FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

It was a Wednesday in March. It might have been the spring equinox. That was one of two details, he could remember. The spring equinox part was murky at best. The other detail he could remember with clarity was that it was a spring shower. Everything else in that moment was a blur. Ash suspected that�d be the case when dealing with deities. Given that he never actually had interacted with one prior to this, Ash could only guess. He had planned to celebrate the end of his apprenticeship at the prestigious law firm of Hamilton and Burke by ordering a pizza and eating it in the college library among a stack of books studying for the exam part of everything. It wasn�t the glamorous night of partying most of his friends did, but it was what he counted as fun. His Pepsi almost spilled as he heard the knock at the apartment door. Pizza, he decided, must have arrived early. He got up, pausing the video he watched and went to answer glad for paying online. What stood there when he opened the door was not what he expected at all. It was a little better, but deep down he knew was terrifying. She was a dog. Sort of like a doberman in shape but tall and muscular in a slim way. She had stormy gray fur, raven feather black hair. Ash could feel her eyes on him, looking down on him in a way that felt like scolded and comfort at the same time. She pushed past him and entered the room, sitting on the couch and crossing her legs. Her gaze never left him he noticed. �Dear one...finally...you called and I answered�� �I...I called? What? I didn�t�� he sucked his breathe in, feeling the air thicken around him. It pressed in on Ash from all sides, heavy and damp, like the room had been sealed and filled with night. The smell of rain deepened into something richer, earth and bark and something deeper still. It made his lungs work harder just to pull it in. �wait...wha..� he started, choking the words out but never finished. The first change came as pressure. It was deep in his chest, tight and wrong like someone were blowing up balloons against his ribs and there wasn�t enough room. He sucked in breath but it only aided the balloons blow up more as his chest pushed out and became softer. Her sternum pushed forward. Not in a metaphorical or subtle way but physically. Ash gasped as his chest swelled under the band shirt he wore, already hearing it start to rip. The fabric pulled tight as the �balloons� attached to his chest pushed forth, going rigid as his body forced itself outward. The pressure didn�t stop. It kept going, heavy undeniable weight forming and rounding. It filled his hands before he even realized he had grabbed at himself.. �br..breas�� The weight was real. Immediate. Pulling at his posture, dragging his shoulders forward until his body compensated without asking. His balance shifted and his spine followed. The sound broke as the fabric stretched further, cotton whining in protest. There was a sharp, splitting snap as one of the seams gave followed by another. The shirt tore open across his chest as the growth refused to be contained. Air hit the newly exposed creamy fur cool against it. The weight was real, he kept reminding himself of that. It was immediate. A deep, grinding heat rolled down his back, vertebrae popping in a slow, deliberate sequence that made her choke on a breath. His posture straightened even as everything else changed. His frame lengthened as muscles expanded, sleeves ripped leaving him in a makeshift tank top. The fabric strained around his bicep as they swelled, definition carving itself in sharp lines beneath fur that spread in a rippling wave down her limbs. The seams at her shoulders split with a dull rip, the shirt giving up piece by piece as his body outgrew it. �P..please...stop�.� His hips were next as a sudden, wrenching shift forced a sound out of his throats that was definitely not human and his stance broke. There was no gentle way to understand it, his pelvis widened with prssure that bordered on pain forcing his legs apart to keep him upright. Between them though, it was obvious he was anything but male now given the old air that exposed a more feminine sex behind his masculine one. His pants pulled across his thighs tightly, fabric stretched thin before at the seams splitting where it had no choice especially as something moved behind her. A sharp and alien sensation at the base of his spine, followed by the sudden weight that didn�t belong to him�except...it did. A tail forced its way into existence, the motion sending a jolt up his spine that made him stumble forward a step, one muscular arm slamming against the wall. His breath came fast now, uneven, his body no longer something that he could map in his head. �Curious�.a crossroads within a crossroads�� The hound, apparently a goddess though Ash�s brain was too mushy at the moment to think of one, called out as the changes continued. His face started to change and mold itself. It started as subtle pressure along his jaw but then increased intensity. His teeth ached and it wasn�t dull. A deep splitting pain as they shifted in his gums. They lengthened and sharpened. His jaw pushed forward, slow enough to feel but fast enough to panic Bones stretched, reformed and his mouth forced forward and out into a shape that didn�t match the one in his memory. �oh gods�� �yes?� His nose flattened, then extended as cartilage and bone reshaped as his senses detonated all at once. Smell hit first, overwhelming and immediate, the room flooding with information he had never been able to perceive before. The rain. The wood. The match being struck to light a lantern. That�s when his eyes widen and he realized who the goddess was. Hecate. Everything layered and sharp and impossible to ignore now, including who the goddess was. His vision followed, colors deepening and edges sharpening as the world snapped into a clarity that felt almost too precise. His ears moved. They pulled high on her head then a shift as her hearing spiked and new shapes formed. They caught every tiny sound in the room such as her heartbeat and her breath. He also heard the faint movement of fabric settling around his changing body. Fur finished spreading across her face by this time sealing and completing the deal. Ash staggered back from the wall, hands shaking as they came up to his�her?--face and to the muzzle that hadn�t been there moments ago. His fingers...her paws...traced it in disbelief in something that was rapidly becoming something else. Even lower her new sex had fully formed, leaving her between male and female and something else totally. Her clothes had finished giving out, tatters of boxer briefs pulling around her hips and barely covering this new massive member between her thighs. The changes didn�t end so much as settle like a storm that passed through and left something entirely different in its wake. Ash stood there, shaking and unsteady her breathing ragged. Her weight had to force itself to redistribute as the center of gravity was rewritten. Every movement felt both heavier and lighter at the same time. One thing she, having decided on pronouns that felt right in an ancient way, noticed is she felt powerful and aware of herself in the space acutely. She also noticed that Hecate had not moved. The goddess was still on the couch, having poured herself a cup of the Pepsi and was sipping it in a motherly way. �You called.� It was gentle in its nature, and certain. A simple statement. Ash realized then that she had�Ash had been lying even to herself about being cisgender. She had been uncertain of the type of lawyer she wanted to be as well. Ash swallowed, the motion still strange given her new body as she looked to the goddess�.to her mother. Her voice was not her own when it came. It wasn�t the same. It had a predatory edge to it. �What did you do to me?� Hecate smiled, put one hand to hers and leaned in after standing. �I ended your hesitation.