Furrie's First Adventure: a lurid thought experiment
I was browsing around one evening, looking for a Furrie site. I liked most of the art and stories that came out of Furrieness, but couldn't find much of that on my own. Most of the people I knew kept saying stuff like, "If you're interested in dickgirls, can't you just be interested in regular dickgirls?" or "Nothing personal, I just want as many pants between myself and Furries as possible," so, like anyone who likes something nobody else does, I had to search online.
I looked through the results, finding a little more than I expected; I was so swamped by them all, I only picked a few to look at. There was a pay site, a few ones about people describing Furries they'd thought up, (each one more mysterious-looking and armed-to-the-fangs than the last) and several webcomics, but a link to a "story archive" caught my eye. It had a variety of warnings about mature themes on it, but I had enough experience about the Internet to know when it was time to move to something else. I perked up my ears, thanked my eighteenth birthday for coming so soon, and strode on in.
The second I wandered in, I was glad I'd picked this place first: it looked very well-made and seemed to have a high membership. It had pictures, stories, a chat room, forums, and quick links to them all! As I walked around the place, other Furries danced around, picking up stories or looking at pictures. A couple of quick sign-ups later, and I could access the site and everything in it. I started out by looking at the stories, picking up the first one that caught my eye, and sitting down to read it.
The title sounded interesting, and the beginning caught my attention, but it just kept going and going: It was mostly an Otter in a made-up university wondering if her crush felt the same way about her. After a dozen pages, I flipped to the end, skimmed through all the descriptive imagery, and found out that he did. As I was putting it back, I noticed some comments put by anyone who read it before me. They either criticized or sympathized with it. Since I didn't have anything constructive to say, and didn't think I'd be helpful, (aside from something like, "keep the reader's interest lol") I just ran up to the search feature and skimmed through a few others.
"Size Queen, Cock vore... Poke-Pr0n?" I wrung my tail and looked around the place, hoping to find something I'd enjoy. As I looked around hopefully, a "Clean" section caught my eye; I wandered over and checked it out. The first few things I picked up were okay, and the spelling was good enough that I could read them through, but I looked through another one and shuddered.
Since fan fiction where the main character gets gorily executed tends to put me off of reading for a while, I left the writing section. I still didn't want to leave the site just yet, and looked around for something else to do. A Fox with four legs and two arms suggested a new "Drawing Section," but I knew I wasn't ready for it just by looking at them from this far away. I would have turned around and left right then, but I remembered the forums and chat rooms. I took off in their general direction, deciding to go to the forums first.
I saw some Furries wandering around, either posting or lurking, and wanted to say "Hi" to at least one of them. Fortunately, everyone here had some info written on their stat-pages. I didn't want to get caught staring, but I liked the idea of being introduced to someone before I said "hi." I considered posting something up on the "New Furries" thread, but after looking at the copied-and-pasted replies from the same posters after every introduction, I figured I'd try something else before giving up and browsing some webcomics.
"'Where do you live'", I read. "Nah; 'What Species/Kind/Furrie-type do you find the hottest'? Maybe later... 'Why are there so many gay Furries?' Heh, I'm not." I backed off of all the various Furries writing stuff to post on that thread, and decided to go to the chat, where I could at least talk to someone without waiting a few hours for a response.
I stepped up to the chat and looked around, peeking in to anything I might like. I'd only stuck my head in the first one, when I pulled it out again. I was fine with homosexuality, just not when it was in and all over a room I'd looked in. After thinking about all the women, Furried or not, who I'd ever had a crush on, I kept looking.
As I walked through the long list of rooms, I tried not to eavesdrop, but it was hard. There was some kind of big Dolphin or Whale stripping for an audience, (which I might have watched if there was a female up there,) a couple of Furries having a swordfight where they never really could hit each other, a pair of lesbian Rabbits who told me to go away, and a pair of gay male Horses who invited me to stay. I turned around, and stumbled into an argument between a grey Wolf and a white Dog.
"As I told you before, I don't expect you to admit error:" the Wolf growled at him without noticing me, "it's obvious you won't, even though you are in the wrong."
