FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

>start

You stand at the outskirts of your village, a humble settlement at the edge of the human territory. Last week, a messenger arrived bearing the seal of His Eminent Excellency Emperor Eustace Einburger. At a mandatory three-hour speech, the herald spoke at length about the threat posed to villages exactly like yours by the villainous orc hordes. Orcs, you have always been taught, are vile creatures incapable of melding with an advanced civilization like the human empire. No matter how many missionaries, teachers, and armed guards your ruler graciously sends, they insist on living out their "centuries-old traditional way of life" on their "land" that they "occupied first, you sad little men". As brave human explorers continue to lose their lives charting out the wilderness, not always due to their own incompetence, the specter of war grows closer...

You are, unfortunately, a relatively healthy boy of eighteen winters. Will you sit idly by? Or will you do your duty, throwing your young life on the line to conquer the wild bush of orcdom?

>help

Command unclear.

>tutorial

Command unclear.

>controls

Simply describe your next action in words, and watch your unique adventure unfold! There's no limit to your agency in this fantastical journey.

>examine area

Command unclear.

>look around

You are standing outside your family's farmhouse. Before you, laid out on the lawn, lies your father's old equipment from the ill-fated war with the dark elves, kindly shipped back to your family for the funeral. As the herald explained, building the many great idols in the capital dedicated to the legacy of the Emperor has led to certain budget shortfalls for new recruits. Thankfully, with these items, you are free to join the war effort at once.

>get sword

No such item.

>get wepon

No such item.

>

>get weapon.

You heft your father's old halberd, with some difficulty. It is heavy, perhaps badly balanced. Although you may use it as a primary weapon, a simpler weapon like a sword may yield better results.

>get armor

Your father's metal armor is dented and rusted. After a few minutes of unsuccessful tugging, you determine the breastplate cannot open. At least the leather tunic underneath offers some protection.

>check inventory

Command unclear.

>go

Where do you wish to go?

>go to orcs

You leave town, heading into the wilderness beyond the empire's official borders. The further you get from the peaceful farming village, the more certain you are that meeting orcs in combat is inevitable. Until brave heroes like you secure the area, they are masters of the land, and this territory is thick with their settlements and scouting parties.

>find orcs

Command unclear.

>search for orcs

Command unclear.

>look for orcs

You attempt to use your scant knowledge of wilderness tracking to determine the location of nearby orcs. Eventually you find tracks indicating a party of orcs may have gone to the west.

>go west

The forest is silent and peaceful. There is nothing of note in this area.

>go west

The forest is silent and peaceful. There is nothing of note in this area.

>go west

You have come to the edge of the forest. A great cliff stretches below you, too sheer to climb, blocking your routes to the north, west and south. You must turn around.

>go east

Ambush! As you heedlessly stomp through the trees, your focus wanders - a fatal mistake in an area so thick with danger. A twang of rope is your only warning. In seconds, you find yourself pulled into the air by a powerful snare, leaving you hanging upside-down by the leg, totally helpless. Your halberd is wrenched out of your young hand by a combination of surprise and gravity.

You are trapped in that state for some time, long enough for two thoughts to settle in. The first is that you are entirely unable to break the rope by yourself, forcing you to accept your predicament. From there, you begin to worry that whoever had laid the snare has moved on, condemning you to a slow death. The sound of approaching footsteps, however, soon reveals another grim fate awaits you.

"Eh? Is that...?"

Just as you feared, this harsh voice belongs to a hulking figure who stomps in from the treeline. Being upside-down and caught in a slight rotation, it takes you a moment to get a good look at your captor. The orc is tall and bulky, adorned in hunter's garb. Only when your eyes make out the curves amid the muscle, the relatively small tusks, the hair grown long and braided with the occasional bright flower do you realize... this orc is female!

"By the hells, it is. A human. Gross."

She takes you in with an evident sneer, dark eyes thick with contempt.

>ask to be let down

The orc barks out a laugh the moment you open your mouth.

