FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This is my first story uploaded here after years of lurking. I hope it brings enjoyment to someone despite my writing skills being a little sloppy still. If you like it, a comment would be nice encouragement. With that stated, enjoy:

My hands worked tirelessly and meticulously as I worked my sewing needle over the doll before me. Tying threads together to pull my constructs together, I ignored the arch in my fingers for a few moments more to finish the work at hand.

“Finally." I stated with an exasperated sigh. The Lucario doll before me was complete, its fake blue fur now stitched together at all of its edges while its chest spike and white fur were all centered and in place. Its red eyes looked back at me in defiance as I ran my hand down its length to the slit between its legs.

This doll was not for children.

I grinned to myself as I pushed it back playfully, the object landing on its back with no real noise. A quick glance to my right allowed me to make a final count. Thirteen had been made in total today after six hours of cutting, measuring, and stitching together different fabrics. Six of these lovely things already had homes to be sent to.

I made dolls for adults to make my living. It was no secret that a lot of men and women wanted to get a bit more intimate with Pokémon than the normal trainer relationships they shared. The world was filled with a multitude of beautiful and wonderful creatures that brought joy to the hearts and minds of both children and adults. Some people of course wanted to express their adoration for their more physical traits, it was a sentiment I shared with them.

However Pokémon weren't just objects to be caught and used, they had dreams and desires just like the rest of us. Some were completely unwilling to let a person use them for battles, let alone allow others to interact with them that way. Some were more inclined to react violently in fact and let me tell you… an angry Pokémon could put the fear of Arceus into you, if they didn't outright end you.

And so that's how I made my money, along with the multitude of people who also capitalized on the desires of yearning men everywhere. Making Pokémon Onahole was a thriving, if slightly controversial business. Many groups disliked the practice for promoting pokephilia while others disliked it for objectifying Pokémon. I was thankful to both of those arguments because that meant that no major company had filled the demand that was now handled by multiple people like me.

The 'Dolls' I made were created specifically to cater to the taste of men who wanted to feel like they were actually holding the Pokémon they wanted so desperately to have. Multiple hours before had gone into researching just the right fabrics and dyes to make them as close to what people online stated the Pokémon were like.

“A hard week of work deserves at least a few hours of fun to um… test drive my creations." I spoke to myself as I got up to stretch. I lived by myself and often talked to myself to drive away the silence, if only for a bit. Not having a Pokémon was a lonely feeling but I was still just barely making ends meet with my endeavors, all spare money being set aside to buy more sewing equipment. In a few more months I could hopefully spend a bit less time sewing as I automated the process a little more. Then I could make more dolls in less time… and in turn make more money.

Setting monetary worries aside I picked up the Lucario doll before leaving the room and closing the door, the actual work done for today at least. The bright light from the sun still shown through my windows as I placed the doll on the table of my living room. My home was surprisingly clean, mostly because I didn't do much besides work on my slowly growing business. Walking to the refrigerator I surveyed my snack options for the day before deciding on a small fruit and nut snack pack. I placed the pack and Lucario doll on the living room table, the urge to sit down interrupted only by the realization I had forgotten to get a bottle of lube for the doll's more intimate area.

“Alright where did I put it?" I asked myself before finding it on the countertop of my kitchen. I ran me a glass of water while I was there and placed the two on my table. I turned to open the window behind me, to let fresh air into the room. It helped after a long session cooped up in my work room. The day was slowly drawing to an end but there was plenty of sunlight as I looked out at the forest that started a few feet away from the window. Wild Pokémon sometimes got curious about my home but seeing none right now I decided to risk it.

As I sat myself down to get to the fun part of my job my doorbell rung and I groaned a bit internally. Looking at the time, a bit after Five, I knew why my doorbell was going off and I knew that I had to answer. Standing up I went over to the front door of my small home before opening it up.

“Hey Darrell." The mailman greeted me with a small smirk. In his hands was a rather large box. We both knew what was in it as I rolled my eyes.

“How you doing Josh?" I replied as I took the box filled with sex toys. These were the life blood of my business and what I wrapped my fabric doll bodies around. Without this shipment, and the more to come, I wouldn't be able to keep making my money.

“Nothing much." He leaned a bit to look into my house and laughed a bit. “It seems your Lucario line has finished."

“Yeah just got done a few minutes ago actually." I replied as I took the box into my hand and turned quickly to put it into my home. What seemed to be a shadow passed by my open window for a bit but my attention was quickly brought back to Josh.

