. Her breasts were heavy and full beneath a tight tank top, straining against the fabric in a way that demanded attention. My jaw practically hit the ground at the sight.

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"Howdy," she said, her voice smooth and confident as she learned out the side of the window, her arm thick with muscle but still soft looking. “Y'all look like you need a hand," she continued, green eyes flashing as she smiled down at us. “Car trouble?"

Yelena's frustration melted away into something that looked suspiciously like interest. “You could say that. It just... died."

I nodded, feeling a bit tongue-tied under the mare's piercing gaze. “We'd really appreciate any help you can offer."

She chuckled, a low and friendly sound that rumbled through the Texas air like distant thunder. “No problem. Name's Gloria, I'll tow you back to my ranch up the road. Got all the tools there to sort it out."

I couldn't believe our luck. A mechanic, right when we needed one most.

Gloria gestured toward her truck with a nod of her head. “I'll pull in front; we'll get you hitched up real quick."

With that, she rolled up the window and swung her vehicle around with expert precision, backing it deftly until she was perfectly aligned in front of us. I hurried to the rear of her truck, eager to follow any instructions she would give.

She didn't need to get out of her truck to take charge of the situation, rolling the window down again she leaned out the window her massive chest acting somewhat like a pillow as she nodded to the back of the ute. “There is a tow strap just behind that back seat there hun'," She instructed as the rear glass flipped open. “Y'all git that hooked to the front axle of your steed there."

I hurried to do as she said, grateful for some direction amidst my cluelessness. Yelena stayed by the car, watching as I fumbled through the backseat and found the strap amongst some well-worn work gloves and tools.

"Got it!" I called out, already feeling more hopeful.

"Hook it tight," she said as I ran back over to our car. Her voice carried easily over the distance between us without losing any of its authority. Yelena joined me, her earlier irritation having morphed into a fascination with the towering stranger who had appeared out of the blue.

“You think she can fix it?" Yelena asked, her eyes darting back to Gloria she seemed a little sceptical of the mare or maybe it was jealous about my reaction to her tits. If it was that then I was very confused since Yelena had at least a couple of cup sizes on her.

I had turned towards her and realised that I was staring deep into that cream cleavage I so loved. I looked up at her with a goofy smile to her slighlty pouting lips. I sighed and shrugged getting serious again, “I don't know my love, but I don't know about you but getting a lift to somewhere to sleep and the potential of getting the car fixed is better then melting in the car yeah?"

“Yeah," she said, her eyes softening as she returned my smile with a small one of her own. Together we worked the strap onto the axle, my clumsy fingers making Yelena giggle as I struggled to pull it tight. Her laughter was a relief, a sign that maybe I wasn't such a disaster after all.

“Ready when you are!" Yelena shouted, waving toward Gloria's truck once we had everything secured.

Gloria's hand appeared out the window with an approving thumbs-up. “Hop in," she called. I smiled at Yelena as we both stood and made our way over to Gloria's ute, the mare stuck her head out as Yelena went to open the back door to get in. “Hey now, pretty girls like you are front seaters, your man can saddle up in the back there." Yelena stppped and looked back at me for a moment, I shrugged mostly indifferent maybe Gloria had something against males it wasn't really my place to judge at the moment since she was helping us out so much.

I gave Yelena a kiss on the cheek and trudged around the large ute, noting how it dwarfed other utes I had seen and I wondered just how big of a woman Gloria was if she needed a car this large. She was a shire horse so I expected her to be bigger then a mouse like me but still the difference in scale was a bit intimidating and I as much as I wouldn't admit it out loud emasculating. I reached up to pull the handle of the big black door and swung myself inside. The interior was spacious, all leather and chrome, smelling faintly of hay and something sweet like clover. I settled in the back seat, my 5'9" frame fitting in the seat very comfortably with a generous amount of leg room.

Yelena climbed into the front with a little bounce, her the cream fur of her generous cleavage jiggling as she did so. I heard her breath catch as she settled in next to Gloria. I couldn't see anything from my vantage point, but I could tell by the way she tilted her head and blinked rapidly that something had caught her eye. Typical Yelena—always noticing things I'd miss.

“What do you think?" Gloria asked her, starting the truck with a rumble that vibrated through our whole car.

“Very... nice." Yelena's voice had a funny edge to it, like she was genuinely impressed by something.

“Your car is quite spacious," I commented as I looked about the interior of the vehicle.