"You're in no position to make demands! I should just slit your throat and be done with it. You were probably stomping out here with that oversized metal stick hoping to kill some orcs, right?"

>lie

Your stammered excuses do not sway her. Her expression darkens the more you talk. You are making things worse.

>plead

You beg for your life like the coward you are. Unimpressed, she folds her bare, green arms as you speak, drawing your attention to how dense with muscle they are. It occurs to you that you probably couldn't have beaten her in a fair fight anyway, or even an unfair fight. You decide to add this fact to your undignified babbling.

"What? You're saying I should let you down because you don't pose any threat to me?"

Her dark eyes bore into yours, the sneer returning to her full, green lips.

"Of course you don't. Not alone. But if I let you waddle back to your village, then that's going to cause problems, isn't it?"

>promise not to tell anyone anything

Her mouth slowly curls into a wicked smile as you make your offer of silence.

"As if I'd trust the word of a human. You'll say anything to wiggle your way out of this. No, I'm not letting you leave... But I might be persuaded to cut you down after all."

She leans in close, so that her tusks fill your vision and her hot breath assaults your face.

"Think you can make yourself useful?"

>agreeagreagree

Command unclear.

>agree

Cleverly, you pretend to accept the orc's offer, knowing it will give you a chance to strike back later. If she leads you back to her camp, you may yet be able to do your duty for the Emperor, which is doubtlessly still the only concern in your mind.

With a grunt, she roughly cuts the snare... The part of it holding you aloft, at least. Your foot remains tightly bound, and she keeps a hold on the rope to prevent you from running, as though you are a misbehaving dog.

>bark

Command unclear.

>follow orc lady

She begins to stride through the woods. Her long and powerful legs would make it hard for you to keep pace even if you weren't half-restrained. Your halberd lies abandoned on the forest floor, but perhaps a fresh opportunity will present itself. The orc seems confident that you are totally cowed, giving you the chance to lie in wait for a counter-attack.

>talk

The orc laughs. "I'm uninterested in your chatter, boy."

>ask what I'll be doing

She taps a claw against one of her tusks thoughtfully. The sound is memorable.

"There's a lot of grunt work at our camps. We never stay in one spot for more than six months, maximum. Sometimes as little as two days. I get pretty tired of all the packing and unpacking, so you'll be doing the boring parts. Plus fetching water, chopping firewood, washing my clothes... Everything you're not too weak to handle yourself."

She smacks you on the back in a gesture you worry was supposed to be playful.

BLUDGEONING DAMAGE, -2HP

"You better build up those muscles quick! I don't want to be doing basic shit for you... I'm not your mommy."

>you can be though

Command unclear.

>seduce orc

She raises a thick eyebrow at your mumbled attempt at praise. For a moment, it looks like she's going to strike you again, this time more seriously. Abruptly, she pulls you close and sniffs at you, an action that sets your heart racing with the terror of a right-thinking victim and no other emotions.

"Hah! You aren't kidding, are ya? I was always told that humans were little sluts, but I didn't think you actually..."

Her voice trails off, almost thoughtful. Suddenly, she's grinning at you again.

"Let's get you back to my tent. Now."

This is surely your last chance to effect an escape, or counterattack. Use all your wits to avoid a terrible fate!

>go to tent

The orc leads you with the rope, roughly tugging it if she ever detects the slightest hesitation. You can see sunlight ahead, poking through the edge of the treeline. Your last opportunity to escape will soon pass!

>obey orc

With a final yank of the rope, the orc pulls you past the trees and into a small clearing. Your noble sacrifice, it seems, has been in vain. Instead of a bustling campsite, full of orcish warriors discussing their underhanded tactics, the glade is only large enough to contain a single tent. Said tent is made from rough materials, a far cry from the human buildings you are used to. A pair of butterflies circle each other, dancing amid the thick scent of wildflowers in the serene forest air, as the sunlight above illuminates the quiet, isolated scene. In short, this area can't have much strategic value.

"Here we are."

The orc lets go of the rope, only to plant her hands on your shoulders, keeping an even firmer grip on you. She marches you toward the entrance of the tent.

