FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Welcome to the Terrus Arms! I'm Mkali, your guide and general manager," said the jackal. I had never met a jackal before but I could swear this relatively small creature looked at me as if he was hungry. Hopefully he didn't actually see another canine as prey..

"I'm Milo. Pleased to meet you," I proferred my handpaw. He clasped it tightly before shaking it slowly, that stare intensifying. His pointy form, angular muzzle, and sharp ears all helped intensify my caution (though if I'm honest, the lush fur of his back and shoulders did help put me at ease).

"Yes, I know. Well, come with me then..." His voice was forceful as he let go of my hand. "As you may know, we have tennis courts that are open from sun rise to an hour before sunset. We have two pool, with a hot-tub, ands..." He continued on about the basic amenities that I likely would have no chance, nor interest, in using. I used the opportunity to try to learn more about him with a few furtive glances.

He dressed casually but was well kept, a common thing for the area. Despite taking me through grassy areas of the apartment complex with the obvious gait of repeated visits, the leather of his sandals seemed to be spotless and maintained. His balance, despite also being digitigrade as I was, was impressively effortless for wearing such. I looked at my own white hinds paws with my too-long of claws. "I really need to take care of these," I thought to myself. The calm leadership made my mind wander...

"Hey, puppy! Come on, puppy, wake up! There you are, silly boy! Come on, walkies aren't over. We have the club house and gym to check out next," he grabbed me by my wrist and tugged me forward, making me stumble, "Good boy."

Wha- what?? Did he really just do that?! I blushed with anger and embarrassment at the presumptive attitude to my breed and species. He smirked, let go and continued rambling on with me following after him as if nothing had happened.

His tail also fit his theme; pointy. He wore casual tan slacks and a short sleeved white shirt that was a bit transparent. His wiry frame made my border collie body almost seem muscular. I noticed that the tan of his slacks matched the tan of my main pelt. "Heh, and the white of his shirt matches my white too. Perhaps that display earlier means he is just envious of my form," I thought privately, grinning to myself with regained confidence.

"Right. Let's see.. So you'll be staying in 434D which is over here. Aside, quiet, slightly interesting décor... I guess you asked for it though, so to each their own. Call me if you find anything broken or need any help. Here's the mailbox - that's where the large trash bins and and, mm... Here are the keys. My number is on the keyring. Questions?" He gave me that toothy smile again.

"No, I think I'm OK?" I tried to be polite but it was a very long day. I'd seen the place and knew it was furnished and just wanted to get to lay down and read and listen to some music.

"Sure. I will be in the office then," and off he went. I heaved a sigh of relief and decided to take the elevator, being too lazy to climb three flights. In retrospect, so had the strange little creature that had shown me the place.

When I entered the place, I didn't notice anything immediately off. But somehow somewhere in my brain I knew things weren't quite right. The conscious thoughts sprang forward when I saw the dog bed next to the couch with, 'Border Collie,' embroidered on it.

"I didn't pay a pet deposit, why would they think I have a feral?" I inspected the white lamb skin creation, larger than most any I'd seen before, before setting it back down. Unused, so it seemed like a nice extra at least... had I any need for it.

I found the remote and clicked the TV on, the surround sound system playing out a chorus! With a starling softness the central entertainment system greeted me by name. "Hmmf. This place is as impressive as they'd claimed it to be, even if the staff are eccentric," I mused to myself as I headed to the kitchen.

Sure enough, the plates and glasses were brand new. Again, they obviously thought I had a feral as I found two very nice stainless steel bowls on the floor on top of a raised platform. Huh. Unfortunately, the only 'edibles' were several boxes of MilkBones. I sighed, deciding I'd just relax a bit before walking to downtown and seeing what the new city had to offer. First, to check out the bedrooms though...

The first was the guest room which looked like someone with taste and money lived there. How much WAS this place? Square-footage was notorious expensive around here. However, I got it free for six months as part of the job offer, and felt it uncouth to ask, so I may never know. It had a nice east-facing view of the gardens and river. Nice! Plenty of storage space, too.

My bedroom was certainly nice, windows overlooking the downtown area. The four-poster bed was a bit surprising with very fine, light blue silk sheets and a ludicrous amount of pillows. But, in keeping with a theme, there was a rather large crate next to the bed, equipped with another pair of stainless steel bowls. Not just a feral, they must have expected a farmdog or something.

"It's a bit weird. I'll ask the jackal in the office about it later," I mumbled, as I walked by and checked out the bathroom.

It was on the border of being ridiculous. The shower was practically the size of my old apartment! "Jeez, wow..." I said out loud. There was a tub with a window right next to it, a reflective layer on the glass to afford a bather privacy. "Wow, this is soooo awesome!"

"I'm glad you like the place," came a familiar voice from behind me.

"Yipe!" I spun around. Jackal! "Wh-what are you doing h-here?!" I tried to not seem upset as maybe this is typical for high end apartments. But what WAS he doing here without notice?

"I came because you seemed really stressed out and likely could use a nap. Don't you think?" His voice was startling... It had an matter of fact, calm nature.

"Uh..." I just... stared at him. What the hell was his problem? Was this some weird prejudice against dogs? His smaller form filled the doorway back to the bedroom. "What..."

"Ah, come here puppy. Come have a nap..." His tone was surely the same, but felt warmer somehow, gentle and soft. My body betrayed me and I yawned, it had been a long day..

