FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"NEW YORK RADIO, MOONEY THREE ONE ONE ECHO, OVER" The radio gave a sudden crackle as Luster spoke into his headpiece's small mic. The radio gave a response, quick and quiet.

"There- should be smooth sailing now. We're up higher enough, the turbulence should be a bit better." The anthropomorphic horse shifted, adjusting himself in the small cockpit of the plane before he glanced over at his passenger who sat in the co-piloting seat. The headphones pressed over his ears, squishing down the cupped petals of the deer's ears down beneath the speakers. The mouthpiece hovered in front of his muzzle, rubbing to his bottom lip.

With the sun streaming in through the large front window and glowing all around the right side of the plane, Luster couldn't help but stare at his friend for a moment with his slim form warmed in this sunny shade. The brown fur that coated his entire body seemed to melt like caramel beneath his head while the white accents leapt off with more vibrance.

"Don't stare at me, big boy~" Celyn murmured, his smooth faintly uplifting tone suddenly filling Luster's ears. They couldn't actually hear each other without the microphones, meaning their voices came through the speakers pressed right to their ears making it sound as though the speaker's voice ebbed right into the listener's mind.

"Mmm... Don't I just sound like a little voice in your head. Going crazy, hmm?" A soft giggled followed, only a wisp of it captured in the voice-activated tuft of speaker before it tapered off into silence.

Luster rolled his eyes, momentarily checking everything again before he let the autopilot do the brunt of the work and instead he looked out over everything. The gentle landscape of rolling hills lapped beneath them while crisp blue surrounded everywhere else.

"So, what's it called if you get head in a plane? Is it road head because technically you're driving this thing or is it the mile high club because it's a plane?" Celyn's voice crackled in, tickling at Luster's ears and sending a soft flush down onto his cheeks.

"Ooh, a little flustered by my question. Does that mean you were thinking about it already? Or you just like the thought of it? How dependable is that autopilot? Can he fly if you were... otherwise occupied?"

"I...- uh... I have to be attending to things... so I can respond quickly- uh!" Luster's voice suddenly broke, feeling the soft pressure of two fingers sliding onto his thigh and dipping inwards, following the curves of his muscular leg into the dip between. "I-in case of an emergency! I have to have- ack! A plan!" he blurted the final words, eyes shooting open wide as Celyn's soft fingers began to rub and caress around the front of his jeans, coaxing his cock through the barrier of the fabric.

The young deer just grinned when his horse pilot looked over. A glint showed in his eyes, a glint that seemed to whisper: "I've got plans for you..." And Luster knew Celyn, once he'd fixed on something he wasn't easily shaken. The horse flushed deeper, pink appearing through the white shade of fur on his cheeks.

"I like being inside your head like this..." Ceyln's voice rolled out like melting chocolate, smooth and utterly delicious inside of Luster's mind. "I think that... perhaps, this is the most opportune setting for some terrible teasing... I mean with your dedication to not killing us with this plane crashing... and your mind all trapped beneath those headphones... You can't really stop listening to me can you? Even if I tell you everything I've thought about doing to you?" He paused, just a beat to hear some retort back, but Luster just let out a long, self-soothing exhale that partially picked up into the mic, crackling it's frequency. "That's what I thought-"

Celyn's hand crept forward. The soft, supple pads of his fingertips glided so lightly up to the bulge that began to swell in the front of Luster's pants. The tough, athletic thoroughbred seemed to turn to putty beneath this wispy petting. Only the very tips of the deer's hand touch him, tracing these elaborate map lines up his thighs, turning this way and that with the contours of imagined rivers as he leisurely worked that flighty, light touch to the actual girth of his tenting pants and glided right over top. Luster gasped, lips breaking apart with a hoarse sound into the mic.

"Mmm... I can imagine what you're thinking, my friend. Are you worried that I'll distract you? Don't. I'll do all the work for you. I just want a sample of the big cock I know is hiding right in there- Plus. I'm sure you're eager to feel my soft hands.... Stroking you, squeezing you..." Celyn's crooned out a happy sigh. "I can already feel you twitching inside there, look how it jostles the fabric. Is someone pent up? Has it been too long? Were you thinking maybe you'd fly me somewhere obscure and rural for a pounding over the wing of a plane? Want to see me? Spread legs and cheeks pulled apart so you can see the tight pucker of my ass right out in the middle of nowhere where someone could stumble upon us at any time, yet there's no one really around?"

Luster breathed in a long breath, feeling his heart rate start to pick up. Celyn was confident, unstoppable once he'd set his mind to something. His fingers were starting to stroke up and down, tracing along the swelling shape of Luster's girth length which was forcing his jeans to their maximum. The tent of the fabric pitched as tall as it could, straining at the seam now.