“That's because I'm Seven-thee, sweetie." Gloria laughed. “Big girl needs a big ride," she continued with a weird emphasis on the word big and a slap to her thigh. I turned my attention to Yelena whose bottom lip was curled under her teeth as her blue eyes were locked on our rescurer's legs.

“Wow!" Yelena said, as if whatever shellshocked her was confirmed loudly and clearly. Gloria laughed out loud at that, another one of those low and friendly rumbles.

“Comfortable back there?" she called to me, her voice rich with amusement.

“Yes, thank you!" I called back over the rumble of the truck as it pulled forward, dragging our car along behind us. I wondered what Yelena had seen that was so impressive and almost climbed up in my seat to see but their soft voices distracted me.

Gloria and Yelena chatted in the front seat; Gloria's deep and smooth tones mingled with Yelena's lighter, more excited voice. I caught snatches of their conversation over the rumble of the engine: something about Texas weather, how long we'd been on the road, where we were headed. But mostly it was filled with a lot of laughter. A lot of Yelena's laughter.

The drive wasn't long, but it felt like forever with me left to stew in my curiosity. As we turned down a dusty path, an expansive ranch came into view. Acres of sprawling pastures stretched out on either side of us, dotted with grazing horses and lined with white fences that seemed to go on forever. Gloria's home loomed large against the horizon, a structure that was clearly built for a woman of her height.

She parked by the house and waved us out, “Get yourselves comfy inside. I'll get your car to the shop."

“Thanks," I said, climbing down from the truck and making my way to the boot of our car. Opening it with the keys and pulling out both mine and Yelena's suitcase. Noticing that my wife had yet to get out of the car I called out. “Yelena dear, you coming?"

She pulled herself out of the cab, her fur fluffed up as if she'd been through a windstorm. “Yeah, coming!" She looked back at Gloria, who was still in the driver's seat, ready to take our car to her garage. It was more accurate to call it more of a second barn but I could see through the open doors that there were quite a few cars in there and more then a few large construction vehicles, so I guess the title of garage was more appropriate.

“Take your time, hun," Gloria said with an almost purr. “I'll be here when you need me."

Yelena seemed flustered as she joined me, her cheeks showing through her cream fur. She grabbed her suitcase and gave me an odd smile that was somewhere between dazed and thrilled.

I stopped just as we walked past Gloria again, “Thank you really, I can't tell you how much I appreciate the kindness you have shown to us Gloria. Not to sound rude but how much do you want for working on and fixing our car?"

Gloria's eyes twinkled, a charming glint that seemed to cut right through me. “Don't you worry about that," she said, her voice warm and steady. “I'm just glad I could help."

“But surely—" I started, but her look silenced me with its generosity. She waved us off and the rumble of the ute's engine roared like a thunderstorm as she turned the beast back on. I just nodded and smiled as I turned to back to Yelena and smiled at her. “Wow, how lucky are we right?"

She grabbed my hand and squeezed it, her fingers warm and soft. “Yeah, lucky," she said, her eyes flicking back to Gloria as the truck pulled away.

We walked toward the house, it door already ajar as if the house itself was as welcoming as it's owner. As we stepped inside the inside was as expansive as the outside had suggested. I couldn't touch cieling normally without jumping, the ones of gloria's house were higher still I don't even think that Yelena would be able to touch them if she jumped. Everything inside looked normal except scaled up by like another 15 percent on what would have been normal for most, a perfect fit for a Shire Horse girl like Gloria.

I set our suitcases down by the entrance and looked to Yelena. She seemed lost in thought, her eyes scanning every corner of the room before settling back on me.

“Should we just wait for her here or...?" I asked, trailing off as I took in the vastness of the space around us.

“Yeah," Yelena said, distracted. She wandered towards a massive couch, her fingers grazing the smooth wood of an oversized coffee table. “Or maybe we could... “ She stopped mid sentence as the engine of Gloria's truck cut off and the barn doors closed.

“Or maybe we could?" I prompted after she didn't continue.

“Hey ya'll, Imma get a quick look at your motorised steed here first," Came Gloria's booming voice from her barn. “You two just get yourselves comfy, have a look about, I ain't got nothing to hide."

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“Maybe we could look around," Yelena finished, her voice daring and eager.

I watched her as she wandered off, curiosity clearly winning out over her initial shyness. I followed her through the open living space, everything immaculate yet somehow still filled with a welcoming clutter. Books and magazines piled high and spilling from shelves, their subjects ranging from engineering to equestrian care. Handwritten notes tacked onto the walls with sketches and plans for machinery, cattle brands, and what looked like a schematic for a new kind of barn door hinge. A story in every corner, each one pointing back to Gloria's relentless drive and skill.