"I was just out here hunting for some of my elderly relatives. Fish, deer, teeny tiny little bunny rabbits... that kinda thing."

Even with her behind you, her tusks whispering against your ear, you know she's grinning that grin again.

"Guess I caught something else, huh? Something just as pathetic, and just as tasty..."

Her vice-like grip steers you toward the tent, and the terrible fate that no doubt await you inside it.

>fuck yes

Command unclear.

>obey orc

You are roughly shoved into the confines of the tent, the sunlight instantly snuffed out by the dark tarp. You stumble and lose your balance, your fall broken by mountain of furs. You actually can't tell what the floor of the tent looks like, since there are so many pelts of various sizes totally filling the cramped space.

Your captor strides in after you. She stands above you, aiming a malevolent grin down at your vulnerable form.

"Now, then. I hear you humans are pretty shy about your bodies. Guess I would be too, if I was so soft and weak and... ungreen..."

Although she clearly means every word, she also seems to be watching you with no small amount of enthusiasm.

"Well, not to worry! You're here at your new home. There aren't even any of my sisters around to laugh at you. Yet."

She bends down, hot breath against your face.

"Strip naked, boy."

>strip naked

In a ploy to distract her by seemingly giving her what she demands, you remove your garments. She watches intently as more and more of your freckled skin is left exposed. Obviously, you attempt to preserve your dignity by only removing the outer layers, leaving your undergarments in place.

>remove undergarments

Succumbing, briefly, to the terror of her presence, your morals slip in the face of survival. To ensure you live long enough to seize a chance at vengeance, you make the calculated decision to leave yourself fully exposed. The orc's dark eyes gleam with delight as you do this, shamelessly taking in your nude form.

"Awwh... You're even cuter than I thought you'd be. And you definitely look better without that ridiculous outfit."

Her powerful hand pats your head, as though you were an endearingly ugly dog. Then it wanders lower, to your chest. It is joined by her other hand by the time she crouches down, her presence completely overwhelming you.

"What should we do first, hmm?"

>whateevr yu wamnt, babygirl

Command unclear.

>obey orc

After a few moments, she leans in ever closer. For a terrifying moment, it seems she is going to align her lips (and by extension her tusks) to your mouth. Instead, she overshoots, murmuring directly into your ear.

"I suppose the first thing you do when you adopt a stinking, mangy animal from the forest is make sure it's clean, yes?"

Her hands slide up your sides. With an abrupt motion, she gets her feet under her and stands, plucking you off the floor as though you weigh nothing.

"We're going to the river."

With that, she carries you outside, exposing your fully nude form to the open air.

>obey orc

You remain limp in her grip as she carries you away from your 'new home' and back out of the clearing. You don't fail to notice that you seem to be getting further and further from the human borders, just as you are straying further from the light of the strict and definitely correct religion you were raised within per the orders of the state.

This new journey is short, though being naked, you feel every step. Not far from the tent is a small river, bending lazily through the grass. The water seems to be clean, with a clear view of the smooth rocks on the riverbed.

"Here we are. Time to hose you down..."

She drops you into the water with an undignified splash. Her gaze is intent, that knowing smile pulling at her lips again.

"Well, what are you waiting for? That fancy human so-ap? Get clean. Let me see you scrub every corner of your body..."

>ask her to help

Her eyebrows raise, surprised at your bold request. She doesn't deny you, though.

"Oh, you're that stupid, huh? Can't do it without help? I really have my work cut out, here... You get what you pay for, I guess."

Without breaking eye contact, she takes hold of her simple tunic and, with a single motion, pulls it off. It must have been tight. The heavy green breasts that spill loose are fuller than you would have imagined, topped with wide nipples that are such a deep shade of brown they're almost as black as her hair. Hair which runs wild along her armpits, and legs, and crotch, as you soon discover. The more she reveals of her green skin, the more obvious it is that her body is packed with muscle, a solid core beneath her more feminine curves. It becomes ever clearer you never had a chance to defeat this woman in combat.