"Aw, kuh-wrap," grumbled the Dog, in what sounded like a Bronx accent, "ya jus' whan me ta be quiet so ya c'n bahss me aroun' like everyone else! I c'n fix it, but can't ya jus' say "thanks" aftahwahrd? Oh, hey, whatcha doin?" he turned to me and said.
"Uh, sorry about that," I gulped, "I didn't mean to butt in like that. U, but still, what's wrong?"
"That Dog," snarled the Wolf, "has glued my front door shut for no other reason than a failure to acknowledge where authority lies!"
"Ya were bein' a jerk is ahll," the Dog shot back.
"Oh, sorry about that, you guys. I'll just leave now. ROFL."
The Wolf turned to look me over, and gave me a stare that was more penetrating than an oversized penis on one of those Horses in the next room. "Then see that you do, whoever you are, and look for someone else to interrupt."
Once again, I was about to sign off and find a book to read, but made another quick decision and started a room of my own. I figured being hit on by another male one more time was enough to get me off this site for good.
I waited for a few minutes, wondering when I should get up, then shook my head, stood up, and saw another Furrie walk in. I tried not to look surprised to the Fox: she was a Vixin, not a hermaphrodite from what I could see, and from the way she introduced herself to me, was at least bisexual.
She gave a gentle wave and glanced her brown eyes toward mine. "Hi there," she whispered, while sizing me up. "I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new, or is this just your first time chatting?"
I smiled at her and said, "Well, I'm new to this site. It looks really... comprehensive, but I feel kinda out of place. I've been hit on by more males here than I have for my entire life."
The Vixin gave a coy little chuckle and replied, "In that case, would you like to be hit on by a female? I actually haven't been around here much, and you are kinda cute. I'll bet you'd generate a few hits on the personals board."
I grinned and shook my head. "Nah, I'd rather talk to someone in rather than write something and see who goes there. Besides, if I had, I probably wouldn't have met you."
She started to slink over to me, and put her head on my shoulder, one arm against my chest. "I'm glad you did," she grinned, and started to brush her tail against my legs, "because I haven't made very many friends so far, and with all those males flirting with each other - and you - I haven't found a mate." She looked up at me again, the smile on her face slowly widening. "Do you like writing?" she asked.
"Uh, sort of," I stammered, realizing this Vixen I had just met was seducing me, and I was embarrassed! "I can draw pretty well, and drew a picture of, er, 'me' once. I could show it to you," I offered.
"Nah," she snickered, "You can show me later. Maybe even draw something of me, if I write something of you?"
I looked into her eyes, (She looked up at me with her pleading, hinting, beguiling eyes, starting to rub her paw in circles around my chest,) and gulped, "Uh, well, sure, but what do you want to write for me? How good are you at writing?"
She stepped away from me for a second, and grinned. "I'll show you the answer to both right now," she purred, letting the shoulder of her dress slip a bit. She whirled around behind me, wrapping her tail around mine, and put her paws on my shoulders. Waves of relief washed through my as her expert touch kneaded my tensed-up muscles and helped me relax.
I sighed happily, and whispered, "Thank you, but we just met. What, er, stuff do you like?"
She giggled and placed a kiss on my cheek, licking up and down with her soft, pink tongue. "Well," she pretended to think, "Jazz, ska, Role-play, tennis, yiff, and, as of now, you." A shuffling noise later, and she tossed her skirt past my face. "Besides," she added,"I want to write something and submit it here, but I want to practice writing hot Furrie sex first; you seem like someone else who's willing to help," -she gave me a sad, pouty look- "won't you?"
I kissed her, turned around, and took off my shirt. "Sure I am, you just took me by surprise is all." As an afterthought, I tried to embrace her and slide my pants off at the same time.
The sexy Vixen turned away from me, both stopping me from touching her and giving an excellent view of her hips and legs.
"Oh come on," she chided, "That doesn't sound very hot to me. Try to be more descriptive, tell me how you feel, and don't use so many commas. Here, like this:"
She turned around to smirk at me; one paw slid its way down to her already revealing panties, and slid them down partway. A flick of her tail, and her beautiful hips were in full view. In an attempt to futher seduce her sexy male, she pulled her top up and over her head, bending over to place it on the ground.
