FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

“Hi."

The Sirian glanced at me with her light, blue eyes, twitched her nose with a slight sniff and looked away.

This was not the reaction I expected. She stood there, not paying me any heed except for the occasional split-second look, as if she was expecting me to do or say something.

Well, of course she's not going to take the initiative, Nate, you idiot! Do you think she wants to be here, with you?

I cleared my throat and adjusted my tie, however I was too late to make any further advance as she was swooped away, giggling the whole while, by a Lupiad whose robe was already halfway down, exposing his strong, white-furred chest. Not even a second away and he was reaching up her loin-cloth and licking at her muzzle as he carried her to a private room.

This set-back caused the feelings of anxiety to spring back and I imagined once again the consequences I faced. Shaking my head, I pushed them aside once more.

Okay, Nate, you're in charge. Just go out and find someone. You're going to be just like that Lupiad, you're the alpha wolf! You're in charge!

I went back to the crowd, looking for a free slave. At first, all I saw was a heavy, round Sirian, an older slave who was clearly kept on for either his past services or to service a particular crowd's preference. Not my type, even if I were into men, or aliens for that matter.

Finally, I found another. A Lupiad, black-furred with a gold collar around her nec. She was a whole head taller than me and I couldn't help but think she could claw out my heart if she wanted. Not my type, tall, muscular, and alien, but at least she had the right parts and I was not here to be picky.

Alpha wolf. Remember.

I strutted up and stepped in front of her and said, with as much macho confidence as I could muster, “Hey."

She looked at me, eyes widening and slinking away. She turned and immediately a brown and white Sirian, about the same height and build as me, pressed his nose against her and pulled her away without a word.

Okay, that didn't work either. Maybe I shouldn't even bother speaking and just forget about trying to convince them? Just...just do it, you're the top dog, aren't you? I paused. It didn't feel right. I didn't like to do that to a woman, just grab her and take her to a room like that, but I didn't have a choice. I was facing a dire fate if I didn't have sex with one of the slaves.

I couldn't help but remember what Rey said about Regulian penises. He couldn't have been right about them, being barbed, could he?

It didn't matter, I needed to get back into gear and the crowd was thinning fast.

I found another slave unattended and she was something else. A Vulpeculan with entirely white fur, except for two vertical black stripes on her muzzle and a black tip on her big, fluffy tail that swished back and forth. I kept expecting to see her collar being steel, but it was, in fact gold. Most likely someone had already taken her earlier and dismissed her. I had to admit, an alien that looked like that was something I was indeed interested in, even with my normal Human policy, and I could see myself finishing in mere seconds with her. Some girls had looks that powerful.

Reaching out, I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards me. I watched her face approach mine, as if in slow-motion, before she was suddenly yanked in the opposite direction.

Clutching onto her other shoulder was another large Lupiad, gray and white. His sharp fangs were bared and his chest rumbled a heavy growl.

It was then that I realized that I was not an alpha wolf or a top dog. I was a skinny computer technician and most importantly, I was a Human surrounded by wolves and lions. Physically, I had a lot to compensate for.

I stared back at the Lupiad's amber eyes, probably letting my fear escape my face, let alone what my scent might be saying that I could not comprehend. To my surprise, his lips covered up his teeth and he took a few good sniffs.

“Sorry," he spoke with mumbled Regulian, “I didn't know."

Not realizing how to respond to that, I let the slave's shoulder slip out of my grip and with that, the Lupiad snatched her up and left.

What the hell? What the hell!? Nate, what the hell are you doing!? You're not an alpha wolf, you're not...Nate, you need to...I need to...I need…

“I need a drink," I muttered, staring at a wooden bar staffed by two Vulpeculans with steel collars, “That'll help."

I took a seat on a stool and waved for one of the bartenders. A black-furred one came over and nodded.

“Scotch."

He stared back in silence.

“Whisky."

He shook his head and replied in broken English, “No whisky."

There was a bottle of it, or at least some other brown liquid on the shelf behind him. I replied back in Regulian, “It's right there, behind you. Whisky."

