FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

By Lily Valentine~

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You know, people call us prostitutes. People look at us with crossed glances and disdainful grimaces while we trot down the sidewalk hand in hand, it tells all too well how they think of us. I'm sure they have a lot more words to describe these sisters. More... colorful ones. My favorites. It isn't like I care how they see me, but my sister doesn't deserve their sharp eyes and haughty looks. We're allowed to dress however the fuck we want anyway. It's so prejudiced to think that fishnet stockings and...wait did I only put a bikini on today? Well, purple to match my light orange fur. Fuck. It's riding up.

"Labelle!" I complain and fix my outfit. Oh, I put on a miniskirt too. No wonder people look at me awkward. Still prejudiced of them. They don't know me.

"Huh? What, Ash?" She replies, immediately stopping our rushed adventure to look me over.

"You're going a little quick, 'Bell." I take a little time to catch my breath, and then let her whisk me away.

"You can keep up. You didn't even wear high heels today. Cute flats though." She says. We're headed downtown, because I'm shadowing her work today. People think that morning would be bad for our business, but it's ripe for the picking. Many horny business people come by here on the way to work in the hidden morn.

"Hm. Ash, what do you think D does this early in the day?" Labelle says, slowing down to catch my hand again.

"Huh, no idea. He probably spends all his time finding new workers, or beating up the ones that don't meet their quota." I chortle out.

D is this big fucker who thrust this all on us one day. I mean, I'm glad for it I guess. Got us off the streets, but it's not like this life is much better. Only talked to him twice, and any news is by email. Other workers tell us that if we meet him again, you're probably screwed.

"Eh? That's a dreadful thought. I dread to think he does that with us." She crows. She looks sad for just a second then shrugs. " I guess that's kinda how it is."

"Yeah. Fucking terrible." I grunt.

"Do you think he ever has better relationships with workers like us? Or is he like that to his wife too?"

"What, you think the fuck's married?"

"Oh. No. You're right."

Eventually, we get to her favorite spot. It's an underpass downtown that has a cafe built under the road on one side, and a casual hideout on the other. Other than trolling for customers, this is the best place to hang out. Where we can really be ourselves. Or whores. Is that still part of ourselves if that's our job?

We typically work separate times of the day, so getting to see her in action is a rare treat. "So... how do you pick your targets?" I ask when we get into the shadow of the road.

"Well, Ash! First I look for all the cleanly dressed guys. Then narrow it down to ones who look like they just got paid. When one looks real intent at me without a bad face, I know I've got a bite." She says while she sets up shop on the wall. I just mean she leans against it. She's the shop. A perky vulpine seductress... shop. With fur the color of a setting sun and cloud white eyes. She's all mine.

"Ooh. I see. Very smart of you, Belly!" I say with a big grin.

"You don't have to patronize me, Assh." She retorts.

"Har har. Just find us some poor fuck to fuck."

"What a way with words you have, sis." She says, half scowl, as she steps down the sidewalk.

"You've always been better at that, Cupcake." I say with a forward red smile and take her other hand, pulling her from the side of the road and into my arms.

"Hey. Hey! I thought I was supposed to find someone." She says with averted eyes perched upon her red cheeks.

"Oh-hoh. It looks like _I_found someone. She's pretty fuckin' hot too." I coo while I drag her down to my lips, catching a stolen kiss on the side of the road.

She's known for doing this cute thing where she goes limp when she gets what she wants. Like she's doing now. When she does that, she knows that I'll take her and give her more. I set up my rack of goods in her shop while I stare into her iridescent white eyes. I steal more kisses from her corner store. Her glazed eyes start to close when I finally get to fondling her own goods, roughing up her ruffing and getting subtle moans to slip between our lips.

Her eyes hang ajar until she busts them open and tries to knock me aside. "Ash, ash! There's our mark!"

"Huh? You're just afraid of PDA-- Oh fuck, you're right! Go get 'im champ." I say, hyping up my sis with an extra swat on the butt while she fixes her miniskirt, jacket, and tube top.

She saunters off, giving away an extra sway or two in her strut for free. The guy we spotted looked handsome. He wasn't wearing anything fancy as far as I could tell, but his clothes were pristine and pressed. He's probably out and about for this very reason. That poor soul. Poor cute soul. I think he looks like a 24-25 year old curly brown Canine.