Yelena paused at a tall trophy case, her eyes wide as they swept over the gleaming awards. “She's amazing," she murmured, more to herself than me. The case was crammed with accolades: plaques for innovation in ranching, medals for mechanics. All attesting to Gloria's dominance not just in stature but in everything she set her mind to.

“Think she has any competition?" I joked, trying to lighten the air that felt heavy with Yelena's growing admiration.

She grinned, throwing a playful look my way. She looked my up and down, her gaze lingering on my crotch for a moment. It all ended in a non-commital shrug, that shrug seemed to hurt more then her saying anything. As if she had sensed she had hurt my feelings, she leaned forward and kissed me softly, her lips a whisper of reassurance. “Don't worry, babe,I'm still your number one fan," she said as she grabbed my hand and placed them on her tits and forced me to give her a little squeeze to which she moaned hotly into my ear.

I blushed as my arousal peaked in an absolute instant, I was like putty in this foxes hands and she knew it too. I couldn't count the amount of times she would tease me to a point that I was going to loose my mind and jump her in public, it had even happened once that was the hottest sex we had ever had if I was honest with myself. But something at the back of my mind seemed to point that this moan wasn't really for me, it didn't feel the same, regardless my dick was hard.

I went to persure Yelena when she skillfully dodged me, “uh-uh you are on the bad behaviour list my horny little mouse, you can keep that lovely tent until bed time tonight, no hands either mister." She turned and pushed me against the wall her breath hotly whispered into my ear, “You can make up to me with a proper appology and I'll do the thing with my tongue you like so much." I was left trembling, my head spinning as she took a step back and tied her hair up into a high pony tail my favourite hairstyle for her. “Now I am going to go check on our oh so generous rescuer, you stay here and unpack my stiff mousey," and with that she sauntered out of the room. Her tail swayed behind her, a promise and a taunt, leaving me wondering how long I could hold out before going insane.

I spent the next few hours doing just as she'd instructed, slowly unpacking, stiffer than I've ever been. Yelena hadn't returned, and I was too stubborn to go find her and admit that I couldn't manage more than a few minutes alone in this shrine to Gloria's accomplishments. Instead, I wandered the house like a ghost, taking note of the little things that screamed her name.

Each room I passed had its own character, feminine touches blended into the rougher edges. Delicate lace curtains hung over rugged wooden window frames, their patterns casting soft sunlight onto solid furniture that looked like it had been built to last for generations. A massive bed with a handmade quilt dominated one room, its headboard adorned with carved horse motifs. Another bedroom contained drafting tables cluttered with tools and papers, a harness hanging from the wall like an afterthought.

The whole place felt alive with Gloria's presence, and Yelena's curiosity about her started gnawing at me. What was taking them so long?

My mood shifted from frustration to concern to something closer to jealousy as the hours crept by. I could hear a muffled rythmic thumping and the occaisonal heavy clatter of metal echoing over from the garage, carying over the silent air. Every beat was a reminder that Yelena was out there, absorbed in something—or someone—more interesting than me. I stepped away and out of the kitchen and plopped myself down onto one of the couches, my sexual frustration souring what should have been a comforting soft plushness of the couches cushions. I grabbed on of the magazine's, something about engine blocks, I couldn't really focus as all my mind kept doing was drifting to naked day dreams of my wife. I adjusted my pants, trying to make room for myself in more ways than one. Where the hell was she?

I sighed and stood up, as I was about to start heading to the door to make my way to the garage. As I took a step I heard the melodic voice of Yelena just on the other side of the door.

“Stop laughing, it's not easy when a tool is that large," Yelena commented as the door opened scolding Gloria, the mare chuckled behind her those heavy hooves clopping loudly on the floor with each step. My darling wife's fur looked damp, it must have been a sauna in the garage. Her fur clung to her like she had just come out of a shower. She had taken her over shirt off and wrapped it around her waist, just a simple white tank top covered her upper body her huge chest straining the poor gament to it's limits. I loved how sexy she looked right now, my penis agreed just after I had been able to calm it down finally she walks in like this and I am immediately hard again.

“Well it ain't like I got a choice of having small tools, I ain't a littl'un like… others," Gloria had paused as she looked towards me, a small grin tweaked the sides of her lips as she did so. I had a feeling that I should have picked up on something but what ever it was it sailed over my head like a bird.

