FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"So how much trouble do ya think they're gonna get in?" Mike chuckled, walking backwards to watch the cruiser speed down the road. "Well, I supppose they'll have to pay to replace all the stuff they trashed," Replied Rio, keeping his eyes forward to make sure his companion didn't trip over anything, "A few days of suspension, at the very least. Roses." "Huh?" Turning back around, the bear cub stopped just short of stumbling into the rose bushes planted in the yard they were passing, "Wow, that would have hurt. But hey, at least what's his name won't have to deal with them for a bit." "That is true, if they aren't in school, they can't bother him." The white tiger ran his paws over his ears, holding them down for a few seconds before shaking his hair back into place and dropping his arms to his sides. "Uh oh," Mike said, stepping in front of his friend, "I know that look. What's the matter?" "What are you talking about?" Rio replied, stopping as well to avoid bouncing off of the larger cub, and shifting his weight to his back foot. "That. The way you're standing plus what you just did with your ears. The last time I saw you do that, you were just about to tell your mom you had tanked our math test." "You watch me that closely?" "Well, yeah, you're my best friend. Besides," he grinned, "You're just too cute not to watch. Now come on, stop changing the subject. What's up?" "Well, I was just wondering... with what we've been doing today... Does that mean that I'm your... well.." Rio dropped his gaze, cheeks flaming, and scratched the back of his leg with his other foot before glancing up at Mike from behind his bangs, "Boyfriend?" Taken completely off guard, the bear blinked a few times before the question fully sank in. He reached out and grabbed Rio's chin, gently lifting his face and brushing his hair back behind his ears. Tilting his head, he gazed into the tiger's hazel eyes and smiled. "Do you want to be?" "Well... I guess, if that's okay... I mean.. We should be if... that is...." he closed his and took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds to settle his nerves before breathing out and meeting his friend's gaze again. "Yes." The butterflies in his own stomach banished at his friend's response, Mike's smile broadened across his entire face. He hugged Rio, spinning him around and laughing at the starlted yelp and the pressure of claws on his back as the startled tiger's feet left the ground, before setting him down again. "This is so cool! I've never had a boyfriend before." The bear cub grinned, still holding his friend tight, "I've never even had a girlfriend." "Yeah, it's great," Rio replied, leaning back to catch Mike's gaze, "But, can we maybe not tell anybody yet?" "Well, I guess," Mike's smile faded a few watts, "But why?" "Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying it's a bad thing or anything, and if you wanna tell our friends I guess we can but," Rio hastened to explain, "It's just that people talk, and I don't think I could have stood in front of the school with my pants down without imploding from embarresment." "Oh, okay." the bear replied, touching noses with his friend, "You aren't nearly as good at shrugging that kinda stuff off. We can wait a bit, maybe drop some hints to see how they might deal with it." "Thanks," Rio leaned back in and rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder for a few seconds before breaking the embrace, "Now, we gotta get going. Curfew's not to far off and I know there's at least one cop in the neighborhood." "Very true," Mike chuckled, checking his phone for the time, "We should be fine though, with how close you live we'll be at least within a few houses before it sets in." " 'Kay, let's go then." The white tiger nodded, stepping around the bear cub. A few feet later, Mike's hand brushed his and, after a second's hesitation, their fingers interlaced, and they strode down the sidewalk hand in hand.

