FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

That's the nature of life in the nexus of realities. Perhaps possibilities exist in many different universes, but you're never going to experience even a fraction of them.

His phone buzzed. An unknown number was calling him. He blinks and frowns but answers it, resting a hand on his stomach. “Yeah?" he asks, his chest rising in a deep breath.

“Hey, Virgil?" comes Louis's soft voice.

Virgil springs up, pushing himself by the elbows. “Prof, er, Doc, er Louis…? What are you doing?" He whispers in a hush. While he has his own room, a sudden outburst could raise a few eyebrows from the roommates.

“Yeah. Heh, it's me. Kinda abused my powers a bit to get your phone number. Uh… do you mind?"

He shifts onto his side, resting with his phone ear up. “No, not at all. What's up?"

“Well, I, uh, I just found out that my daughter Lacie called me and told me she was spending the night at a friend's place. That means I'm all alone here, and I was wondering…"

Virgil's manhood immediately springs to action when he hears those words, straining against his shorts. “Is this a booty call, Prof? After our heartfelt time and farewells, you want me to be tired for my first day on the job?"

“What!? No, I mean… maybe, I guess. No, you're right. It's silly of me."

“It's not silly," Virgil says, shifting onto his back again, his hand going slightly lower. “It's enough to hear your voice, at least. Maybe some other time I could give ya a good pounding. But for now? Probably not.

“Enough… how so?"

“You wanna see?"

There's a pause in the conversation, but not for nothing, because Louis's ragged breaths are audible through the phone. “You know, I was thinking of showing you something, myself.

Unable to help himself, Virgil pulls the front of his shorts down, letting his red member spring free, precum oozing at the tip. “Oh yeah? You got the right number, and I'm waiting for it. Show me what ya got."

“Okay, uh, let me see. How do I send this just to you… Hmm, ah, I got it! Did you get it?"

“You just sent it. It's gonna take a bit, chuckles the younger man, his fingers gingerly playing at the base of his wanting dick.

“Okay, well, when you get it, let me—"

“Got it."

“Eee?"

“Cute squeal. Let's see what we got," Virgil says, his free hand thumbing to open the attachment. Greeting him is a close-up shot of a fleshy star, clean and tight, with a pair of balls underneath. His mouth twitches, and he growls to himself. “Dammit, prof…" He gets up, slipping on his pants.

* * *

Virgil had never been to Louis's house before, which should go without saying, considering the nature of their relationship up until today. But in the middle of the night and walking through the starlit campus, Virgil really has a moment for the first time to really think about what they've gone through today.

He chooses to spend that afforded time listening to the warmth growing in his heart and resolving that there's really only one way to figure everything out: to talk to him. However, looking over the messages and feeling the tingling that's going down his body and between his legs makes him think there won't be much talking going on.

The staff and faculty have their own abodes here on campus. It's just a short walk from the student dorms, but their accommodation is lovely—a whole house with a yard. He's doing quite well for himself. Perhaps too well for a guy who's gonna be spending his time on ships and tents jumping from mission to mission?

He checks first to ensure he has the correct address but doesn't enter. Instead, he uses Louis's number and calls him, thumping his foot as each ring makes him wait longer and longer.

The voice answers on the other end with a soft, but ragged, “S… something wrong?"

“No, nothing," Virgil says, wrapping one arm around himself, supporting his elbow. “I just… we're gonna jump into it, right?"

“Do you want to jump right into it?" That voice was expectant, needy. But quickly, it adds, “We can sit around and chat a bit if you want."

The rabbit grips hard against his elbow, shifting from one foot to another. “No, that's fine. Let's do it. You ready for me?"

“I've been ready, Virgil."

Virgil breathes out through his nose upon hearing his name. “That's nice, but how about you call me 'sir '?"

“Oh, sir," Louis says, letting that sound melt off his tongue. “Come on inside, sir."

“I intend to," the rabbit says, hopping over the fence and sprinting to the door. “You ready for me?"

“Door's unlocked."

So it is. He flings it open, turns the phone off, and steps inside. “Alright, Louis," he says, his voice a confident timbre as he grabs his shirt and lifts it over his head, throwing it to the side. I know a hole with my name on it and want to see it."

There's a slight giggle coming from up the stairs. Virgil yanks off one shoe after the other, leaping up to the second floor, where one door is open, the light trailing out from its cracked aperture. Virgil steps in, his eye glimmering as he stares inside.

What greets him is Louis, sitting on his bed, bent entirely over, facing away from the door and toward a full-body mirror. He smiles as he looks up into the hallway, his hands on his rump, pulling his cheeks apart and presenting that pink star, glistening with the application of lubricant. On the nightstand by him is the bottle and an equally glistening dildo.