I inhaled deeply, and gave it my best shot. I slid out of my pants and stood up, clad only in a pair of boxers, tented at the front and already stained with pre. I tried to calm my rapidly beating heart and gestured to her. "Don't stay so far that way; come and help me with these," I smirked, rubbing my paw along the only piece of clothing I had.
"Aw, you're sure you can't manage by yourself?" she smirked, while shuffling out of her panties. Wiggling her round hips and soft tail, she stepped out of her last bit of clothing and tossed it away with her leg. "If you feel like it," she added, her naked backside on display, "why don't you try and catch me?"
I took a breath, and pounced. I held her close to me, my rock-hard erection rubbing against her - "Uh, is there a Swear-filter here?" I looked around the room, and went back to fondling my new mate.
"Heh, 'mate'? Sure, why not? Oh, and there isn't, but I save the dirty language for anyone I don't like." She turned around, slid her arms around me, and held me in a deep, passionate kiss. A leg curled around my back and pushed down my boxers, leaving me as naked as she was. She only took her tongue out of my mouth to whisper, "Yiff me."
"It's kinda hard to take someone seriously when they say 'yiff,' but okay," I whispered back. I rubbed my nose in her fur and inhaled her wonderful female pheremones, (which Furries can give off and differentiate from other smells. Well, the ones with a better sense of smell) then grabbed her by her thighs. As I pushed forward into her soft, feminine flesh, I started to sigh happily.
My soft, cuddly Vixen loosened her grip, then started to nibble lustfully on my ear. "Mmmm, yesh, hlarher," she mumbled as she bit gently, then started to rock back and forth in my arms. As the wonderous pleasure began to flow, her warm folds began to squeeze lovingly against my maleness; she nibbled harder, her paws slid around my body and tried to get a better grip.
I sat down to get to a better position, then pulled her away from my ear; I started to kiss her, and kept kissing her, feeling the softness of her tongue, the softness of her fur, the softness of her inner flesh, sending incredible spasms through me. I started to push back and forth, humping this beautiful Vixin I'd just met on my first trip here. I knew it wouldn't be my last.
She pushed harder, rubbing her clit against my fur; she pulled her tail over to tickle my furry, full sac, and feel their size; she gasped, and got a mouthful of warm Furrie tongue; she didn't want this blissful encounter to end, despite the mounting climax within her.
I quickened the pace, made easier with her rush of juices and my dripping pre. I kept going for as long as I could, inhaling with my nose, kissing with my mouth, elated at the feeling of making love to such a skilled Fox. After what felt like hours, I started to feel that extra push build up, and pushed my cock as far into her as I could with a moan.
She gave out a quick yelp, her tongue still playing with mine, and began to shudder. The shudder grew more forceful; she broke off the kiss so that she could gasp for breath; she tensed up, held me tightly, then let loose a powerful climax, her juices gushing and her heart beating at a speed that could have been measured in kilohertz.
I gasped at the stream of liquid love and hyperbole, and could hold back no more. With a lustful moan, cum splattered into her, over and over again. I tried to kiss her, but couldn't. As the exctatic blast began to subside, we slowly collapsed to one side, our genitals still pressed tightly together.
"Wow," she gasped, "that felt great. Thank you, I needed that." She drew closer, slid her cunt away from me, and gave me another kiss. When it was over, I gave a sheepish grin and said, "I'm glad we found each other. When's the next time I can help you with your 'inspiration?'"
"Well," she pretended to think, "how about right now? I'm still ready, and I've got plenty of time. We could try some more positions, or maybe look for some equipment, hmm?"
"Mmm, I was thinking of something right now," I growled, and pounced on her.
I spend more and more time there now, talking to other Furries, or playing with my mate. Everything feels more pronounced to Furries; I can go to the past, the future, or to other galaxies. My spelling's gotten better, and I feel happier, on the whole. Whenever I feel depressed, horny, or just generally furry, I wander the virtual halls, or snuggle up in my den with my mate.
Though it's only a fictional relationship, it's somehow as good as a real one.