A strong, authoritarian to my left said a single word in Regulian that I did not understand and the Vulpeculan nodded and grabbed the bottle, poured it into a glass, and placed it in front of me.

“Thanks."

“It's not whisky, not the same. It's from Ursa; very strong. Even more strong than your Human liquor."

“Here's to freedom," I said, not looking at the source of the voice. All I could tell was that he was Lupiad or Sirian based on the voice. Lifting the glass to my mouth, I immediately felt fire shoot through my nostrils as I sniffed the contents. He was not joking. The liquid nearly burnt my taste-buds right off when I sipped it.

“You seem nervous tonight. You're having trouble, aren't you?"

Irritated and already a little tipsy even after one sip, thanks to the high grade, I snapped and turned, “That's none of your fu..."

I paused as soon as I caught sight of the head of a white wolf with a wicked smile on his muzzle staring back at me. The blue robes and the golden breast-plate completed the picture. I should have recognized the voice, I shouldn't have been so stupid.

“Your Grace!" I exclaimed, placing my glass on the bar and lowering my head, “I apologize!"

The Duke laughed heavily, “You're not grovelling enough, Human," with my face down, I couldn't help but notice him wiggle his clawed toes, “Not bowing and scraping? Not kissing my feet for forgiveness?"

I pushed myself off the stool and began lowering myself, only stopping when a padded hand caught me by the chin and raised my head. I was mere inches away from the mouth of my continents sovereign.

“I was joking, Human. Call me Horith, I will call you Nate, and we will greet each other as equals."

Catching the social cue, I leaned forward, pressing my face against his neck and he did the same to me. I breathed in, he smelt much the same as Argus, as far as I could tell, heavy and musky. Not lingering, I pulled away, facing him once again.

“Your...Horith," I spoke nervously, taking my seat back on the stool and sipping at my drink. I didn't even feel the burn this time, “How did you know my name?"

Snorting, he lifted a glass to his lips, the contents looked like red wine but at this party, all bets were off, “Argus told me about his Human guest and you have his scent. There are also not many Humans here, in case you have not noticed," he sighed and I could not help but notice from the corner of my eye that his gaze lingered on me as he did, “We should change that. I like Humans very much."

“I like Humans too."

“Of course, of course," he tapped a claw on the bar counter, “Argus mentioned you have a business, one with computers, is that correct?"

“Ah, uh, yes," I groped into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. Fingers shaking, I tried to pull out a single business card but ended up yanking the whole desk out and spilling them all over the floor.

The Duke clapped his hands together and in seconds a pair of iron-collared slaves began sweeping up the mess.

“You seem very nervous, Nate. Is something wrong?"

“I'm not sure if I should say anything."

“You had Litho's scent as well, stronger than Argus's. Has he challenge you to a game?"

I nodded.

“I presume you're the prize, then?"

I nodded.

“And the terms?"

“He, uh," I cleared my throat and adjusted the collar of my shirt, “He challenged me to have sex with a slave at the party. Just one."

“And you haven't, naturally."

“Naturally?" I said, slightly offended at his matter-of-fact tone.

“What? You don't know?"

“What do you mean?"

“Human, right," he nodded, tapping the tip of his nose with a single claw, “You reek. You've got both Argus's and Litho's scent all over your face and it is not a platonic scent. They've marked you for theirs."

I paled. I suspected that there might have been something more to the rubbing but I didn't have any idea just how deep it could be.

“The slaves are terrified of you and for good reason. Argus lets his slaves and lovers a certain degree of freedom, if you had just his, it wouldn't be a problem; but Litho, that is a different story. He does not let anyone enjoy his property and as a Prince, none would cross him."

“No...no..." I muttered, fear welling up in my chest. He knew the game was rigged from the start, that's the only reason he did this. There was nothing I could do, he won.

“Are you giving up?"

“I can't do anything..."

“He's played this game before but he doesn't always win," Horith took a gulp of his drink, “Granted, most of his other competitors had a decent sense of smell, but you know about it now and there's still ways to win."

“Please! Help me. You can order a slave to..."

