FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

It was two in the morning, Floof had no food in the house, and precious little money. Staring at her computer screen filling out applications was starting to rot her brain. If she didn't get a job soon...

Floof felt her stomach rumble. Realizing she wasn't going to get any work done hungry, she shambled to her fridge. Nothing. She knew that already, but with an empty wallet, it was worth checking.

She reached into her change jar and counted out three dollars in quarters and dimes, deciding she didn't need to spend more than half that, but packing extra just in case.

Looking in her mirror on instinct. Her shaggy fur was a wreck. Due to her heat, she had decided to spend the entire day locked in. Today had been the really bad day, the shower wasn't working. The face staring back at her was unrecognizably boyish and rough. Her former roommate had tricks for this, but the cat had moved out to live with her boyfriend weeks ago. Floof played at fixing her fur, but nothing got better. Her mutty Shih Tzu half demanded real grooming.

Annoyed, she grabbed a jacket and headed out. She looked at her car, realized she couldn't waste the gas, but also it was too late to be out on the streets, so she took the risk. The drive around the corner to the gas station would cost her much.

She stepped into the little gas station, the cashier daziedly nodding in her direction. She smiled, nervously at him before rushing over to the aisle with the microwavalbe meals. With her budget, the only thing that looked appealing was the bag of raman. At 69 cents, she could buy two.

She stepped up to the cashier, a batty little man who she'd seen a few times. He looked down at the raman, and over to the door. It rang open to a larger husky, with strong arms and a beer belly. Floof tried not to look at him as she completed her purchase.

"A dollar, forty nine," the cashier rasped before coughing.

Floof appologized before counting out change. She had four quarters and started on dimes when the huskey brushed up against her tail.

She yelped, scattering her change.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that," the huskey grinned showing his sharp cannines, "Tell you what, let me get that for you."

Floof shivered, trying to bring herself to turn him down, but her voice was coming. She looked up at the man, in his flanal shirt and trucker's cap, nearly too feet taller than her. She watched him sniff the air, the way boys do, and a sudden fear struck her over. He knew. He knew she was in heat, and though his face was kind and friendly, she knew he wanted her.

"Okay," she heard herself stammer out. She did need the money after all.

After buying a pack of smokes and putting credit on a gas pump, he paid for her raman. She meekly thanked him and went on her way.

As soon as she was out the door, she power walked to her car, pulling the door open and sliding in as quickly as possible. She locked the door and took a deep breath. She saw the man pumping gas into his pickup, and relaxed a bit. Something about him set her off.

She turned the ignition and set the car into reverse, before noticing the "Check Gauges" light was on. She panicked, looking over her dash to see if anything was wrong. It was such an alien task for her that she passed over it twice, but her tempatutre gauge was in the red.

"What does that mean?" She mouthed to herself.

Don't cars explode if they get too hot? Isn't there something that's supposed to stop that? What did she need to fix? How much would it cost? What would she have to sell to get the money?

She returned the gear to park and turned off the car. Looking at the raman sitting in her passenger seat, she felt her stomach rumble. She gave the raman the middle finger.

There was a thumping on her glass. Floof shrieked and saw the huskey with a concerned look on his face.

"Havin' car troubles?" He asked.

Floof's face felt hot, she wasn't sure what would happen if she drove like this, but she didn't want him to know she was in trouble. She didn't want him to take advantage of her. She looked at the man and judged his face. His big puppy eyes had to be honest.

"I think I'm hot," Floof stated.

The huskey laughed, "You sure are!"

Floof covered her muzzle in embarassment, "I mean, my car. It's hot." She tried for a technical sounding term, "I think I'm overheating."

The huskey continued to laugh for a minute before collecting himself. "Pop the hood for me?"

Floof took a moment to find the switch. Failing that, the huskey explained a few places it could be. Finally she found the lever under the dash and the hood came unlocked. The huskey disappeared behind it and whistled boisteriously at the smoke. Less than a minute later, he came back to the window.

"When's the last time you replaced the antifreeze?"

Floof studied the man to make sure he was serious, "But I'm running hot," she protested.

The man's face slowly shifted through several emotions. He laughed, then realizing it wasn't a joke his brow drew real tight, then he looked at her with a concerned grin, before laughing again less boisterously this time.

"Come around front," he motioned her forward, "I'll show ya what you need."

Floof considered for a second refusing. But with her hood up, she couldn't exactly drive away. Also, he was being really nice...

