FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(Art: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/20965743/ )

Clara's phone blipped, and she picked it up from her bedside locker right away. It was the middle of the night, with only purple neon twinkling from bulbs and screens outside and no one else awake in the house. Wind blew through the skyscrapers all around with a metallic whoosh. The blond labrador was three hours into a conversation with her ex, an older gentleman canine.

"You have such an amazing body I can't get over it," the message read. "I'm glad I looked back at these pictures. Send me another one. It's almost enough. Just one more with the booty will do it."

She looked down at her body. There was no arousal afoot, that much was sure, yet the idea was enticing in another way.

He was the only person she'd ever sent nudes to. Of course, they'd been dating at the time, which is why it was strange he was asking for more now. But she trusted him, and she'd never trusted anyone else like this.

She set down her phone, turned on the light, and took off her pyjamas. Reaching back, she angled the phone as best she could to show her ass. It took a few attempts, but she got a good angle with a bit of sideboob. She sent it off.

"Damn!" came the response. "God, that is perfect. Oh it makes me want to strap you down again so bad."

Clara typed out a message. "I trust you an absurd amount to have sent those btw. You are the only person to have received nudes from me. Sleep tight with that knowledge. Feel like royalty, your majesty."

"I do, of course. I appreciate it so much, and appreciate even more that I didn't have to ask more than once. And I'd never show them to anyone, despite how proud I am and my desire to brag. Goodnight you sexy bitch."

*

Several and a half months after his eighteenth birthday party, several and a half miles north-east of the nearest town, Stan stood waiting for a bus. Most villages in this area were quiet, but Castleshannon was perpetually silent. He was always happy to head into town, just to have something to do.

In those months, nothing had happened. Once Alfie left the party, he never spoke of the incident. When he messaged Stan a few days later, he spoke as if it had never happened. Stan didn't know why, but he was scared to bring it up. It felt like he didn't have permission. So they carried on as they were, their repartee a bit strained but friendly. Alfie also kept on dating Brianna. Every day, Stan's little sister would make some happy passing remark about her boyfriend.

It was better this way. Stan was happy with Nicole, although she wasn't available to talk right now. She was, again, busy studying on a train journey.

The bus was late. He was bored, and wanted someone to talk to. He took out his phone, snapped a selfie, and sent it to his friend Clara.

Clara was good. She was the sister of a housemate who Stan bumped into and quickly hit it off with. The two of them had been talking ever since, though they lived too far away to meet up very often. She was short, and cut her hair short, and spoke with a lisp, and she was energetic in all her mannerisms.

It was true that Stan found her attractive. But, as was often the case with him, he never did anything about that because it didn't seem like a reasonable thing to want. She was a good deal older than him. She'd finished college a good while ago.

She responded: "lookin cute"

Then, "Can I tmi"

Stan was always eager for these small glimpses that Clara allowed into her more private life. He just had to be careful not to betray that enthusiasm. "Hmu," he typed.

"I took nudes and im ridiculously proud of them"

Stan laughed to himself. He wanted to say something to the effect of "great can I see," but that would definitely be betraying the unwritten rules of TMI, even as a joke. "Nice," he responded, then "happy 4 u. Were they just for you or someone else or the internet or what?"

"Someone else," came the reply. Then, "You're super non-judgey so I wanted to say. I was talking to a recent ex for hours. It somehow ended with him asking for photos."

Stan: "Is this the guy you told me about before?"

Clara: "Yes."

Stan: "Will you ever tell me who it is?"

Clara: "No. He lives abroad and I don't want people looking him up."

Stan: "Whatever. Fine. I think you should actually continue or actually discontinue that relationship, and totally cut contact if needs be. Do what you want but I think you should cut your losses by now."

Clara: "This was entirely a once-off."

Stan spent a minute or so searching for a narrows-eyes-suspiciously emoji. He didn't have one, so he compromised with a :/

Clara: "It started with me asking if we could actually fucking talk because I had a lot bothering me. Anyway, I will say this: I totally trust him with those photos."

Stan: "dude that is a low bar to set. anyway i'm not grilling you here bc honestly life isn't complete without a few low-consequence bad decisions made while horny"

The bus was pulling up at last. Stan boarded, paid the otter at the wheel, and took his seat. Clara had sent him another message.