---

Meanwhile back at Rio's house

Landing on the front porch, Toby slid Rio's key into the door, opening it and stepping into the living room. Glancing about he noticed that the couch was empty, but didn't have long to wonder about the whereabouts of it's previous occupant as an upstairs door closed. "Hello!" The parrot called, announcing his presence as he shut the door behind him. Silence followed his call, so he crossed to the bottom of the staircase and tried again, "Every'ting okay?" "No!" Came the slightly muffled yet clearly aggravated reply, followed by the soft sounds of moving bottles, then the door opened and the bunny stiffly walked into view. Shirtless to begin with, he was now clad in just a towel wrapped around his waist. "What's wit da towel?" Toby asked, perplexed. "Your bathroom is on the second floor," the rabbit glared, fists clenching and non verbally daring the parrot to laugh at him, "I had to piss when I woke up. With how slow I'm moving, by the time I figured out that it was on the second floor, I REALLY had to piss. It hurts like a son of a bitch to move anything except my arms right now, so you can guess just how much FUN it was to climb to the second floor. Halfway up, I tripped on my shoelaces and landed on my side, which REALLY hurt, and made me forget that I had to piss, so now what's left of the clothes I left home with this morning are heaped in a pissy pile in your bathtub. That's what's up 'wit da towel.' Oh yeah, and to top it all off, you don't have any Tylenol!" "I tink you are confused." Toby said deadpan as he crossed his arms, feather's puffing in irritation, "Firstly, your clothes ain't in my tub. Secondly, my bat'room isn't on da second floor. Tirdly, I have tree bottles of Tylenol in da bat'room cupboard and more den one type of ointment dat helps wit bruisin'. Oh, and last but not least, I helped you all da way here, so I tink dat yellin' at me is a poor way of sayin' tank you." "Sorry for yelling," the rabbit replied after a shaky deep breath, "I guess it's not your fault, but... Wait, are you seriously telling me that there's a bathroom down there?" "Not in dis house, dere isn't. Unless you count da one in da basement, but dat one wouldn't have been any easier ta reach." "Well, then what's the point of saying anything about it? I might have missed the stuff in the cupboard, but I can see the leg of my jeans hanging over the edge of the tub, so you I know that I'm right on that one." "Nope, sorry mate, but you're not. I can say wit perfect certainty dat your dirty laundry is not in my house." "Oh yeah? How's that?" "Dat's simple. Dis isn't my house. Dis is my friend's house. Him and anudder friend of mine will be back in a few minutes." "Not your-" the rabbit closed his eyes and took tried to take a deep breath, gasping as his ribs expanded, "Whatever, are ya gonna help me down the stairs or not?" "Not, I tink." Toby replied, turning around and picking up the bags of semi thawed vegetables from the floor before heading into the kitchen, "Why should I help you? Last time I did dat you yelled at me." "Hey, I said I was sorry, okay! I just... Nobody else has ever stood up for me before, it's... kind of a long story. Now, will you please help me? I don't want to fall again." "Dat's more like it." Toby said, climbing the staircase and holding out his hand, "Da name's Tobias, by da way. Friends call me Toby." "I'm Dakota," the bunny replied, taking the offered hand and gingerly heading down the staircase, "I don't have friends." "Not yet, anyway. Change da attitude and by da end of da night you'll have tree of dem." "If you say so," Dakota said, teeth clenched as he finished the last step, "I'm not gonna hold my breath, if that's okay with you." "See? Dere ya go again," the parrot replied, pulling his phone out, "Bein' all negative. I'll prove it." He dialed hit the speaker button, the phone on the other end ringing a few times before being replaced by the rhythmic sound of skateboards going down a sidewalk. "Hey, what's up?" A girl asked, voice raised slightly to be heard over her board. "Not much. Hey, where are ya, and are ya busy?" Toby replied, raising his voice as well. "We're heading down Poplar, on our way home." "Who is it, Kaylie?" Yelled a different voice, this one a younger boy. "It's Toby," Replied the girl, voice muffling as she turned her head to address the other person, "Again, what's up? And don't tell me nothing." "It's nutting, really, but I'm glad ta hear dat Skyler is witcha. I was wonderin' if ya had any Tylenol I could borrow." "Even if I did, your house is in the other direction. We'd never beat curfew." "Would it change anyting if I said I was at Rio's?" "Yes it would, that's on the way. Hey, Skyler, we have any pills left?" "Not sure," the boy replied, "hang on." The even tone of wheels was replaced by a gravely grinding sound as the pair stopped, "Let's see... band-aids, ointment, tape, hex keys, pencil case, math book.... Ah! Tylenol. Yeah, we've got a few left." "Seems that we do." Kaylie confirmed, "We'll be at Rio's in about ten." "Tanks, buy ya don't need ta come all da way here," the parrot rejoined, "If ya cut on to Elm, ya should pass Mike and Rio. Just give it ta dem, dat way you won't hafta lose your downhill." "Will do. Anything else?" "Nope. Dat should do it." " 'K, we're coming over tomorrow then, and I expect a full explanation when we get there. Come on, Sky. Let's hit it." Running footsteps followed by boards hitting pavement sounded before the parrot shut his phone. "See?" he said, turning to the suspicious looking rabbit, "Friends. Ya needed someting for da bruises, and we're gettin' it for ya." "Sorry if I'm skeptical." Dakota replied, slowly easing back into the cushions, "We'll see if it shows up."