I've got a great view of her putting the moves on him. He postures away from her, sheepishly gives her his hand and he lets her take him by me. She reassuringly winks at me when she passes so I return one to the both of them. He stops. Eyes twitch from her to me and then I catch him mumbling.

"That's double if you want me to join, bucko." I say, cocking my body with a hand on my hip while I look him over.

He lobs me half a perverted smirk, "I can pay that."

"Oh yeah, big shot are ya? Hope you came with a full wallet." I say, shaking my head no while my feet take us deeper into our alcove. There are usually people here, but not at this time of the morning. We basically live here though, so people know when to scoot.

The entire place used to be someone's actual home. There's still an old black futon, bathroom that probably works, and a sink. Water drips in the corners, and the musty smell of water covered concrete and mold chafes my skin. I tape the wall-door drape shut. "'Aight so what'chu want?"

"Mmm. Are you two a pair?" He says, ignoring me. Good way to get under my skin quick; boss me around and ignore me. Just see what I do.

"We a pair? I mean, she is my sister." I don't drop a beat, instantly take Bell's hips and yank her against me. We stare deep into each others eyes, drawing the essence from one another before pulling it into a kiss. My paws slip into Bell's tube top, and grope her harshly. She moans past my lips and her muscles relax into my command. Don't go limp on me now, Belly.

I hold the kiss until the guy makes an uncomfortable grunt. I inch my lips from my sis', letting the saliva string between my tongue and her teeth. She draws control back and looks at the guy enthusiastically but glazed. "Yeah. We're a pair." I continue. Fuck. I got myself in the mood for her.

"That's... perfect," the guy pants. A new face painted on top of his old one to resemble a kid who lost his innocence. His pressed pants have a new fold in them too.

"Yeahyeahyeah, so whaddo you want?" I say, tapping my foot like mad. He's so slow, I'm ready to go to town on a foxy prostitute right now and this guy's in the way.

"What do you offer?" He says, taking deliberate care with each word.

"Fuckin'. Anything your heart desires dude. The more uncomfortable you make my sis here, the more expensive. She's a kinky fuck though, I wouldn't really worry about that. But if it's involving me it'll be at least double plus hers. Give me a scenario and we'll kick ya the bill first."

"Okay that sounds fine." Uh, what? Is he really going to let me get away with charging him that much? Cha-ching!

"So I uh... I like feet, okay. Is pussy available? I'd just really love to cum in one of you while you step on my face. Maybe some domination..." He says, body curled inward as his fur. Oh, I'll show you domination.

"Yeah so obviously fuckin' a muff costs extra. Plan B aint cheap. We can step on ya for free. Overall cost eeeh lets say $100 flat." I say, counting it all on my fingers. "That it?"

"Wh-whoa. That's a lot less than I thought it'd be. I guess I have more..." What, really? This guy came to pay. And come. He came to cum. I'm funny. "What about pee...? I've always wanted to try that."

"Watersports? No. Fuuuck no." There are worse kinks for him to wanna explore with us, but that's definitely something really inconvenient. I didn't wanna shower here so I'm not. For fuck's sake dude. That's a last customer thing, not a first.

"Okay okay. Is it alright if I wanna add stuff in the middle of us going...?" He says, inching ever closer.

"Yeah, that's fine. The boundaries are pretty obvious. Some peeps don't offer blood play but fuck it, eh? But I'm not about to quote you prices in the middle of fuckin' if you ask for something spur of the moment though. So just be willing to pony up doggy dude."

"Okay. Do I just get naked...?" He says, starting to unbutton his shirt.

"Whoa there kinky cowboy. Gotta show us you got the cash first. And tell us your name, phone number and address, just in case we catch somethin'. And once the pants come off, it starts." I always gotta give 'em the lowdown. For us and them.

* * *

We finish getting all the info we need, his name's B.J.. I thought he was fuckin' with us at first but no, that's his name. Benjamin Jormunn. Too bad he doesn't live up to his namesake. Cute name for a cute dude though.

"'Aight Beej. Lets go. Pants off. Who're you sticking it in?" I say, but we don't wait for his answer. I help strip Bell down and she pulls me out of my clothes. I can't help but give Bell's cute fuckin' tits a little grope and my hips a little shake at Beej. "Come on."