“So… you willing to cut me a deal on one?" He asked. He always asked this question when he delivered and I always replied the same way.

“You still willing to cut me a deal on shipping my products out?"

“You know it. Just call to make sure I'm working that day like usual." I grinned at that. Thanks to Josh the shipping cost of my business was vastly cheaper than it should have been, saving me much more money than I gave him on my discounts. But he was happy with the deal and I was always glad to sell one more doll.

“Nice, I don't actually have the money today but I'll be able to pay on Monday."

“I'll have you a doll on Monday then." I countered.

“Darn." He leaned again though this time he laughed. “Whelp I'll see you around Darrell. Keep up the good work and enjoy your Lucario and Buneary dolls." With that he almost ran from my front door with a snicker. I raised an eyebrow at him as I watched him run in mild confusion before shrugging and closing my door. His behavior now set aside I frowned at his statement before I turned around.

“Son of a…" I almost cursed as I looked at my table, a Buneary lying beside my Lucario doll in a manner it probably thought was inconspicuous. Beside it my snack pack was completely devoured, its beautiful treasures never to be enjoyed by its rightful owner. And that jerk Josh had seen it happen. His discount was in jeopardy as I sat down exasperatedly.

“Alright, get out." I stated irritated at the Pokémon on my table. That had been my last pack and I wasn't going to the store until tomorrow evening… so my mood was now officially soured. It was funny how something so minor could make me this agitated. But here I was with my doll, my work done, my next shipments secured, and new materials to continue my work… and I was annoyed, livid, and angry. Triple Mad.

“…" The Pokémon on the table didn't utter a single sound at my command, its little eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. I poked it curiously as before realizing the Buneary was pretending to be a doll like the Lucario beside her. A bit of my anger faded away as I choked back the urge to laugh at its silliness. I obviously knew it wasn't a doll, the faint moving of its brown chest and my missing snack giving it away.

Curiosity began to get the better of me now however as I looked the creature over. Buneary were well known amongst pokephiles as the Pokémon you needed to get a Lopunny. I had made a few of those a month ago and its brown fur and white bottom coat were very similar to the larger and more elegant species.

I gulped quietly before I tap the Buneary on its stomach. It twitch quietly and closed its eyes tightly but didn't move. A terrible actor it may have been but my interest was more than piqued.

“Whelp I guess it's time to test out my doll." I stated aloud as I picked up the Lucario doll and brought it close to my face. I looked over my own craftsmanship diligently, the action a ruse however to get the Buneary comfortable with the idea of me touching it. I at least wanted to know its gender before it ran off.

Setting the Lucario doll back down I picked up the Buneary who stiffened slightly in my hand but did nothing, its one curled ear tensing. I held it like that for a moment until the ear loosened up a bit. It was stated that a Buneary could shatter a boulder with those ears and while many people didn't believe that I was not willing to take chances. With the Buneary now less tense I squeezed it slightly. Already I could feel the inferiority of my own products.

While my dolls were light weight to make them easier to handle, the Buneary weighed a good amount. It wasn't heavy but I actually felt like I was holding a living being. It's warmth in my hands was almost comforting and its fur was wonderfully soft, especially the lighter fur on the bottom. I could feel its small ribs, the bones stronger yet small in my grip as I squeezed again. It let out a breathless sigh but didn't fight in my hands, its determination to trick me almost fanatical.

And I was a terrible person who wanted to take advantage of it.

I set it back on the table not wanting to press my luck as I picked up the Lucario doll. It felt almost hollow in my hand, the fur like fabric not exactly bad but nowhere near as soft as the creature on my table. A gentle squeeze wouldn't ruin it of course, if it was that fragile I'd be out of business but it somehow felt even less durable than the Pokémon. On second thought however that made sense, Pokémon often slammed their full might into each other. If they were delicate little flowers then they'd die pretty quickly. But it was me, this man who was just under six feet, who was the fragile one between the two of us. The realization was almost intoxicating. Here this rabbit like Pokémon was just acting on my table. My desire to catch this Pokémon and make it my own grew, but currently other desires grew.

I looked at the Pokémon who quickly closed its eyes in response. Staying still like that had to be wearing on it by now. No one was that diligent after all. I waited patiently for it to open its eyes before I spread the legs of my Lucario doll to examine its insides. I of course knew what it looked like inside, the fake pink flesh still inviting… though not as inviting as what the Buneary had I hoped. Honestly though, It could be a male at this point with how worked up I was.

