FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(( There is going to be 'some' Yiff in this series. This first story will contain most of it... but don't worry, the rest of the series will have other kinds of awesomeness! Enjoy the yiffy-gay goodness :3 ))

For thousands of years the people of Polaris had lived in contentment. The furs and humans of this realm were relatively peaceful with each other, though conflict had broken out amongst themselves on several occasions. Sym was a dazzling arctic fox, very skinny and lean by most standards. He had many friends and lots of family, being the fourteenth pup among seventeen.

Sym's cellphone vibrated, alerting him of a text message. He pulled the phone from his pocket, flipped it open and looked at the beach-front screen saver, a little window winking at him. He thumbed a button and he was delighted to read the following:

"Hullo luv, it's mommy! I no u havnt herd from me in a long time, but the family is getting 2gether for dinner. Plz come see us! Love you, Sym... Oh, dinner's at 7, dress nice!"

Sym wuffled a little bit happily, flipping his phone closed and stuffing it back into the pocket of his tight blue jeans. He padded down the street, humming happily, "I wonder what mom and dad are going to cook... I hope it's steak."

The city around himself was bustling, ever busy with furs and humans. Cars crept along in traffic jams, sky-scrapers rose up high like gigantic trees in a jungle of concrete and steel.

John looked at the mega-clock on the city's central sky-scraper: It was 2 o'clock. Plenty of time to do what he wanted before dinner!

He smiled and decided to go see his boyfriend, Raul. Sym was twenty, and despite his good looks and great social skills he had never liked girls much. He hadn't told his parents this, though, not knowing how they'd react. Raul was a burly, brown-furred wolf who worked at Sym's favorite coffee shop. Raul -should- be working... and wasn't it 2 PM? Raul got off at three on Wednesdays...

Sym half-jogged across the semi-crowded side-walk, knowing the way to the coffee shop by heart. He got there in a little under thirty minutes. Raul was behind a counter, mixing up a latte for a prim, tall feline woman, a tabby. The tabby hands over some coins to Raul, who takes them, and gives the tabby her hot coffee. The tabby smiles, her tail swishing, "Thank you very much! Byyyye..."

The tabby glances at Sym with lovely green eyes, "Heya, good lookin'... mind if I buy you a coffee?"

Sym chuckled and waved her off politely, smiling, "No thanks, I'm good. Appreciate the offer, though!"

Sym walked past the confused cat, who soon slinked off to a table with a smallish group of numerous other female felines to chat, and Sym settled by the counter, "Hey, Raul... how's it going?"

Raul looked up at Sym, smiling as he ran a wash-cloth over the counter top, his arm swirling in broad circles, the muscles beneath his luxurious brown fur shifting sensuously, "Ohhhh, the day's been long... Uhara made me get up earlier to move some boxes since fuckin' Gerald decided to take a sick day today..."

Raul's voice was deep and charming, and his looks and muscles could have easily earned him a good she-wolf. But Raul wasn't interested in she-wolves...

Sym cringed at Gerald's name, knowing full well who this other fur was, with some regret, "God, Gerald again? Why hasn't Uhara fired him yet?"

Raul continued to clean the counter top, shrugging his shoulders, "Uhara needs all the help he can get.... y'know how it is. Fucked up economy and all that shit..."

Sym shook his head, not wanting to think about Gerald... that bigot prick of an avian.

Raul looked down at his wrist-watch and smiled, "Heeey... it's my lunch break! Wanna go have some fun, lover?"

Sym blushed at Raul's openness, and blushed even harder as the tabby and her friends looked over at the counter, their curious, multicolored female cat ears pricking up at this slight bit of intrigue. Raul circled around the counter and slid up behind Sym, pulling off his employee hat and apron and pulling the smaller, arctic fox into a sweet, from-behind hug.

The tabby girl and her friends started to snicker and point, gossiping maliciously to each other in a heartbeat.

Sym heard some of the things they said, and so did Raul... it was a good thing the coffee shop was mostly empty, because Sym laid a passionate kiss against Raul's lips, leaning his head around. Raul returned it wetly, their eager dog-tongues intertwining. The gossip soon stopped and the felines stared on at this scene, almost jealous. Sym and Raul chuckled at the cats and walked behind the counter, entering the employee lounge, but not before Sym flipped those cats 'the bird', leaving them with a clear message, "Fuck you."

Sym and Raul wasted no time, grinning eagerly at each other as clothes flopped lightly to the floor. They stretched out their naked, furry limbs and shook their tails, settling down on the couch. Raul and Sym had both missed each other a lot... the brown wolf wrapped his arms around the white fox, kissing his neck and chest.

Sym moaned, his red slippery fox-hood sliding from his sheathe, and Raul's doggy dick doing the same. They groped each other, lapping with their tongues and rolling around on the couch, their fluffy tails wagging furiously. Raul made the first move, scooting down between Sym's legs, and to the beautiful, white fox's delight, Raul sucked Sym's cock into his hot, wolfish mouth, "Mmmm..."

Sym spread his legs, groaning with happiness, his tongue hanging from his mouth. Raul sucked lewdly, accustomed to this intimate, oral act. Sym reached down with a furry hand and pressed down between Raul's pointed ears, guiding the wolf's actions, "Yyyesss... suck my cock, Raul... it feels so good!"

Raul obliged, wuffling and slurping around Sym's cock... and even deepthroating him, taking the fox's eight inches all the way down to his furry sheathe, chin pressing into his foxxy sac.

Sym let out a hiss, growling, "Oooooh! I'm gonna cuuuum!"

Raul bobbed his head rapidly... and was rewarded with a splash of fox-cum, Sym copiously unloading into Raul's hungry mouth, salty cum spurting endlessly in thick, long wads, "Fuuuuck! I love you, Raul...!!!"

Raul gulped down the fox's seed, and when the fox finally finished, Raul popped the red flesh from his mouth, licking spit and cum from his lips, "I love... you too... Sym... my sweet little fox... now c'mere!"

Raul grabbed at Sym, pulling the other fur into his lap. Sym blushed fiercely, knowing Raul's usual routine... Raul mounted Sym in a sitting position, something Raul liked to call the 'man-chair'. Raul's knees came up to either side of Sym and the wolf's arms draped around Sym's chest...

Raul plunged his own meat into Sym without hesitation, his ten, thick inches of wolf-flesh burying itself to the hilt in Sym's smallish tailhole. Sym groaned out in mixed pleasure and pain, whimpering, "Ohhh... Raul! You're so big..."

Raul licked Sym's ear, comforting him, "I know... I love you, foxy..."

Sym settles into his man-chair, grinding his taut ass against Raul's sheathe, encouraging him.

Raul needs no more encouragement and begins to ram his cock into Sym roughly, like a dog rutting his bitch. He pants and thrusts, Sym whimpering and moaning in pleasure, "Yes... yes... yes..."

Raul doesn't last long, and he subsequently blows his load deep into Sym's ass, plugging his bowels with his hot wolf-seed, "Ohhhhh, fuck, Sym... I'm cumming!"

Sym leans his head around to kiss Raul, groaning as his ass is filled. Raul empties himself into the young arctic fox, his sperm thick and copious. He cums for a lot longer than Sym did, semen leaking out of the abused tailhole... Raul finishes, panting happily, "Mmmm... that was a good..."

Sym rests in the arms of his lover, tailhole still full of cock and semen, "Very good..."