---

Meanwhile, approaching the corner of Elm and Oak

Mike and Rio walked along, hands still linked, footsteps paired in tandem. The comfortable silence was broken by the rapidly approaching sound of skateboards. The pair let go of each other's hand and stepped into the grass on either side to make room, rasing hands in greeting as they saw who it was. Kaylie, one of their friends from school, and her little brother Skyler returned the gesture. Rather then slowing down, the pair of terriers maintained speed, the younger of the two miming throwing something. "Head's up guys! Catch!" He called, tossing something straight up as they passed between their bemused friends. Easily sighting the white object agains the night sky, Rio plucked it out of the air on it's way down, and gazed at the lable before looking up, confused. "Hey, what's this for?" He called after the siblings. "No idea!" Kaylie called back, "Toby said you needed it. See ya tomorrow!" Rio's next question was forestalled as the terrier grabbed the sign post and slingshoted her way around the corner, followed in turn by her brother. "Huh. Tylenol." He said, tossing it up and down, "Guess our guest is hurting." "Let's not keep them waiting then." Mike replied, setting off at a jog. Rio followed suit, and about ten minutes or so later they arrived at Rio's house. Stepping through the door, they found their guest sitting on the couch, munching a sandwich, in a towel. "Don't ask," Toby said from across the room where he was leaning against the wall, "I'll explain it later. All ya gotta know right now is dat he's okay, his name is Dakota, and ya need ta wash da cloths in da tub." "The cloths in the..." The tiger began, but the look on Toby's face stopped him, "Right. You'll explain later. I had to do laundry anyway. Here," he tossed the bottle to the parrot who snatched it out of the air, "I'm going to go to the bathroom, and gather my clothes." "Me first!" Mike shouted, lightly knocking Rio off balance and sprinting up the stairs, his friend in hot pursuit. As Rio turned the corner at the top of the stairs, Mike grabbed his arm and pulled him into the bathroom, shutting the door. "Hey, what's the deal?" "This, my feline friend," Mike replied, holding up a sodden pair of red briefs, "Still warm too." "Okay," Rio said, shifting from foot to foot, "What're you thinking?" "Well, you have to go to the bathroom, right?" The bear cub asked, grin getting wider by the second. "Yes..." Rio replied suspiciously. "Okay. Then I dare you to drop your jeans and go in your diaper. You'll be dealing with Dakota's clothes so nobody will notice the smell, and you can take a shower before you start the laundry." "But... Well, I guess our deal is still in effect." Rio sighed, secretely excited about the prospect. He pulled his jeans to his knees and just let go. The teddy bear designs slowly changed from blue to red when the diaper sagged between the tiger's legs, the front starting tent outwards as the nine year old's dick hardened within it's pissy confines. A few minutes later, his flow abated, Rio looked up at Mike and grinned. "Thanks." "Oh, don't thank me yet." The bear replied, lifting Dakota's briefs again, "Next dare, rub these all over your face." "I would say that you're being gross, but we'd both know that's a lie." Rio chuckled, taking the damp garment. "Right?" Mike asked, lowering his shorts and undies to his kness as he dropped in front of the tiger and pushing the sodden crotch of the diaper up into his balls, causing a moan to escape his friend's lips, "Better be quite, we don't want them hearing us." "Yeah... Wait, what're you doing?" "What you're really gonna wanna thank me for." The bear cub replied. He unfastened the soggy diaper and wrapped it around his own tool, humping into it's moistened warmth before opening his mouth and engulfing his friend's salty sweet cock. Rio nearly cried out at the feeling of his friend's tongue caressing the under side of his shaft, bringing up the red briefs at the last second to silence the noise. His dickie instantly got even harder as Dakota's piss went up his nose and in his mouth. The rabbit's urine tasted sweeter then Mike's, and was less acrid then the scent wafting up from his diaper. Still, the young tiger loved every minute of it. He bucked his hips, face fucking his class mate as forcefully rubbed the sodden cloth all over his face, grinding the scent deep into his fur. Lost in his pleasure, he didn't notice his friend's free hand crawling up his leg until the bear cub's two fingers went three knuckles deep into his rectum. Every muscle in his body tensed and he went up onto his tip toes as he was penetrated, forcing his cock deeper into Mike's muzzle. Feeling his climax coming, he stuffed Dakota's briefs into his mouth and started sucking the piss from them as he grabbed Mike's ears and began thrusting for all he was worth. The bear cub was holding off his own orgasm through sheer concentration, but was caught off guard by the sudden sharp tug on his ears. His focus completely shattered, he quickly went over the edge, shooting ropes of watery cum into the pissy depths of the diaper around his cock and ramming his fingers as deep as they'd go into the fourth grade tiger's rectum. The grunts and moans of his friend's orgasm coupled with the warm pee sliding down his throat and the jab to his prostate combined to send the tiger's own seed spurting into the kneeling bear cub's mouth. Rio tugged Mike's ears hard, holding his friend's nose firmly against his crotch until cub had swallowed every last drop. Releasing his grip, he leaned back against the counter and grinned down at his boyfriend. "You were right," he panted, "Now I can say thank you." "See?" Mike replied, giving the tiger's tip a loving lick before standing. Leaving his pants around his knees and pushing Rio towards the tub, "Now hurry up and gather the laundry. I wasn't lying when I said I needed to use the bathroom." "Well, excuse me," Rio laughed, pulling his pants up and grabbing the briefs and undies from the tub, "I'll leave you in peace." He stepped out of the bathroom and heard the door shut behind him. Crossing the hall, he leaned out and called downstairs. "Um.. Dakota, was it? Do you want to borrow a pair of my pajamas until the laundry's done?" "No." Came the sullen reply. "Suit yourself," he called back. Crossing over into his room, he tossed the rabbit's clothes into his laundry basket and gathered up a few more articles of his own before hauling everything downstairs, pausing in the living room. "Sure you're okay?" "I'm. Fine." The rabbit answered, staring straight ahead, an angry blush spreading through his cheeks. "Okay," Rio retreated quickly, trying to save the rabbit some emberrasment. Skipping down the stairs to the basement, he stepping into the laundry room and loaded the washer, adding soap and priming it before running back upstairs. "I'm gonna take a shower, then I'll start the laundry." Not waiting for a reply, he ran up to to the top floor and rounded the corner just as Mike was opening the door. "Perfect timing friend, as usual," he said, grabbing Rio's arm and pulling him into a deep kiss, their tongues dancing until he pulled back, "Now go clean up, you dirty, dirty, boy." "My body, your mind!" Rio laughed, pushing the bear down the hall and stepping into the bathroom once more, locking the door behind him.