FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Mel, a young male fox, was eating breakfast with his family, the morning before he was to head back to college. They were making small talk--his father was asking if he was excited for his second semester of college, and so on--when the television caught their attention.

"They call it 'Fox Finder'. Is it the new grindr? A controversial new app connects young male foxes, with other men who want to have sex with them."

Mel blushed and looked down at his food, while his parents went silent. They all were listening to the television. On the screen was the image of an app icon, a fox head with a slutty expression, tongue hanging out.

"Some parents are concerned about their son's use of this app, which seems to be gaining popularity in colleges all over the country."

Mel's mother looked over at him with a questioning look. Mel toyed with his food.

On the TV, a vixen reporter was sitting and shooting an accusatory glance at someone off screen. "Don't you think that you app is promoting a very promiscuous and unhealthy lifestyle?" she asked.

"Of course not!" replied the subject of her accusatory question and glance, now visible. The subject was a very suave-looking fox, wearing a red velvet smoking jacket and holding a pipe. Behind him was a fireplace, roaring with life. "We merely wish to enable foxes to act as is natural for them, in the most efficient manner. I expect that this app will be a roaring success, since as we all know, no matter how straight they think they are, all foxes can't ever resist the idea of being dominated, being plowed from the back while simultaneously sucking and gagging on a huge ..." and then there was a harried-looking reporter, apologizing profusely for what the audience just heard.

His mother was looking at him searchingly, asking him questions like "have you used this app?" and "can you believe this?". Mel professed ignorance, which was the truth. He had not heard of this app. Though, now he has.

Mel noticed that his father was silent, and seemed to be hiding a blush of his own. "You know, it's stuff like this that makes everyone think that you're all sluts" his mother complained. Then an awkward silence permeated the room as everyone finished their breakfast.

On the way to the airport, his mother demanded that he stay away from apps like this, and Mel promised that he would. When they arrived at the terminal, they hugged him goodbye, and drove off.

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Once he was in his dorm room, Mel sat on the edge of his bed and downloaded the app that he promised his mother to never download. The app store said that the app had under 500 downloads, and had a few scattered star ratings, but no reviews. How could this app be so notorious? (What Mel didn't realize was that this data was a day late, and the app had had a burst of activity following the news story on national television.)

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a knock on his partially-opened door. Quickly hiding his phone against his chest, Mel looked up to see a older stag leaning in through his doorway. "Hey Mel, welcome back! Did you have a good break?" the stag was saying. They exchanged a few friendly words, before the stag reminded him that he was holding a floor meeting that evening, and departed, pulling Mel's door back to it's original position.

Mel looked back towards his phone, where the slutty-looking fox stared right back at him from the homescreen. Below was the app name that had been running through his head, the last 'e' removed, as was fashionable in app names these days. Driven by curiosity, he tapped it.

Welcome! Are you a Fox or a Fox-Finder?

Mel giggled a little, and clicked "Fox".

Choose a username:

Mel thought a while for a good username, not wanting to use his normal one. With a chuckle, he typed in:

Choose a username: HornyFoxSlut69

Upon submitting though, a message written in red appeared: That username is already taken.

Mel snorted in disbelief. Ok... how about a real one then. He thought for a while. Something relating to League of Legends maybe? Or about his love of chess? After a few moments, he shrugged, merely changing the 69 to 68 and clicked submit.

Describe yourself:

Below was a large textbox. Mel leaned back and typed some stuff about his favorite heroes in LoL, his 3rd place win in a recent chess tournament, the fact that he likes to swim.

For the next 15 minutes, Mel answered question after question, stuff like his favorite movies, music, and so on. He was having fun, answering silly questions like those you get in dumb Buzzfeed personality quizzes. After submitting his answer to the question "What is your favorite month?", the app froze. A few seconds later, his camera was up, in selfie mode. At the top of the screen was:

Take a picture of: Face

Mel leaned back and took a picture, his smile relaxed and natural. This isn't so bad, is it? It seemed innocent to him. He submitted the picture, the app again froze, and the camera returned.

Take a picture of: Sheath

A shiver went down his spine. As he stared at those words, he could feel his heart beat faster.