"O-oh. Um." He looks between us while his mud fur turns beat red.

"Look dude. I'm a little fuckin' peeved. You came lookin' for some slut to nut in and you're nervous when you get what you want. We're here for you. Drop the nerves. Pick one of us. Be unabashed and maybe we'll give you a discount too." Well, maybe not. I already told him the footsy shit is free.

"Assh, that's not nice. He's very clearly nervous. I bet it's his first time. Have some compassion," Bell says as she breaks from me and flocks to the guy.

He steels himself up, expression relaxing as he tugs down his pants, spilling his wallet and phone on the floor. He kicks them all aside, and we exchange glances. His dick is firm against his belly.

"So. Who?" I have a hunch who, considering we've been doing a bit of good whore bad whore.

"Th-the red one." He says. I roll my eyes while my fingers roll up between Bell's legs.

"Already forgot my sis' name? What a fucker, dude. It's Labelle. I'm Ash. Call her by name. She's at your command, Beej." I say, giving her clit a pinch to make her jump. She's just about wet enough for him. Since birth, she's always been more of a dick kinda girl than I have. My paw smacks hard down on her rear to send her into his arms.

"Labelle, w-would you mind getting me ready for this...?" He says, shaking from his voice to his toes. Bell obeys, grinding her small form against his, I imagine that his cock is right up against her tummy, especially because of the face he's making.

I come up from behind and start fingering Labelle from the back again, whispering over her shoulder. "Mm, you ready to take this canine cock little sis? It's been a good while, I hope you're ready. You're going to take that fuckin' knot."

Big dog here oversteps his bounds with a big grin on his face, "While she gets me primed, you should get yourself primed and help us out... Come here, let me feel your tits."

"Okay Beej. First off." I kick him flat onto the dusty futon. "You don't order me around."

His dinnerplate eyes settle on my chest, instead of my face. Oh, you've done it now buddy. My foot slams down between his legs, barely missing his balls. "And number two. This is my house, you're under my control." My foot slides up to his dick, trapping his shaft between my toes and holding him down by it.

He looks alarmed, but instead of resisting he starts to tremble under my sole. "Y-yes mistress, your control..."

"Wh-what? This isn't fucking... Fuck. It is. You're gunna fucking get your fucking money's worth." I motion at my sister while my footpaw drags along his shaft and sits on his balls. His expression thickens and becomes the nervous mess yet again. "You're fucking dirt. Less than shit below my feet."

Labelle gets behind his head and mashes her paw in his face, pinning him flat to the bed. "Y-you're crud beneath my toes!" She calls, trying to imitate me. I grind my foot into his balls, his stomach looks like it's churning. He's afraid that I'll press my foot into the firm pliable balls. They deform under my foot as I lean forward. He starts to twitch and pant, but as nervous as he seems to be, his cock is ever harder, and his stomach is wet with pre. "A-ash, h-he's licking my foot..."

"Yeah, he's such dirt that he's licking it off your toes. Tasting his competition." I keep testing the elasticity of his nuts, putting almost all my weight into my front paw and loving the twisting view of the tormented Canine. My lips twist into a sneer while I keep my experiment going. How far can I go before he decides to call me off? Will I listen? His tiny strained whimpers feed me. I could end his fertility right here, right now. His line deserves it. I'll go farther, until--

"N-nnng yes, yes! Mistress... I'm your dirt!" He cries, every muscle in his body tenses as I watch in disgust. I feel his balls tug hard enough from my paw that they grip against his insides before the telltale throbbing of ejaculation seizes his crotch. Cloudy spasms of cum shoot from his cock, all over his chest, and on my sister's foot.

"Beej. Who said you could cum on our feet? I certainly didn't give you permission." I lurch forward and twist my foot in his sack. His delicious shrieks of confused oversensitive pain while he continues to pool cum on his stomach turns my hair on end. It feels like my fur is trying to crawl away. Exhilarating.

He eventually calms down, but his breath is hot and heavy in the room. Soon the room takes up it's usual stench of male arousal: Mostly acrid musk, with subtle hints of semen. I walk up to his side and motion Labelle away. "Clean my foot you fuck." I grumble and kick my whitened foot in his face, smearing his spunk on his muzzle. He so obediently scoops his cum off my footpaw, making sure to dig his tongue up between each digit and get it sparkling clean. It tickles.