I just smiled at Gloria thinking she was just making friendly conversation. “Well I can immagine big tools probably cost a bit more, so did you find out what was wrong with the car?"

Yelena shared a look with Gloria and a little melodius giggle left her mouth, she sauntered on over to me and gave me a deep passionate hug. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around my vixen wife, closed my eyes and inhaled her scent.

I could smell a mix of motor oil and just the slightest hint of something else that I couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it made me groan softly. “Oh Ray, you are such an adorable goof sometimes," she said this in a tone that matched her deep hug.

I opened my eyes and caught Gloria staring at us with those confident green eyes of hers, a faint smile still playing at the corners of her lips. This was the first time I had seen Gloria's whole body, up until now I had basically just seen from her tits up. She stood there leaning against the doorway, her sheer size leaving my jaw halfway to the floor. She was massive and more than a little intimidating, but there was a raw sexiness that I couldn't deny. Her long white mane was tied back in a loose braid, wisps of hair escaping and clinging to the black fur on her neck. Those piercing green eyes seemed to see right through me, filled with a mischievous sparkle that made me gulp. Her broad shoulders were bare where her denim overall straps hung loosely at her sides, framing the tight white tank top that barely contained her enormous tits. As my eyes traveled downwards, I couldn't help but notice her powerful arms, veins visible beneath her sleek fur as if even they were straining against her skin. They ended in hands that looked like they could crush metal without breaking a sweat. My heart raced as I continued surveying the rest of her body, my earlier suspicions about just how big she was being confirmed with each passing second. Her torso tapered into an impossibly narrow waist for someone so muscular, the kind of build that made my head spin trying to figure out how she pulled it off. The way her tank top clung tightly emphasized every curve leading down to where those baggy overalls hung on her hips, barely covering the rest of what she had going on. And holy hell did she have something going on. The denim bulged obscenely at the front, making it unmistakably clear that Gloria was packing a piece of equipment that put me, and every guy I had ever known, to shame and from what I could tell that was just her sheath. I wasn't sure if I should be scared or impressed. Probably both. She shifted her weight and the massive outline shifted with her, the lower rounded edges of it boucing a little when it finished it's travel.

I swallowed hard, trying to shake off the sudden wave of inadequacy that threatened to drown me. My cock twitched in my pants at the same time, confused by its own betrayal. Gloria didn't seem fazed by my gaping expression; in fact, she looked downright amused.

“Car's gonna need a new head gasket," she said, crossing her arms under her massive chest and leaning more into the doorway. “Based off the model of your car, likely to have the part at the autoshop in town. I can head in there tomorrow and get it."

“Oh excellent, if you don't mind I will come with you. I will pay for the parts, I can't just let you do eveything for free," I said with the most amount of confidence and pride that I could muster. Though I had to admit it was a little challenging when the person who was preforming the 'manly' work was a woman with equipment that made her more manly than me despite me being completely male.

Gloria chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that somehow managed to be both masculine and feminine at once. “Ain't no trouble," she said. “Happy to help out. I'll take you up on that offer though, save me some money, not that I am hurtin' for it but." She shrugged, her shoulders rising and falling like tectonic plates, the motion causing her tits to bounce in a way that made me need to adjust yet again. I felt Yelena shift against me, pulling back slightly to give me a look that melted my already pretty gooey heart.

“Thanks for letting us crash here, Gloria," Yelena said, her voice sweet and sincere. She gave me another squeeze before letting go, stretching her arms above her head in a way that made the bottom of her tank top lift enough for me to catch a glimpse of her bare midriff. It was the kind of move that made every muscle in my body tighten with desire. “You're an angel."

Gloria's ears flicked in amusement. “Careful now," she drawled. “Ain't no one called me that before. Stallion, sure, but angel…" She winked as she patted ber bulge playfully.

Yelena laughed, the sound as bright and clear as a bell. “Well, we're grateful either way. Show me where I can wash up? I'll be real quick." Her eyes flicked to me, and I nodded with an understanding smile, watching her trot after Gloria out of the room. Their voices faded down the hallway, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I flopped down on the couch, running a hand through my fur. My mind buzzed louder than a hornet's nest. There was something about all this I wasn't quite piecing together, but it felt like every time I got close to figuring it out, another glimpse of Yelena's or Gloria's cleavage detoured my brain onto a track that led right back to being hard and confused.