"Like the view? Good. You'll have to get used to it."

Her voice is casual as she strips off her muddied trousers as well, leaving only a simple scrap of sweaty cloth between her legs. This, too, is quickly discarded. She stands before you fully nude, giving you only a moment to process the sight before moving right toward you.

>spread legs

Quickly discarding what little dignity you have retained, your expose yourself to your new owner, giving her access to your body. A wide grin tugs at her lips, and in seconds, she's upon you.

"Let's get you clean, little pet... Scrub all the nooks and crannies..."

Her hands are rough. This was already evident to you, but it becomes impossible to miss as she reaches hungrily for your crotch. Your flesh, an eager traitor to your species, reacts immediately, making her laugh.

"Already twitching so much! It's like you were born to submit..."

>submit

You play along, mumbling something about how you are now her property. She doesn't reply. She doesn't need to. Her grin, and the certain movements of her hands, are reply enough.

You try to get comfortable against the river rocks, which, mercifully, are fairly flat and smooth. It doesn't seem that your new owner would tolerate much whining at the moment, anyway. Her expression is more engaged than you've ever seen from her, and it occurs to you that perhaps her posturing about orcish supremacy is mostly just a front... one that she's struggling to focus on now that she has something much more immediate to occupy her attention.

>whimper cutely

Imitating your family's smallest, saddest dog, you let out a pathetic noise of submission. It seems to have the intended effect.

"Mmmnh... That's it, little human. Show me you know your place."

She presses even closer to you, then makes a show of wrinkling her snub nose.

"Your stench is worse than I feared... Hopefully after sleeping a few nights in my tent, you'll smell better. But for now-!"

Suddenly, those hands are no longer caressing you- instead, she pushes you back into the water with a laugh.

"We'll have to clean every inch of you, just like I thought!"

>submit

You allow the orc to scrub you down. She is rough and thorough, comparing you to an animal or perhaps an old rug. Before long, she has gotten a feel for every crevice of your body, just as she promised.

More than that, she's taking the opportunity to bathe herself as well. Occasionally she'll rub herself down, always looking you over with an intent look as she does so. She pays particular attention to her breasts and crotch, returning to them frequently, despite the fact both seem completely clean by now. When she speaks, her voice is a low murmur.

"Once we get that human stench off you, the next step is to make sure you blend in... and that the other girls'll know who you belong to."

She licks her lips slowly. You're caught by the sight of her tongue rubbing against one of her tusks.

"Maybe I'll loan you out to some of my girlfriends, as a little gift. But I found you, and I'm keeping you. Understood?"

>yes mistress

She nods slowly at your agreement. When she speaks, her voice is low and husky.

"I think we've beaten around the bush enough, don't you?"

She can move quickly, for her size. Before you fully realize it, she's right on top of you, her powerful thighs straddling your hips. Her face is bearing that grin again, the one that seems to declare that there's nothing you can do to stop her from claiming what she wants.

"I want to break in my new toy, now."

>obey orc

The barest nod from you is all she needs. Quickly seizing on your acquiescence, she reaches down with one hand, her long, rough fingers taking hold of you where you've never been touched before.

"You better not disappoint me, boy... For your own good."

>wgats acquisence

Command unclear

>fuck orc!

Without another word, she presses her hips into yours. Your manhood is quickly engulfed, disappearing into the green unknown.

The feeling is unlike anything you've felt in your short, miserable life. Through adolescence, you often fantasised about what your first time would look like (you shameful pervert). Suffice to say you did not think you would be getting dominated by an orc while trying to keep river rocks from poking into your spine.

Your mistress shows little concern for your position. She has a firm grip on you as she revolves her hips, getting used to the feeling of your manhood inside her.

"Mmf! Not... bad. For a human, I mean. I can... I'll probably get some use out of you... after all..."

Her heavy breathing, and the way her dark eyes are lidded and unfocused with pleasure, undercut her aura of invincible power. Even so, there's no question she's leading this encounter. With the unfamiliar sensations overpowering your body, you're less able to mount a counter-attack than ever. You are still thinking about that, right?