He placed the phone on his bed and pulled down his shorts, revealing his boxers. Then he pulled those down too, revealing his sheath and balls. With shaking paws, he picked back up the phone and snapped a picture of his junk.

Take a picture of: Penis (erect)

He felt a flutter in his heart. He put his phone back down and started trying to coax his dick out of his sheath. But he was too nervous. So he laid down on his bed, his eyes closed, and fantasized while he rubbed his sheath. His mind racing, he started imagining what would happen once he was finished making his profile. Probably promiscuous sex with strangers. His tongue rolled out of his muzzle as he imagined the potential hookups.

He wondered if there was something true in what that man said about the natural urges of foxes. Mel always considered himself a bit of a lady's man, and even liked to be pretty dominant with them in bed. The idea that deep down, he wanted to be submissive and let a man have his way with him, seemed crazy. And yet...

Mel recalled that one awkward moment just a month ago, right before everyone left for the winter break. He was playing Super Smash Bros with his two roommates and his friend Dan, an athletic leopard from down the hall. Everyone was eliminated from the game except for Mel and Dan, and after a few highly intense minutes, Mel finally found himself defeated by what he considered to be a super underhanded trick.

Outraged, Mel practically pounced onto Dan, wrestling him to the ground. After a few moments of struggling, Dan gained the upper hand and was on top of Mel, straddling him and pinning him to the ground and wrapping his arms around him. Their faces were only a few inches apart, yelling obscenities at each other. Mel still had strength in him to continue the fight, to squirm out beneath his grasp. Something else happened instead. All of his muscles, which were tense with exertion, suddenly relaxed and went soft in Dan's grasp. And even more embarrassing, he let out a soft, high-pitched whimper.

It took a second for Dan to realize what had occurred, the fox supple and submissive in his arms, enough time for Mel's face to grow red. Dan's intense, angry glare turned into a satisfied smirk that said "I have bested you". But there was something else behind the smirk, and he lingered for just a moment, just enough for Mel to take in Dan's muscled arms that were wrapped tightly around him, and his masculine smell. And then the moment was over, and Dan had returned to the others, leaving Mel lying on the floor.

The next day, when they hugged after saying their goodbyes, Dan seemed to hold Mel as if he owned him, and Mel once again felt the urge to relax submissively in his arms.

With a jolt, Mel realized he was close to cumming. His paws were wrapped around his fully-erect cock, slick with precum, which was running down the back of his paws, wetting the fur. With sticky fingers he picked back up the phone, and snapped a picture of his cock, which he grasped with his other paw. The app froze while the picture was being uploaded, and then once again the camera came up.

Take a picture of: Tailhole

Mel took a deep breath. He got on his hands and knees, and reached back with the phone, ready to take a picture. He hesitated for a moment, but then reached back with his other paw to spread his cheeks out, allowing his phone a clear view of his asshole. With a tap, the picture was taken, but only after he had taken it, he realized he didn't check that his face was not in the shot. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Take a picture of: Whole body (no clothes)

Shit.

Having second thoughts, Mel walked over to their full-body mirror. He studied his slender body, his erect cock, which was shining slightly from the sunlight reflecting off his precum. His face was red from blushing, and his ears were pulled back shyly.

Making a decision, he took a picture of his reflection, but without his face in the frame. This should give me a little bit of anonymity, thought Mel. The phone hung for a few seconds, and a message popped up that made him groan:

A face was not detected. Please take again.

Mel was starting to have doubts. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this, he thought. This seems a little too much. Who is going to see these pictures? But he was horny, and he remembered that the app had less than 500 downloads. He let his tongue hang out, attempting to mimick the app's logo, an effect which was ruined somewhat by the shy look on his face, and snapped a picture.

The camera disappeared, and he was presented with a gallery of the pictures he just took (Mel groaning with the realization that his face was indeed in frame next to his spread asscheeks), along with the message:

Thanks for taking those pictures1! You sure are cute!

Wait, what is that superscript? Mel clicked the '1' and read:

1. We reserve the right to use your photos in any way, including publishing on the web and in print, and advertising or promotional materials.