“No, no, no. That would be too direct, the Prince would be upset," he smiled, rubbing at his whiskers, “I can help in an indirect way. Right now."

“How?"

His hand brushed the side of my face.

“I'm not…!"

“Really now?" he giggled, pressing his thick nose against mine, “What would you prefer? A moment with me or a lifetime with Litho?"

The answer was obvious but neither were appealing.

“I know you don't have much time. I just want to have some time to put my scent on you. Then you can go find a slave to enjoy yourself with; they won't shy away from you then."

I couldn't say anything.

“I suppose you could also find Argus as well, if you'd prefer someone you're more familiar with..."

“I'm not..."

“...but who can say where he is right now? Me? I'm right here, Nate."

Without waiting for an answer, his long tongue slipped out from his teeth and slurped at my lips. He pressed his own against mine, sneaking his tongue in and kissing. I didn't stop him. I couldn't.

He pulled back, allowing me a moment to breath.

“Your Grace, please..."

“Mmm," he rubbed his nose against my lip, dragging it across my cheek and ending with a long lick on my neck, “Aren't you enjoying this?"

“No..."

The thick fur of his neck rustled against mine. Shivers shot down my spine and way down there…

“Are you sure?" he ran a claw against the crotch of my trousers, a wave of arousal hitting me as it traced my hard cock.

Blushing, I shook my head. It wasn't like that, I was straight, but there was something to him, maybe it was the power or the charisma, but I couldn't help getting an erection.

“Seems like you're enjoying it," he whispered, giving me a gentle poke with the muzzle across the cheek, “You're hard, aren't you?"

“Yes, but..."

There was a wet slap against my cheek and his tongue ran back to my lips; once against he was kissing me and rubbing his nose against mine. I groaned as my cock pressed against my underwear.

He grabbed the back of my head and slid his cheek to the other side of my face, kissing and licking with rapid lust. Even now, despite being Human, I could smell his arousal, it wafted in the air like a cloud.

Suddenly he broke away and slammed a fist on the bar.

“Slave! Smell this Human!"

The black Vulpeculan bartender leaned across the counter, face first. The Duke pushed me towards him and his small, fox-like nose gently sniffed at my cheek.

“Who do you smell? Answer honestly."

The slave retracted and bowed his head, “You, Master."

“Anyone else?"

“Your scent is by far the heaviest. I can't tell whose the others are, Master."

Smiling, the Duke turned back to me and rested his palm on my crotch, gently rubbing at it and coaxing it to become harder, which I hate to admit, but it was.

“Well, Nate, you can always trust a Lupiad, Sirian, or a Vulpeculan's nose. I think you're almost...wait..."

He leaned forward and caught my lips in his once more, his hand grabbing at my cock between the fabric and stroking it until it was fully erect. With one final lick, he pulled away and slapped me on the shoulder.

“You're ready now, go get 'em."

I got up from the bar, leaving my drink behind (I did not need whisky-dick right now.) and left as quickly as I could without making the situation even more awkward than it was.

That experience was interesting, to say the least. Even now, as I write, I can't really begin to explain my feelings. Part of me thinks it was more than just the power, perhaps, just perhaps, there was some traits of the Duke that I found attractive despite being straight. He was, objectively, very handsome.

I pushed those thoughts away. This was no time to be confused, I had to find a slave right away. Time was running out and I had very little reason to believe Litho would not cliam his prize early.

Almost immediately, I saw a red Vulpeculan with a white belly and cheeks, looking very much like a typical red fox on Earth. She was sitting at a table, alone, looking almost like a guest rather than a slave, but the gold collar betrayed her.

Seizing the opportunity, I snuck up behind her and ran my hands across her bare chest, grazing one of her hidden rows of nipples and causing her to shudder and turn, staring up at me with confused, amber eyes.

“Sorry," I apologize out of instinct, “That wasn't very appropriate."

“Human," she said, twitching her small, black nose as she inspected me, “Human."

“Uh, yes."