Wait - what? What the hell? I shook my head at the crazy canine and pushed past into the bedroom. I could think of nothing to say that wouldn't be downright awkward so just stayed quiet.

He backed away from me, smiling a toothy smile. Then, with obviously practiced motion, he reached behind him and opened the kennel door. "In you go, puppy."

What the- I stopped. I was about to swear at him, but all that came out was another, "Uhhh." But very little else. Was he telling me to-?! Who the hell was this guy? I looked in the crate at the thick waterproof pad. I jumped a little, noticing that the light blue texture had 'Milo,' stitched in light purple text at the entrance.

Holy crap, he really DID. I just looked back up at him with a completely dumbfounded gaze. Why wasn't I tackling him? Calling property management on my cellphone? This was ludicrous!

"Look in there. See? Chew toys and a comfy mat to sleep on. Nice and safe... Just the right size for a border collie." His tone. It... Was so relaxing. So relaxing. Wait, speak, dog. Stand up for yourself.

"I d-don't think I am.. Uh. I think I, uh... somehow you got the wrong idea..... Or something. I think..." Well, that was super confident. What had I been thinking? I hoped he would get that this was REALLY awkward and just leave. Ugh, he was the manager of the entire complex. LIVING here was going to be awkward.

"Oh, no, you're in the right home, Milo. Now get in your crate for your nap and I'll come get you when it's dinnertime. Come on, hop in, puppy!"

His voice was more commanding than relaxing this time. I shivered and looked at him, fearful of offending him. "I r-really am sorry but I don't t-think I am supposed to be doing things like that... With you, in my home..."

He slinked forward and stood aside me, before he very slowly reached forward toward my crotch. I had no idea what he was doing as I stared awkwardly at his nose, unable to meet his gaze, so I was caught off-guard when I felt him gripping my erection through my pants. "Eek!"

This wasn't lost on him. A predatory grin meant he knew I had to escalate or give in.

"See, puppy? You want to get in to the safe, comfortable place badly." His tail seemed to wag, as much as a pointy plume could. "I am here to provide that for you. So be a good boy and get in. Now..." He had let his grope go and was now steering me to the entrance. I ducked my head down, then realized to fit I'd need to be on all fours.. Come on, Milo. What are you doing? Just leave!

I gave in and crawled into the cage with a whine.

Once in, I heard an ominous click. I turned around to see him pull a key out of something. What the hell had I just done?

"Good! Good puppies get rewarded!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out something similar to a key fob and pressed a button. Soothing music emanated from a wealth of speakers mounted throughout the room's ceiling. "Now get a nap in, puppy. I'll let you out in half an hour."

I just stared through the crate's bars as he walked out of MY bedroom! MY bedroom, not his, what the hell?! Wow. What. The. Hell?! I groaned at this weird predicament I found myself in. And now felt the painful throbbing of my erection struggling to get free. I blushed and growled at myself. My submissive nature was really screwing with my life at this point.

With nothing but time on my side, it seemed, I decided to try to figure out the lock. There was a solid block of steel going into the vertical bar, nothing obvious on this side. I stuck my fingers through the grating and pushed my claw around until I found a hole. I tried to force it open but that obviously wasn't going to work. Instead, I wound up with a rather scuffed up claw.

Then it hit me, I was actually trapped! A burst of fear and intense lust coursed through me. I struggled to keep sane and not simultaneously scream out for help as well as masturbate.

"Ok ok, take assessment of the situation. This is just like work. I know the problem, now find the solution."

I turned around easily enough. I could lay down flat in this huge thing. I couldn't stand up but I could at least sit up. Ok that's good. The bars seemed sturdy but if I struggled long and hard enough, the soldering points looked like they'd give. Again, it was obviously for a feral, not a morph that could kick. I lifted the kennel pad and was dismayed to see a solid steel catch tray, no easy floorless escape for me. Grrr.

"Ok, nothing obvious yet..." I examined the corners where I finally found a possible solution. The panels were held together by large rods that threaded through loops. If I could lift the rod up, that would disconnect two panels from one another. Get rid of two rods and an entire panel would come free! I quickly glanced back at the door. I hadn't heard any other door open or close. Was he still here? Better not risk it yet. Besides, how long had it been? Five minutes, I guessed. I resumed looking about.

The chew toys were useless. They were very solid rubber or some form of flexible plastic that actually squeaked when compressed. I laughed a bit and squeezed it again. Heh. Pretty cute sounding. I checked the door again. No noise or movement.

There was not much else to find. The rest of the examination of my surroundings yielded nothing. I sighed out of resignation. "Well, I'm stuck here..." I put one of the chew toys in my mouth and slowly bit down. My eyes closed as I did so. It felt GOOD to get to bite something. "Ugh, so much tension in my jaw..." I slowly bit down again.

Did the music get louder? It seemed like it had. I leaned against the back wall and lowered my head down so the bed itself would possibly block some of the noise and bit down again. A little bit of my brain felt it was fantastic. Like biting a bunny or something horribly naughty. I bit down again and that squeaking noise filled the room.

I could swear that music is getting louder.

I got lower, almost flat on my stomach now, giving the toy as fierce of a bite as possible. But slow as to make sure he didn't hear what I was up to. It's felt so good. So very good.

The music ... It was ... Getting ...