Mel gasped. Oh god what have I done? Feeling himself start to panic, Mel searched for some way to remove the images he just uploaded. But the only option was to click "Next", which he clicked with trepidation.

You're on your way to having fun! Just a few more things...

Behind the text were videos of foxes being fucked by other men: a wolf, a goat, a bull. Despite the horror that was still coursing through his veins, Mel felt his cock twitch as he watched them, imagining himself as one of those foxes. He clicked next.

You are offering Oral: Yes Anal: Yes ?

Each one could be toggled on or off. He could feel his heart beat as he decided to keep them both on.

You like him to cum: on face, on chest, on ass, inside mouth, inside ass, or anywhere he wants?

He felt his face get red again. He wasn't sure which to choose, so he decided to select: anywhere he wants.

Choose a safeword: (keep blank)

Jesus what even is this app? Mel thought. And the words "keep blank" made him even more uncomfortable. Isn't it kind of irresponsible to allow that? The app just kept appearing shadier and shadier. For a moment Mel felt the urge to click "Next", giving himself fully into the journey the app was leading him without any climbing ropes. But the moment passed, and Mel typed in "ice cream".

The next screen asked him to grant the app permission to see his exact location. With a fatalistic shrug, Mel clicked "Accept".

The app showed a loading screen for about 10 seconds, then displayed a map of the surrounding university and town. The map was fixed on his location, and could not be navigated to anywhere else. The interface was extremely simple. At the bottom was a button that said "Enable Beacon". At the top were the buttons "Edit my profile" and "View local foxes". Mel clicked the latter. The app displayed a list, populated with only two foxes. He clicked the top one. The profile had the name "Fox #254" (Real imaginative, Mel thought). Below were the familiar face, sheath, penis, asshole, and full body shots, though the subject was not familiar to him. Mel expanded the full body one, which showed a lithe college-age body much like his own. The subject's face showed much the same uncertainty that Mel had likely shown in his. Mel collapsed the image and looked at the rest of the profile. But all he saw was: Safeword: Marzipan, the number 384, and the button Request Location.

Realizing that the number 384 was a button, Mel clicked it, which opened a gallery. Each picture showed the same subject, but each time with a different man. In each picture, the subject's face and nude body were visible, though usually all that was visible of his parters were their cocks, which were going in his mouth, his ass, or jizzing on him. As Mel scrolled through the photos, which seemed to never end, the subject would get messier and messier as time went along, always in the same location, until he was clean again, this time in a new location, and the cycle continued. God, what a slut, Mel thought, when he realized what the number stood for. As he scrolled further, he couldn't see any of the earlier concern or uncertainty on the subject's face. Only desire. And submission.

Mel wondered if Fox #254 was proud that his "fucked-by" number was larger than his id number.

Mel was really starting to get aroused. His cock was leaking precum all over his bedsheets, and he was not even thinking about the possibility of his roommates walking in on him. He clicked "Go Back" and chose the second subject. The name was "Fox #824", the safeword was "Ice cream" and the number was 0. The pictures also looked familiar. Then with a start he realized it was himself. Below, where the "Request Location" button should be located, were the words:

Auto-Accept: Enabled

The sight gave him a jolt of adrenaline, until he clicked it and it said

Auto-Accept: Disabled

This app is going to give me a heart attack. Mel was wondering if he regretted installing the app. He went back to the map view and got lost in thought, when suddenly:

Somebody has requested your: Mouth. Accept?

After a moment of deep breathing exercises, Mel looked closely at the message. Is there any way to see who this is? He couldn't see any way to. He dug through his desk and pulled out his older phone, downloaded FoxFindr, and launched it. Except this time, he chose Fox-Finder instead of Fox. Then, immediately, he saw the list of foxes, containing both Fox #254 and himself.

They don't even have to register before seeing me, Mel thought with disbelief, feeling his face get red once again. As he looked down at the picture of him spreading his asscheeks for the camera, his blushing face in the bottom-left corner, he realized this was by far the sluttiest thing he had ever done.

He returned to his newer phone, and fixed his eyes on that message. He saw himself bring his right paw up to the screen, hovering above the button marked "yes". What am I getting into? he thought. His stomach was tying itself into knots. Then he made a decision, steeled himself, and saw the message disappear.