She soon finds a rhythm that works for her (whether it works for you as well is clearly secondary; mercifully, it does). She rides your hips without pause, treating you exactly like the toy you now are. All you need to do, and all you can do, is to let her use your body. It belongs to her now.

"Mmfh... Hah...!"

Her expression shifts, the longer she grinds against you. A greenish blush forms on her cheeks, and her eyes close softly.

"That's it... Yes, that's it, little human... Pathetic little fucking, unf, sex-toy..."

>obey

You remain pliant and allow her to keep using her. Abruptly, she changes position. Although she loosens her grip on you, it's only to press herself even closer. Her arms wrap around your shoulders, and you find yourself face-to-face with her.

"Mmmnh... You're actually kinda cute, up close. Like, y'know... A sad dog, or something..."

Her final mumbled words seem like a hasty, almost obligatory addition. She certainly seems affectionate enough when she kisses you.

You didn't expect... well, any of this, when it came to your first kiss. The fact you're drenched in river water is the least strange part. It's come after you've already felt a woman claim your body in a far lewder fashion. Her tusks are blunter than you feared, but they're still something of an obstacle, digging into the soft flesh of your face as she kisses you deeply.

"That's it..."

She's stroking your hair now, her hand wet and heavy, but gentle. Her other arm is wrapped around your back in an inescapable embrace.

"That's my sweet little toy... Give it to me. Give everything you have to me..."

>fuck orc

Your hips seem to move by themselves (or at least, that's a useful thing to tell yourself if you ever plan on returning to a human church). You fear that they aren't sufficient to please your owner, but she seems to appreciate your efforts, letting out a low, satisfied hum.

"It's been too long, I guess... I didn't expect to feel this good..."

She hugs you even tighter, her entire body dominating your own. From her mouth down to her hips, everything about her is overpowering. It makes the soft whisper of her voice even more impactful.

"I'm glad I caught you, my little pet~..."

>ksis

Command unclear.

>kiss her

You return the kiss, fully partaking in your own debauched deflowering. From this point onwards, your chastity is truly gone, sacrificed to the orcish hunter to preserve your life. A toll of the soul paid to safeguard the body... You can only pray it was worth it.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, keep going..."

The orc seems to think so, at least.

Fully lost in her pleasure, she is grinding against you ever faster. Her strong fingers dig into your flesh as she ravishes you, plunging herself down as far as you can physically take her. Greedy kisses assault your face, her tusks leaving little marks wherever they press into you.

"More... Give me more... Give me everything...!"

There's a wild gleam in her dark eyes as she growls out her commands.

"Let me feel your pathetic cum, little man!"

>cum

Unable to withstand much more, nature takes its inevitable course. You feel your body tense as your pleasure hits a dizzy peak, and with a pathetic whimper, you empty yourself inside her warm walls.

"Yes! Mmnf, yes! That's... that's...!"

The orc lets out a noise so low and guttural that, if you had heard it in other contexts, you might think she's dying. As it stands, you barely hear it. You're distracted yourself, with the most intense climax of your relatively short life.

Her hand finds yours, and although her grip is as terrifyingly strong as you'd expect, there's undeniable tenderness to the very fact she holds you like that at all. Together, you ride out your shared orgasms.

It is a moment of intimacy that leaves you breathless... Especially when you get a little too relaxed and your head submerges in the river.

>dont die

Command unclear.

>breathe!!

You attempt to draw breath, but upon opening your mouth, you get nothing but a mouthful of cold water.

WATER DAMAGE, -1HP

WARNING: AT 3/6HP, YOU ARE BELOW HALF HEALTH. DRINK A POTION OR RETURN TO AN INN TO REST!

>raise head

You lift your head out of the water, the sun overhead casting harsh rays on your disoriented face. The orc looks at you with an expression that might, hopefully, contain a few traces of concern, buried under ongoing lust and what looks suspiciously like amusement.