"Or would you rather be inside my mouth? Want to see my knees on the rough surface of some tarmac? Smell some jet fuel in the air before my musk hits your nose... Want to hold my head and pound forward into the hot, squeezing, clenching hole of my mouth? Want to get kisses up that long cock? Want to feel your balls swirled inside this hot bath of spit and tongue?" His palm pressed flat, letting the heat from his hand radiate into the fabric and faintly touch to the surface of sensitive flesh, begging to be freed and touched.

His hand began to rub, shifting up and down the length of the captured cock. The deer could feel how stiff his equestrian friend was beneath the trap of cloth over top. He felt like a rock, every vein standing out perfectly captured on his length.

"Would you like to come out? Want to be exposed to this warm bubble of air? Want to feel my hand without a barrier? Hmm? Want some love??" Celyn gave a soft giggle, squeezing around the denim covered shaft hard enough that Luster huffed into his microphone.

"I'll tell you what I want-" Celyn continued, filling in the blanks for himself. "I want to take you out right now, even though everything around us is windows. I want to risk another pilot passing overhead and glimpsing down to see what's happening. I want to fish out your thick, girthy cock and I want to feel you on my hand, feel it throb and pulsed and beg for more. I want to balance your balls in my palm and rolling them together. I want to smell your musk, want to be trapped in this cockpit with it." He breathed in, just loud enough that the microphone picked it up, filling Luster's brain with that lustful breath.

Luster's head gave a tiny bob, the smallest nod of approval. His face was hot with a blush. His eyes still stared out at the landscape beneath them, constantly flicking to the many dials and measurement screens for the plane, ensuring that some of his focus dedicated to keep them from being totally screwed in the case of an emergency landing. But, his mind was struggling to do the same. Celyn's voice just melted into his ears, utterly filling his brain with that subtle, sweet tone crooning dirty ideas to him.

With that nod, Celyn had all he needed to move forward. Two fingers crept up, snagging onto the zipper of his jeans before he slowly peeled them away, the distinct zzt lost to the noise of the plane. Then, with a sharp tug, he parted open his jeans and released the shaft from below so it could spring out into the air. Luster's shaft jutted up from his lap, reaching up the length his belly. The tip poked high into the air, exceptionally big given the backdrop of such a small space as the plane.

"Mmm..." Celyn's soft chitter of approval rolled off his tongue into the microphone while his eyes swam over the exposed shaft. The base and balls were bathed in a smooth, pure black shade that broke into black dappling towards the second, leading towards the pinkest head of the flared tip. His fingers crept forward, instantly grabbing for the base as he huffed audibly into the mouth piece.

He squeezed his fingers around the base, feeling the small pulse that came in return as his fingertips began to explore up the smooth surface of skin. His touch glided effortlessly up the entire length, rolling from the base towards the tip with this wafting, light touch that felt as though it could have been a strong memory of a powerful imagination rather than true touch. "Do you feel me? Do you want more? Want me to squeeeze around you?"

"Is it hot? Can you feel the heat?" His hand loosened, not squeezing but rather only hovering around Luster's girth so he could only feel the radiating circle of warmth and not that actual pressure and heat of touch.

Then, the hand pulled away entirely. A brief, wet sound let out into the microphone. Luster felt himself twitch, pulse as though to plead for the touch back; and back it came! Instead, when Celyn's hand curled around the base this time it was a firm, true grip and a smear of moisture from the lick up his palm followed up, up, up as he pumped his hand languidly over the entire length, spreading the hot saliva over every inch up to the very tip.

Luster, trapped in the pilot's seat both physically and because he simply had a job to do, became the perfect toy for Celyn's groping hands. First, he gave a few, tight sharp pumps that just brought Luster teetering on a tortured edge, already pulsed madly together. Second though, he began to experiment. His body hauled up, both hands reaching onto the horse's lap and making a tight O shape with one hand that held to the tip, putting a steady twisting motion to lick and kiss around the sensitive head with those two spit-slicked fingers while his other hand formed a sturdy fist, pumping up and down the entire body of his shaft. "How's that feel, big boy? Are you getting hot for me? I'd love to see you splatter this big window, just smear your cum everywhere inside here-" He took in another noisy breath-" I can already smell your musk everywhere. It's just a bubble of your sweaty, delicious musk now."