He looked down at the phone in confusion. The message was gone. I must have taken too long, and it timed out. Relief flooded through his body at the realization, no longer being confronted by that decision. But followed by that was a wave of regret. What did I just miss out on? Next time, I will click accept. So for a tense five minutes, he sat there, waiting for something to happen. But there was nothing.

It's a dumb app anyway, he thought. He was calm now. His dick had receded back into his sheath, and he felt a bit silly. His stomach rumbled, and he realized that he hadn't eaten in hours. Sighing, he got up and pulled back on his clothes. I think I'll make dinner myself, and get my mind off of this. He had other things to worry about, like class, which was starting up again the following day.

It was a cold, snowy winter day, so he put on his winter coat, wrapped a scarf around his neck, and set out for the grocery store.

****************

He was browsing one of the aisles, trying to decide what to buy, when his phone vibrated. He took it out of his pocket and unlocked it automatically, expecting a text message.

Somebody has requested you: Mouth. Accept?

He immediately clicked "Yes" before he had any second thoughts.

He felt adrenaline fill his body. Oh shit shit shit I did it didn't I? I clicked the button. He tried to hold his phone still, to read what the app was saying. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He took a few deep breaths until his paws were steady enough to read:

Your match is 10 feet away.

And then

Your match is 5 feet away.

Before he had time to react, a figure entered the aisle, phone in hand. A black panther, wearing a pair of tight-fitting black jeans and a plaid button down, a winter coat draped over his arm. His face brightened when he saw Mel, and approached with a smile. "Helloooo there", the panther said, his voice deep and friendly. When he reached Mel, he wrapped an arm around him, and Mel felt his body instantly go soft in the panther's embrace. The panther put his nose into Mel's head fur and sniffed deeply, then let it out with an "aaah".

Then the panther held his phone up for Mel to see. "Is this you?". On the screen was the full-body pic of Mel, grasping his cock, tongue hanging out. Mel nodded quickly. The panther leaned in. "Do you want to suck my cock?". His voice was low and smooth. "Yes" replied Mel, his voice almost at a squeak. The panther grinned, showing his teeth. "It says here that I can cum anywhere I want. Do you want to swallow my cum?". Mel was shaking slightly, so when he responded, his voice was at an even higher pitched, and had a vibrato quality to it. "Yes".

The panther's paw caressed one of Mel's ears. "Well let's go find somewhere a little more private, as much as I love audiences...". Mel could see out of the corner of his eye at least two other customers watching them.

Spotting a door marked "Employees Only", the panther lead them through together, the panther's arm wrapped around Mel. It opened up into a hallway, crowded with boxes, which lead forward into what appeared to be some offices and a storage area. Once they were through, the panther gently pressed Mel against a wall. He held Mel's paw and lead it down to his growing bulge.

Mel felt the panther's cock, squeezing it through the cloth, and sensed it twitch in response. The panther exhaled slowly, and rested his paws on Mel's shoulders, squeezing slightly, then slowly pushing him to his knees. Mel leaned in, pressing his nose against the panther's crotch, smelling his masculine musk and feeling the panther harden against his chin.

"Fuck", the panther exhaled, then he reached down to undo his jeans. Mel was looking forward to taking the panther into his mouth, his first experience on this end of a blowjob. But felt a sudden pang of paranoia, looking around at their surroundings, then back up at the panther, who was looking around as well.

"Ok, let's find somewhere a little more private," the panther whispered, helping Mel back to his feet. He pointed at a pair of double doors, which they pushed through.

Then they were out in the cold. It was the loading dock out by the back of the store. They were up on a concrete platform, a roof above them collecting snow. Below was a paved area which circled the grocery store. In the distance, a street bustled with activity. A truck was backed up to the dock, but appeared empty.

Shivering, the panther separated from Mel, and made to put on his coat. "Well, it's all yours..." he said, looking down at his bulge. As the panther was zipping up his coat, Mel got on his knees and unbuckled the panther's fly. His paws were trembling a little, and ended up pulling open the jeans rather roughly, disengaging all of the buttons at once. He was expecting the panther to be wearing underwear, so he was surprised when the panther's cock fell out his jeans and slapped Mel on the nose. The panther gave a good-natured chuckle.