"Good job Beej. You lasted a whole 10 minutes. We usually go for 30 minimum, so in the mean time, lets not waste that cash." I look down at the afterglow addled face, set a footpaw on either side of him, and squat down on his face, smothering his slack jaw in pussy.

He hardly resists, instead he's actually too happy to make out with my cunt. And instead of wiggling his tongue inside, he traces it over my clit in circles. He's definitely done this before.

I lean back, propping my arms on his chest while I roll my hips into his face and groan my deserved pleasure. His paws slowly climb from his sides, inching toward my crotch but I stop them, stepping roughly on his wrists and pinning them, fully extended, with my feet. "What do you think you're doing? I didn't give you permission to touch. You're gunna eat me out, that's it. It'll probably take the whole remaining time anyway."

I turn to Labelle to make another remark, but I catch her lain down in his lap, lips wrapped around his cock. "Labelle, come on! My feet were just on that!"

"Well, yeah! I'm cleaning it off. It'd be worse to get your foot gunk in my pussy." She says, grumpily staring at me while she bobs her head on his dick. I roll my eyes, but suddenly cry out when Beej nips down at my intimate areas, not too close to the clit, but close enough that it deliciously hurt.

"Mmn, you've done this before. And with a kinky chick too. Well that's good. Maybe you wont die if I smother you in my muff." My paws snap to his head, roughly claw into his scalp, and force him deeper into my slit. His maw is getting nearly as wet as me, sloppily sliding lips over lips while my pleasure starts to hit it's groove.

His body starts to writhe under me, so I look back to see Labelle already mounted up and rocking her hips to fit his dick inside her dainty little muff. "Aw really Labelle? Well, a little cream wouldn't hurt my desert." She looks so cute when flustered. A nice dark shade of red paints over her cheeks every time I tease her about how straight she is.

She is just so fucking cute. The way she fumbles with his dick and slowly manages it inside her. Her face relaxes and she joins my chorus of sparse moans while we both ride this poor fuck. I bet she wants to go limp and let him do the work, but she's gotta power through. I'm pretty sure he likes it. He tells me everything with his quivering form, hungry muzzle, and bucking hips.

His experience with eating cunt shows. His tongue rolls along my inner walls, traces between my lips, and circles around my clit expertly. I have to keep changing positions to help him get his tongue higher, he keeps missing at rolling it along right under my clit, which makes me grit my teeth and claw into his head harder. "I swear you're doing that on purpos--"

Labelle starts crying out, "N-nng, yes, freaking impregnate me..!" so I stop to turn to her. Her face, drenched in red, tells me that she's cumming.

"H-hey not so fuckin' loud! That's a fabric wall!" I snap at her. But I can't stay mad. She's just too cute. The way her toes curl and her eyes roll up, tongue sticking out the side of her lips while she bites on it to muffle herself as she covers this poor boy's lap in her sweet feminine slick. Oh god I can faintly smell it all from here...

My paws sink harsher into his muzzle, but it's become slack and his nearly non-existent breath is even harder to find. He's emptying into my poor sister. I bet she loves it. Thinking about how much she's in pleasure just... Can't... "F-fuuuck..." I groan as I bury Beej's face between my lips and start to twitch. My body feels the intense pleasure wash over it in waves, starting in my crotch and drenching my chest and head in the ocean of pleasure I get from his lapping tongue.

My orgasm doesn't stop so soon, it feels like I'm trapped on the lazy river, riding out endless waves before I'm beached. Panting. And just as wet.

I look back and Beej's spunk just drools from her lips while she slowly hefts herself up and flops off. I tuck my knees in and start to get up, "Ooh, don't get it all over his tummy. Wait, wha--" I try to get up and find the dog's paws gripped on my thighs, holding me down.

Suddenly, I feel a certain canine tongue prod right under my clit again. It traces along the opening to my urethra, making my fur spike hard. "What the fuck! That's sensitive. Get off!" I push on his head a bit, crying out as his tongue pokes into places it shouldn't.

It takes effort, and willpower, to stand up and get off of his face. He doesn't fight very hard, and lies defeated and ultimately messy. Disgusting. "I fucking know what you were trying to do, I told you no already you fuck. Ugh, get out." He just lies there, mind in some other dimension. Probably still lost in my thighs.