Clara: "I wasn't horny. I don't know. I just didn't mind taking them and when I realised I didn't mind I wanted to"

Stan: "ahh right"

Clara: "And he was super respectful. I can send the screenshots with the photos cut out"

Again, Stan was tempted to say something lewd, like "I wouldn't want you to go to the bother of cutting them out, it'll be fine." But he went with "lmao sure"

Clara sent the screenshots, and Stan read their exchange. Honestly, whoever this guy was, he came off as creepy. Not disrespectful exactly, but imposing himself. It was such a strange and unhealthy request for him to make of an ex he had no apparent intention of getting back together with. Plus, he seemed vaguely tempted to brag about the nudes to people, and his remark about not having to ask more than once seemed almost threatening, as if he wouldn't have taken no for an answer.

The part that Stan ended up taking issue with was "Did he, without irony, use the word booty"

Then came Clara's next message.

"Do you want the picture of the booty? It is a good booty"

Stan stared at his phone, moderately stunned. This was the least flirtatious offer of a nude he'd ever heard. Was she flirting? Did she just not care about or, somehow, not understand the whole social context of showing someone your ass?

Also, he desperately wanted to see Clara's ass.

"Uh, sure!" he replied.

The seconds crawled by. Then the picture popped up, her ass filling the frame. Stan quickly turned down the brightness on his phone and shielded it from view with his hand. There was an elderly llama sitting behind him, but she seemed oblivious.

Clara was entirely naked, her torso twisting around elegantly. There was a huge curve from the back all away around her ass cheeks, the fur still lightly pressed in from her panties. Above, the side of her substantial breasts were visible, resting down against her frame. And obscured in shadow was her face, smiling in naughty satisfaction.

A message followed: "Definitely a butt"

"Thank you for trusting me with that!" Stan typed, then, with a moment of thought, typed "It sure is a nice butt." Then, "and body in general."

"Thanks :x"

A few minutes passed. Stan didn't bring up the picture again for fear of getting caught. Clara didn't send any further messages, and Stan didn't know how to advance. After some time, the bus arrived in town and pulled into the station.

Stan thanked the driver and disembarked. He knew that the bathrooms in the station were gross, but there was a theatre across the road. He'd worked there a few years previous and knew there was a bathroom on the third floor where he could take some time with the picture. He crossed the road hurriedly and entered the building.

Once inside, he was caught up in a flow of bodies. Animals in all shapes and sizes in various cheap Victorian costumes were milling about, apparently in preparation for an imminent show. Stan approached a huge boar in a suit, who stood by the staircase.

"Uh, hello," said Stan. "Can I go up?"

The boar crossed his arms, and the muscles shifted around each other like a series of SUVs parking. "What's your business?"

"Oh, I'm with the show," said Stan. "I'm late. Need to get my costume."

The boar nodded. Stan didn't dawdle.

On the third floor in a secluded corner was a small restroom. Stan looked around. All clear, with nobody suspicious of his presence. He entered and locked himself.

The room was reasonably fancy and comfortable. Stan quickly sat down, unbuckled his belt, and retrieved his phone to get the image. And there she was before him, her ass as thick and supple as he'd imagined. He gripped his cock, already hard, and started pumping his knot furiously. Years of longing he'd barely been aware of had built up to this.

A thought occurred to him. He pressed the nearby soap dispenser to squirt some gel on his paw, and rubbed it all over his knot. Improvised lube was always fun for him.

As he gripped his cock and stroked it swiftly, he felt the cold wetness on his shaft and imagined it was the wetness inside Clara. He imagined the feel of the inside of her ass, mounting her and pounding her, and all at once his cock spurted a great strand of come into the air and back down onto his paw. Then another, and another, as he threw his head back and moaned.

His phone blipped in his hand. He nearly sprained his wrist checking it.

It was Nicole.

"Some guy was flirting with me on the train, haha"

Stan wiped the come off his paw with a tissue and typed out, "Hah! So are you leaving me for him?"

Nicole: "Of course not. I love you, and there's no one else I'd rather be in love with."

Stan: "Feeling's mutual"

Nicole: "Auw!"

Stan: "I wasn't worried for a second, and I hope you'll never worry either. :)"