As he took the panther in his mouth, he didn't feel any of the trepidation he would have expected to feel. It just felt natural. It fit neatly in the fox's mouth, between his lips, and his tongue was automatically searching around and exploring the entire surface of the panther's dick. The taste and smell were intoxicating to the fox, and as he pleasured the panther, he felt his mind grow cloudy, until he was acting on instinct alone.

Mel discovered that the panther was sensitive right under the cockhead, which he exploited, eliciting soft gasps. Then he leaned forward and took the cock deeper into his mouth until the sensitive tip was pushing into his throat. Mel was rewarded with a low moan and a whispered expletive. Swallowing, Mel took the panther even deeper, but the panther lost his composure slightly, flexing in Mel's inexperienced throat and pulling out slightly.

Choking a little, Mel pulled off, and caught his breath as he stroked the panther off, his paws growing damp with saliva. The fresh air cleared his mind a bit, and Mel's eyes darted around, again taking in their surroundings with concern. Anyone could drive by, or even pull up to the loading dock to unload. And the far-away street didn't seem as far away as before, the pedestrians likely able to see two figures standing on the loading dock, one figure on his knees in front of the other, head at crotch level, and if they had particularly good eye-sight, they might even see the head bobbing back and forth...

The panther followed Mel's gaze. "Yeah, this maybe is a bit more exposed than I intended. Take your time though, it feels good." The panther placed a paw on the back of Mel's head, and pulling him back towards the cock. Mel closed his eyes and focused on the task.

Mel heard a soft vibration, and the panther was pulling out his phone. "The app wants me to snap a picture for your gallery," the panther said questioningly, reading something in his phone. Mel looked up, dick buried in his mouth, and there was a flash. "Damn that's hot", the panther exclaimed, looking at the picture, then snorted suddenly. "'Would you like to share this on Facebook?'. Damn, this app is nuts." Mel wondered if such a picture would even be allowed on Facebook, as the panther replaced his phone back in his pocket.

The sound of a slamming door and some raised voices broke Mel's concentration for a second. The panther's grip tightened, and his head twisted towards the sound. But the sounds weren't in their immediate area, and faded away quickly. Mel looked up an the panther with worry, but he merely shrugged and his grip relaxed again. "Don't worry... take your time," he said again, soothingly.

Something he did with his tongue, or maybe some way that he tightened his throat, caused the panther to gasp. "God you really seem to know your way around a cock." Mel smiled, as much as one could smile with a cock in their mouth. Mel took a deep breath and swallowed as he took the panther's cock to the base, digging his nose into pubic hair.

And then the panther was roughly holding him there, his claws digging into the back of his head, his body tense. Mel felt like gagging, and tried to relax his throat. Is he going to fuck my throat? Mel was thinking with fear, and possibly a little excitement.

But then he saw that the panther's eyes were wide open and he was holding up a finger to his lips. Then he heard the voices behind the double doors. The panther was slowly edging away, pulling Mel with him, Mel's head anchored to the panther's crotch. But the the doors didn't open, despite the voices continuing.

The panther shot a mischievous grin down at him. "This sure is an adventure, isn't it?", he whispered, relaxing his grip again. Mel was freaking out a bit, gripping the cock tightly in his paws and shoving it roughly in and out of his throat. "It's ok... slow down..." the panther said soothingly. "If they come out, they come out." That didn't really satisfy Mel too much, but he let the panther take charge.

"You know... I really want to cum on that face of yours." the panther whispered down at him, angling his face slightly to the door, as if he had any sort of idea what he would do if they opened. "But I think it would be a bit too cruel to make you walk home covered in cum." The door suddenly made a sound but didn't open. Someone was leaning on it from the other side. The panther turned back towards him. "Plus the cum would freeze to your face" he whispered, caressing Mel's muzzle. "I think instead I'll hold the tip of my cock above your tongue and let you taste and swallow it, instead of just cumming down your throat." Somehow focusing on the panther's words distracted Mel a bit, and he relaxed.