She stepped out of the car and met him in front, the light from the convenience store window wasn't enough, so the man had his flashlight out. He was pointing it at a cap that had been pulled off.

"Every 30,000 miles or so, ya need to fill this tank with coolant," he explained, "else yer engine'll explode."

He laughed and clapped her on shoulder. His touch sent electricity through her, for a moment. It returned when she looked up to make eye contact with him. He was sratching the back of his neck, thinking, probably undressing her with his eyes.

"Stuff's not expensive," He said cautiously, "but... uh... I can't help but think you ain't got the cash..."

Floof stopped hearing his words and just watched his mouth move. His teeth were so sharp, just right for biting necks of helpless...

"You alright?" the man asked.

Floof forced out a "yeah" though she wanted to run away.

"Well, if you don't mind," he continued, "I got some extra in my truck. I could fill you up."

Floof felt a burning in her loin. She had to keep it together.

"I'd appreciate that," she said.

The man motioned her to follow him to his truck, parked away from the gas station's lights. She knew he was leading her over with purpose, but she had no choice. She could run. Her knees weakened at that thought. He was so much bigger and stronger, that chasing her down would be easy.

"I like yer shirt," the man stated idlely, not even looking at her.

Floof suddenly realized her nipples were rubbing against the fabric, creating nice little bumbs for anyone to see. Her old beat up concert tshirt had holes showing her stomach fur, which she mostly still wore because the fabric felt nice.

"I used to play 'n a cover band fer..." the man turned to see Floof and his face twisted.

Floof shrieked as he grabbed her and twisted her to his truck. Her face pressed firmly to the driver side window, she felt warm breath on her neck. The larger man held her down tight as he whispered in her ear.

"I could tell what you wanted the moment I first saw you," his voice had twisted, his accent gone.

Floof struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. She tried to scream, but he grabbed her by the muzzle in one hand and pressed his chest into her back. His weight on her sent electricity through her body. She would never admit it, but he was right.

She moaned as he spanked her with his free hand. He laughed in his boisterious way, before sliding that hand around front to unbutton her jeans. He snaked in under her panties, and toyed with her clit.

"Scream as loud as you want," he taunted her, "No one's going to care in this neighborhood.

Floof felt his hand let off of her muzzle as he bent down to pull down her pants. She frantically looked around for help. Seeing the cashier, she telled for him. He had his phone out, filming them.

Floof tried to resist, started kicking with her now naked legs. But he picked her up and slammed her down on the hood of his truck. She felt a jaw over her neck, and realized that if she struggled, he could kill her in an instant. Floof surrendered.

There was a feeling on her wet sex, was it a finger? One of his hands was on each shoulder. She sighed.

"Please, don't..."

He took her in one solid thrust, his girth filling her completely. She screamed, in agony, but also in lust. She needed this, she needed him.

He pulled back for a second, letting her lust for more for what felt like an eternity, then he rammed back in. He didn't wait for again, ramming her with all his strength, fast and hard enough that the truck was thrashing about under her. He continued to pound her until she screamed out echoing into the night.

Several lights came on in the nearby appartments, with people looking for the source of the noise. She continued to scream as people watched her, several of them obviously enjoying the show.

She felt herself start to tighten, as her orgasm built. He rammed his knot in, and she cried one last time as they tied together. Warm seed filled what little was left of her. As they sat there tied, he whispered in her ear...

"What's wrong?"

Floof looked up at the man through tears. He was holding a bottle of water in one hand and the antifreeze in the other. She was still dressed, and the cashier was still mindlessly staring off in the distance.

Floof realized what had happened, and cried, "I'm in heat..."

The man laughed, "An' winter's cold."

His words were friendly and casual. She wanted to trust him.

"I'm sorry," Floof wiped at her tears, "I'm really stressed and hungry, and you never said your name."

"Oh!" the huskey's face twisted in embarassment, "Name's Vixen."

Her tears suddenly stopped, "Vixen?"

"Litter of eight," he scratched his head, "I's number four."

It took Floof a minute to understand, "That's terrible, what kind of would parents would do that?"

Vixen was taken aback, "well, what's yer name?"

They both had a laugh.

"Well, uh, Floof" Vixen walked her back to her car, "Think after I fix you up, I could buy you some real food."

Floof glanced at her passenger seat where the raman laid waiting. Her stomach growled, demanding her to say, "That would be nice, but..."

"No obligations on a first date."

"Sure," Floof blushed, "but I have to warn you, I'm a bit crazy."

Vixen laughed, "An' winter's cold."