"Don't mind him, I thought you wanted desert." Labelle says, giggling just behind me.

"Hmm. You know I can't say no. Cupcake for breakfast, with extra cream? This is the fucking life." I climb over to her, and pull a Beej; I grip her by the thighs while I dive in. Her usual delicious scent is masked by the acrid smell of Beej's cum. We gotta fix that.

I trace my tongue from the bottom of her slit, to her clit. The thick goopy spunk splitting around my tongue. I tug on her clit with my lips, tracing my tongue along her walls while I let the cum spill between the four lips.

"Hey, you gotta swallow." She says.

"What, that's fucking gross." I growl.

"Do. It." She says maliciously while she grabs me by my ears and forces my muzzle into her muff. "Hmm. You know, I miss the handlebars. Made this easier." I tremble while she forces my muzzle to accept the awful and thick spunk. My eyes squeeze tight, lungs growl in rejection, yet I slowly give in, digging my tongue through her canal and eating out her messy slit.

_You owe me for this._I think, angrily. But every moan, whimper, and pant make it worthwhile. Oh how I love hearing my sister happy.

My practiced tongue traces her walls, dragging out the cum and swallowing it begrudgingly until it glides over them without resistance. I lean in, and grip her clit between my lips while I twist and rock my face into her pussy. I enlist the help of my paws, one spreads her open and the other glides digits inside, tracing over her innermost depths.

Labelle's body keeps twitching before she falls hard on her back. Her hips raise, and her back arches. She gives me a straight-shot deep inside her for my digits to dig while my lips tug her clit up and my tongue_lashes_roughly over it. I can make her body twitch with just my tongue's flicks. My sister, reduced to a puppet.

I drive circles around her clit with my tongue, keeping a steady pace while my paw rubs intently inside her. I know her vagina in and out. What's too sensitive, where her inner buttons lie. I know just how to dive my paws in and out how she wants it. I keep all of that in mind for minutes on end until I feel her knees knocking against my body and she cries for "More! More, oh please! K-keep just like that, oh god Ash I'm gunna cum all over you..!"

Her entire body clenches hard. Grabby paws and thighs smoosh my face into her lap. I keep my pace, rocking my head forward and back while my tongue traces around and along her pleasure button endlessly until she arches her back further and gives in. Her cries aren't stifled this time. They make my fur crawl in ecstasy as I get her to a _ground shattering_orgasm. I can feel her heartbeat against my tongue that I grind into her clit and the same throbbing metronome on my fingers as well. It's quick, fluttering in ecstasy. Sweet, feminine slick pours over my muzzle and gets it oh so wet.

I feel another source of wetness on my backside, and when Bell's thighs let go of my head I turn to find Beej, jackin' it and shooting cum on my bare rear. "Seriously dude? That costs extra." I groan, wetness dripping from my lips.

"It was worth it. You two are hot." He snickers, face lit up like he gets a prize for the compliment.

"Just fucking wash up and get out or I'll double the price. Better leave a fucking tip, too." I growl, sneer warping my face.

"Sure. Shit. It's nearly brunch time. I'll be late..." He says, scrambling up cash and tossing it at us while he runs out.

"Seriously dude?! Fuck!" I yell at the scampering runt of a man. "Wait, fuck. We're going to get behind quota."

"Ugh, you're right. You're right. Just gotta get cleaned up." She says, with a pink face and foggy movement.

"If D-man catches us slacking off it wont be nice." I whine, giving her slick clit a little kiss and getting up. I would loathe to think he'd come by and see us slacking off.

"Oh god you're right! Freak we gotta get out there."

* * *

With Beej's money in pocket, him out and us cleaned up, we get back to the underpass corner. Fresh air tastes so good. Well, mostly burnt gas and city road smells. But it's so much better than the stale scent of dude, semen, and dust that clings to our hangout.

After a while, Labelle finally comes out of the hangout and sets up closer to it.

So let's take advice on what Labelle does to find guys.

First, look for a clean dressed man... Yeah okay, there's a lot of those here. It's the busy side of the town. Lots of industry.

Now look for one that looks like he just got his paycheck. Okay, there are a few that look like they're out to spend some money.

Now, wait for one of them to catch a glance at me and look wanting.

Oh.

Fuck.

It's D.