"You okay, little man?"

>yeah

You burble something to the affirmative, and she smiles.

"Good... Wouldn't do to lose my pet just after getting him, right?"

With a sudden motion, she disengages from you. She pulls her body away, and her close warmth is suddenly replaced by the flow of cold water. On the bright side, it's clear you won't need to spend much time cleaning up- nature is already washing away all signs of your lost innocence.

"Now... c'mere, you cute little runt."

You are plucked up by those powerful arms, and in moments, you find yourself tightly held against her full chest. She smiles down at you, her tusks framed in her face quite beautifully. From the moisture rolling down her broad shoulders to the way her dark, wet hair clings unevenly to her body, you begin to notice details you never would have imagined from the terrifying tall tales on which you were raised.

>kiss sweet orc

You lean up, and align your mouth to hers. She doesn't object, meeting you in the same gesture. She even runs her fingers through your hair, stroking and caressing you as she cradles your comparatively puny body.

"That's a good boy. You know your place, don't you?"

Her voice is a warm purr. Her nails, hard as blunted claws, run playfully down your face.

"You know what's good for you, after all."

>yeah yes yeah

She chuckles gently, then gathers you close, resting her forehead against yours. Sitting in her ample lap, you're shielded from the cold rocks below. If it wasn't for the water, you'd almost be ready to drift off to sleep.

For once, the orc offers you a respite. It seems she's just as sated as you, matching your quiet satisfaction. Aside from caressing your face, and making the occasional low sound of contentment, she lapses into a comfortable silence. The only sound is your shared breathing and the gentle flowing of the river...

...until you hear voices in the distance. Getting closer, quickly.

>oh god is it my mom

The orc holds you a little tighter, looking up toward the sound, but she doesn't seem worried. At first you assume it's perhaps because she can defend her new toy better than you ever could yourself, but (while this is undoubtedly true) the real reason becomes clear quickly.

Five more orcs emerge from the trees.

They are laughing about something, one giving another a playful shove as they walk together. Like your new owner, they are presumably used to living off the forests' creatures, as they appear to be carrying hunting and trapping equipment on their burly backs.

They are also all female. You know exactly what a female orc looks like now. Tusk to tail.

They quickly notice the two of you, and the reaction is immediate: a chorus of saucy cheers, full-throated and pleased. One near the front speaks up first.

"Well, well! Caught yourself a weird-lookin' fish there, huh?"

>smile and wave

Your paltry motions are watched with amusement by the newcomers. Your owner smiles at her fellow tribeswomen and answers their question.

"Fish? Nah. I can see how you'd think that, him looking so sad and wet and all...! But no, I actually found him in one of my snares. He's a fluffy little bunny."

This earns a round of raucous laughter. You are, from this point onward, a fluffy little bunny.

>chirp or whatever rabbits do

Some of the orcish women laugh, cooing at you mockingly from the riverside. Others are beginning to lay down their packs by the water. You initially think that they've lost interest in you... until you realize that, with their equipment put aside, their sweaty clothes are the next to be discarded.

Clearly, this is a popular bathing spot for orcs. In moments, several more nude green bodies are wading toward you, powerful thighs cutting through the water.

"Did I mention? I don't know how things work in your dumb human towns..."

Your owner is still cradling you, but as she murmurs into your ear, there's nothing particularly protective about the way she's holding you.

"...but out here, we consider it basic decency to share. You belong to me, in the narrow human sense, but when it comes to my friends here..."

A selection of faces grin down at you. Each is unique, in ways you couldn't pick out before today, but there are common elements: tusks, thick hair, skin ranging from brownish-green to regular green... and lustful dark eyes.

"...I expect you to be a good boy and do what you're told, too. That clear, bunny?"

>yeagh

"Good. In that case, I hope you have more stamina than you've shown so far... for your sake."

She offers your body to her fellow orcs, just another tool to share, to strain... to use until broken. You have encountered a BAD ENDING.

>the fuck i did

GAME OVER. TRY AGAIN?