“Hm," she muttered, looking away casually. I felt defeated once more and began to turn away when she suddenly grabbed the crotch of my pants and felt it up. Her mouth opened in shock, revealing her long, needle-like fangs, “It's true! It's true!"

“Hey! You can't just grab people like that!"

“Oh?" she looked at me, tilting her head innocently, a wry smile forming on her black lips, “But you grabbed my chest."

“Well, you're...well..." I pulled at my shirt's collar nervously.

“A slave?" she stood up from her chair. Looking up at me, for she was a few inches shorter, she winked, “Some masters like a brief moment of power from their slaves. Especially the nervous ones. Besides, I wanted to see if it was true."

“True?"

“The natives of this planet have exposed cocks. All the time. You don't have a sheathe, do you?"

“Why don't I take you to my room and show you?"

“Are you asking?"

“Well, if you..."

“Don't ask. Take. That's what I'm here for."

“I'm not really..."

“Come on, Human," she leaned in, pressing her nose against my chin, “Grab me by the scruff and take me back to your room and fuck me. I'm your slave for the night. Make it last."

I took a handful of fur on the back of her neck in my palm, causing her to moan with pleasure.

“Now you're taking charge, Hu..."

Pressing my lips against hers, I cut her off. Part of me hated this, but a bigger part of me enjoyed having the power. It didn't hurt that she looked damn good for an alien. Just for tonight, I told myself, I could go back to normal tomorrow.

Taking a cue from the Duke, I licked at her mouth after pulling again. A few stray hairs clung to my tongue but she seemed to enjoy it, if her smile meant anything when she was in her position.

I called to an iron-collared slave and told him my name. He told me how to get to my room and I pulled the Vulpeculan with me down the corridor.

After passing a few rooms, I decided to make conversation.

“You haven't told me your name."

“You haven't ordered me to tell you."

“Isn't asking enough?"

She giggled, shaking her head.

“I order you to tell me your name, slave" I said with mock authority. I hoped that she caught the insincerity of it."

Her name rolled off her tongue, “Rit."

“Lovely name."

We got to a door and I realized there was an immediate problem. The slave told me the room number in Regulian and unfortunately, for those not native speakers of it, there can be confusion for the numbers four and eight, which are “Ral" and “Raal" respectively. My Regulian was not that good and my room was either 204 or 208 and I stood outside 204.

In a rare moment of not caring, I swung the door open casually and immediately froze in shock.

Inside I saw a huge horse, with an equally huge member jammed into the pussy of a Lupiad noblewoman. She turned to me and motioned with her hand to join them.

I slammed the door shut.

Looking at Rit, she was suppressing a giggle. I would later learn that there are, in fact, aliens that are horse-like in the universe, but they were not nearly as common as the felinoid and caninoid ones that were omni-present. As a result, my face looked as frightened as a someone encountering a woman doing something inappropriate in a stable.

“Hey, shut up!"

She kept on chuckling, breaking her laughter to ask, “Are you ordering me?"

Shaking my head, I said, “No."

She continued giggling.

Eventually we found our way to room 208. Hopefully there would not be any nasty surprises here, or worse, a Regulian Prince lying in wait.

I flung the door open and dragged the slave girl inside. There was no one here except us. I pushed her lightly onto the burgundy satin-covered bed. She crawled back, pretending to be afraid, but her smile betrayed that she was actually enjoying this, or very good at acting.

Clumbing on the bed, I got atop her, undoing the straps of her loincloth and pulling it off, revealing the gentle, pink of her pussy in the middle of a jungle of white, silky fur. I stuck a finger inside, searching for her clit.

“You're still dressed."

I looked down and she was right, I still had a full suit on.

Standing up, I apologized and began taking off my tie.

“A slave undresses her master," she said, taking her place in front of me and clutching the knot of my tie. She stared up at me with an innocent gaze and I couldn't help but feel there was something more to this. The moment, the silence was just too perfect. Finally, she spoke, “How do I undo this?"

“Oh," I muttered, taking her hands and showing her how to loosen the tie, “Like this."

It loosened and she lifted it from my neck. The jacket came off easily, as did the shirt. She took a moment to admire my chest, running her leathery palm down my chest before unzipping my pants and lowering them, along with my underwear.