The hand at his tip shifted away while the other began to encompass the whole length, ensuring he felt the touch everywhere while the other hand lowered to the swaying weight of his hefty balls. He scooped them up, gently cupping them in the warmth of his palm. "These feel verrry heavy. Is someone a little pent up? How long has it been since you got to pound into someone? How long has it been since you felt an orgasm happen around your cock, that clenching heat? That sudden explosion of pressure?"

His palm justly rolled them together, keeping a slow cycle of attention focused on the twin orbs that hung beneath the main attraction. Then, expertly, one finger snuck away from this job to gently rub beneath and below the balls to the soft flesh of the perineum- the small runway that led backwards to his puckered asshole. All together, the three motions has Luster feeling waves of pleasure and touch from three locations, from tip to toosh.

Then, Celyn just kept it all happening. His hand squeezed tight, hard enough that Luster felt clenched and utterly clutched inside the heat of the wetted fingers. Over and over, the hand jostled and pumped up his length, massaging him over with heat and consistent, unwavering pressure. Luster could feel it begin building. The prickling, clenching sensation of a rising orgasm began to nag in the back of his groin. He could feel his balls churning, tightly up towards his body as he prepared for the hovering edge.

"I want to see you cum. I want to watch it splatter everywhere. I want to taste it-" Celyn's voice suddenly broke off, the microphone shoved away as he bent over, swallowing the head of Luster's cock into the heat of his mouth. His tongue lapped up, slurping the seeping pre-cum that leaked and oozed down the sides of the girthy, horse shaft.

Then, with a slurp, Celyn's dainty muzzle dropped over the entire cock. It took him a steady progression, first gulping down the tip and forcing his cheeks to flare out before his head kept working, backtracking back to just a kiss on the head and then dropping back down. Lower and lower his mouth stretched down, gagging momentarily as he slurped his way downwards. Drool started to seep forward, leaking down hot trails of wetness as he tried to wet his way downwards. He'd gag, back up a beat and then force himself down once again, sneaking further down with each repetition until finally, his lips bobbed down and struck to the skin of his groin.

His throat bulged, swallowing down the length, massaging it with the tight muscles of his gullet and swirling his tongue around the tip. Celyn's eyes fluttered open wide, pausing and adjusting himself. His jaw throbbed, aching from how spread his mouth was to fit the entire, bulging cock; but he didn't hesitate. He stayed like this, locked around his friend as he suckled, slurping, and drooling over him until Luster gasped into his ears. The sound came like an explosion: "Fuh-ck-"

Luster groaned out, feeling the heat and the wetness. The sudden tightness of the deer's small, slender throat was pushing him towards the edge. His balls were churning, still feeling the tender massage of an idle hand, just adding more and more to his body's straining stimulation. His eyes fluttered back, momentarily forgetting the landscape they flew over as his hips gave a jerk, bouncing into the deer's mouth further.

"Gluh-Gluh- Gluh..." Suddenly, the microphone had shifted enough that the voice-activated technology was catching the sounds of Celyn's working mouth. Luster's ears exploded with the sound smacks of his lips. "Smack-Smack... Gluck...O-Oooh... Mm..." The rolling gargle of wetness escaping his throat burbled through the transmitted, briefly smothering Luster's mind before a sharp smack of his lips breaking off the tip and then dropping back down. Wet, shlucking sounds filled Luster's ears, he couldn't hear anything except the accompanying soundtrack of the wet, bobbing lips on his shaft, working like there was no tomorrow.

"Oh... Oh... Fuck-" Luster grunted, thrashing his hips for a beat as his entire cock pulsed. The tip flared, shooting out a warning blast of precum before he actually began to cum. With a jerk of hips hips, Luster's hand grabbed out for his thigh to steady himself, bumping onto the small toggle for the main radio just as the first string of cum shot into the back of Celyn's throat, oozing right down into his stomach before the next spray hit the roof of his mouth, painting the inner walls of his throat and teeth pumping the rest right down the center of his tongue.

"Oooooh..... Fuck yes!" Luster groaned out, huffing and muttering as he came, filling the hot hold of his friend's mouth as the radio captured every curse and groan that he rubbed into the muffling nub of the microphone.

As he finished, giving a final lewd smear of glistening opalescent cum over the deer's lips like a gloss, he finally released the radio button only to hear a sudden explosion of messages!

"MOONEY THREE ONE ONE ECHO! Your radio is stuck in transmitting!"

Luster's face went pale, realizing that he'd broadcasted his orgasm to the flight area they passed through. "Ooh! We shouldn't have done that!" he gasped, flushing faintly, though logically he knew that he'd never meet the people behind those voices in the radio.

When he looked at Celyn, flustered and shocked, the deer just grinned, throwing up his hands. "They called it a cockpit, what did they expect?!"