As Mel continued, his jaw started to feel sore, but a pleasant type of sore. Even though the fox's cock wasn't getting any attention in return, he really enjoyed giving up his throat for the panther's pleasure. He enjoyed discovering all of the different sounds he could elicit from panther. The fact that someone was giving him their undivided attention and entrusting him with one of their most sensitive organs.

Most of all, Mel enjoyed the sloppyness. As the blowjob progressed, there were more and more fluids in play, until they were dripping down off the panther's member onto the concrete, running down the balls and into the panther's pants, which he had since dropped to the ground around his ankles. Mel's muzzle was damp as well, saliva and precum escaping from his lips and soaking his chin, which was picked up by the panther's balls whenever he went in deep, mixing with the panther's sweat, which was picked back up by Mel's muzzle next time he dug his chin into them. The fur on Mel's muzzle had begun to harden in some areas where it started to freeze, until a fresh steam of warm saliva or precum caused it to thaw again.

The soreness in his jaw would fade with experience, Mel thought, surprising himself with the implicit assumption that he would be back for more.

The panther's cool, calm demeanor had been unmasked some time in the past few minutes, because now the panther was trembling, moaning in undignified ways, and swearing unintelligibly. Mel, on the other hand, was calm and in control, a fact with surprised himself. Mel was expecting to feel used and dominated, but instead found that the panther had turned to putty in his paws, or more accurately, his mouth.

Some time passed, along with the voices behind the door. "I'm getting close", the panther finally said through gritted teeth, his breath labored. Mel picked up the pace, and the panther was losing his composure a bit, thrusting his cock into Mel's throat involuntarily, causing him to gag, spraying spit onto the panther's thighs. When the panther's cock started to twitch, he pulled his cock out slightly so that his cockhead was resting on Mel's tongue.

But the panther's hips were bucking too uncontrollably, and the panther didn't plan for how overwhelmingly sensitive his cockhead would be against Mel's tongue. So as he started to cum, he involuntarily pulled away his cock, so Mel had to lean forward in order to keep his lips sealed around it. Mel's mouth begun to fill with the panther's cum, sucking on the tip. But another brush of his tongue against the head caused the panther to pull out briefly, causing a few ropes of cum land along the length of Mel's muzzle, and cum to drip out from his mouth, which slid down from his chin down his neck.

Mel was able to latch his muzzle around the cock again, feeling his mouth once again fill up with cum. He swallowed, feeling the thick substance slide down his throat. But by the time he finished his mouth was full again. Unable to keep up, cum escaped between his lips to drip down into a puddle on the concrete between them, as the fox swallowed again and again, until the panther's ejaculation slowed down to a dribble.

The fox licked the penis clean as it softened, taking it back into his mouth now and again, prompting contented sighs, until the panther was completely flaccid.

The panther seemed to sober up a bit as his orgasm subsided. The gaze he fixed on Mel was not as warm as it was before, though it wasn't unkind either. "Damn I guess that didn't go according to plan, did it?", he said sheepishly, looking over the damage he did to Mel's muzzle. Mel could feel the cum on his muzzle and neck start to crystallize, and the nearby fur start to harden as it froze. "Well, horny-me did promise not to send you home with cum on your face", said the panther wryly. He leaned towards Mel and held Mel's muzzle firmly in his paw. He opened his mouth and slowly lapped up the cum on Mel's muzzle, his tongue rough but soothing. Then he leaned further down and cleaned Mel's neck as well. Standing back up, he eyed Mel over and seemed satisfied. "You know I never tasted my own cum before," the panther mused as he buttoned up his fly. Mel was still on his knees, swallowing the remains of the cum, which tasted masculine and not unpleasant at all.

"The things I get into when I'm horny" said the panther, looking around at their surroundings with amazement. "You're a pretty cute fox though", he said, running his paw through Mel's headfur.

"Maybe I will see you again?".

Mel smiled.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

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Mel walked home with a spring in his step, and a sandwich in his hands, thinking about his experience. As they had reentered the store, Mel hoped the panther would wrap his arms around him like he did before, but the panther didn't seem interested any more. He was nice though, and bought him this sandwich before they departed.

Mel suddenly came to a stop. Does that make me...?

Then he laughed, and continued on.

From his pocket came a buzzing sound.