“Oh!" she exclaimed in surprise as my cock was exposed, fully erect, “It's rounder than I expected!"

“What did you expect?"

“I don't know! I've only heard about Human cocks!" She flicked it with a finger, causing it to go down and bounce back up, “Wow!"

“Are you going to just play with it all night?"

She looked up at me with confusion.

“I guess that was a dumb question," I growled and hugged her close to me, letting the tip of my penis brush against her furry stomach. The hairs bristled against my head, tickling it and creating a sensation hard to describe but certainly pleasurable. Her tail wrapped around my back, and I grabbed the white tip of it with my hand.

“Got your tail!"

“Oh no," she jokingly whimpered, turning around and placing her hands on the golden footrest of the bed. She looked back at me with a knowing smile. “Please, let me go. I'll do anything!"

“Anything?"

“Anything, Master," that last word sent shivers down my spine. It felt wrong, but it felt so good.

Lifting her tail, I exposed her rear and her pussy once more. This was the first alien I would have sex with and at that time, I presumed it'd be the only, so I opted for the traditional entry-point.

My cock slipped in with some resistance. It was tighter than a Human pussy, the insides of it were like a snake constricting its prey, I nearly came just getting the thing in the whole way.

“Don't stop!"

I didn't. I kept thrusting, pounding her from behind as she wailed in pleasure while her pussy embraced my cock as if it were a reunited lover.

“Fuck!" I shouted as the heat started to build up in my cock.

She tilted her head back at me, a single eye wistfully glancing at me. Her tongue lolled out, wiggling as she panted heavily.

“Grab me by the collar," she gasped.

“Hm?"

“Do it!"

Without any further questioning, I moved my spare hand from her shoulder and wrapped my fingers around her golden collar and lightly pulled back. She tiltled her head upwards with a long gasp.

“Let me..." I paused, grunting, “know if it's too..."

“Don't stop! Please!"

The tension in my cock built up, reaching its peak. Shuddering, my seed spurted into her pussy, the occasional strand leaking out onto my shaft. Fatigue set in and I gave her a few short thrusts before halting.

“Holy shit," I gasped, yanking my cock out and spilling semen onto the hardwood floor. It had been awhile, a long time. Char was the last one and since then, I'd been focusing on my lucrative career. I didn't know whether it was the alien or just the fact that it was the first orgasm I had with someone in ages, but I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulder. One that I had been bearing for a long time.

This also had the side-effect of making me feel exhausted and stumbled away from Rit, collapsing back onto the bed and closing my eyes.

Not long after, I felt something wet wrap itself on my penis. Lazily, I opened my eyes and looked to find her atop the bed, leaning over my waist and licking my shaft clean.

“Thanks..." I muttered groggily.

“No thanks, Master," she whispered before giving me a long lick from shaft to head, “You taste amazing."

“Thanks..."

With a giggle, she crawled on all fours closer to me, wagging her tail from side to side as she did before collapsing on top of my chest and, embracing me with her arms, nuzzled her nose against my cheek.

I was safe now. I won the bet with Litho. I was the Alpha, the Top-Dog, the Master. I still felt guilty about this, taking her like this, even if she seemed like she enjoyed it. That was her life, her job, she probably knew how to make herself seem eager for the guest's comfort.

There was no point in feeling guilty. I had the choice to make and I made it and I enjoyed it, I could not deny it. I wanted to take her with me, have her sleep against me like this every night. Hell, I even thought, for a second, about asking the Duke for a price on her, but there was no way I could afford it and even less likely the Duke would name a price for someone that beautiful, even if he had hundreds like her.

Closing my eyes, I sought out to enjoy myself while the moment lasted. Her soft breathing, the wistful sights, and her little twitches she made while she slept. I took in all of this, for I knew it would not last. I would have to get up and go back to the party soon, to settle the bet, and to make connections. No doubt I'd have to thank the Duke as well and no doubt I'd have to return his favor somehow and chances are it would not be something enjoyable

But for now, I'd sleep.