“Time to test my other doll." I stated to break the silence once more. Sweat was forming on my forehead as I tried to keep myself calm. I placed the Lucario toy down before picking up the Buneary again. It twitched once more but didn't react or try to fight me. A light kick of its leg followed my slow and deliberate parting of its lower fur, the lighter cream fur parting ways to reveal its very feminine slit to me. A Pokémon's treasure lay before me no longer hidden by the fur that shielded her.

“Wow… beautiful." I remarked about her as I moved my fingers further to part her outer lips her beautiful pink insides revealed to me. The Pokémon tensed up in my grip as I examined her and I also froze. I was dancing over a fire at this point. On one hand I could push my luck and see how much I could enjoy this delectable Buneary snatch. On the other hand I could get my face potentially smashed in by those dangerous ears.

“Time to finish up this examination." I stated before setting down the Buneary as part of my gamble. I needed her to calm down despite how worked up I was. A tent was currently pitched in my pants, its occupant ready… no eager to leave out. Still… I didn't want her to attack me so even if setting her down gave her the opportunity to run off I'd rather be safe. The rabbit Pokémon laid there, breathing heavily as she failed more and more to keep up her ruse. But keep it she did.

I looked at the Lucario doll before shaking my head no. I was no longer interested in the doll when a real Pokémon was available. It's pale pink flesh nowhere near as beautiful as the rich pink and glistering insides of the Buneary. Instead I took a moment to let my own manhood out, the spear of meat standing proud and ready. The bottle of lube was grabbed and I applied it, making my cock glisten for the hopeful acts to come. I didn't want to hurt the Buneary, despite the contradictory nature of my actions.

I picked up my new favorite doll carefully as to not spook her. I could feel her heart beating even faster than before, the pleasant warmth from before almost feverish. Part of me adored this beautiful little creature. The rest of me wanted to immediately plow into her immediately. Picking the middle ground between the two I brought her lips to mine.

Her taste was very subtle as I took a long lick of her soft lips, the taste only growing as my second was directed at the sweet treasure inside. The faint taste of honey greeted my tongue as I made another lick… and then another as I sample her pliable and delicious folds. A quick run of my tongue over her small clit, a feature my dolls lacked, made her kick gently. She was breathing rather hard now though she made no move to stop me.

With nothing to stop me I pressed my face harder into her crotch, my tongue grinding around inside her lovely snatch. Ever ridge and bump inside of her was burned into my mind as I threw away any pretense and happily ate her out. She was openly gasping now as her hips grinding ever so gently into my mouth, the action only encouraging me to work harder on my lovely guest. Her moans were ever so soft as she ground her pouty lips into me even harder. My inexperience wasn't a concern to either of us as she got her pleasure and I had my fun, my messy ministrations gliding my tongue from her gooey depths to her hard little clit and then back into her velvety sanctuary.

So eager was I on my actions that I only barely caught the last warnings before she eagerly pressed her hips into my face as hard as she could, her small body jerking as she came. Eagerly I opened my mouth to catch as much of her delicious fluids, the taste of honey gushing into my mouth as I ran my tongue over her snatch once more in appreciation.

As I pulled away from her most lovely area the sight of the brown rabbit would never leave my mind I felt. She quietly gasped in my hands, head turned to the side as her chest heaved. Her cream colored lower fur was now matted with a mixture of my saliva, sweat, and her excitement. Neither of her ears were coiled now, both hanging limply as she struggled to regain her composure. My shaft twitched eagerly for its own pleasure but I waited to calm down, I didn't want to blow immediately.

“One… final… test." I stated to the Buneary who closed her eyes at my declaration. I took that moment to rub her on her head. “If… that's okay with you." The Pokémon froze for a moment before she looked at me. I didn't know how to read her expression. Was she surprised I knew she was acting all along… guilty that she stole my snack… or waiting for me to continue? With no way to answer that question I began to lower her to my lubricated rod.

“Bun…" The Pokémon stated looking at the cock that was about to enter into her. She seemed to have a worried air about her, my seven inches almost half of her size.

“I'll be gentle." I reassured the Pokémon. That was all it took for her to look up at me and nod even as the head of my shaft met her outer lips. I waited for a brief moment before I began to push, all my earlier work helping to make the first inch sink into her love tunnel.

My dolls are trash… that thought raged through my head as another inch disappeared into her wonderful cunt. I gasped in pleasure, her warm gooey folds enveloping the head of my cock in an embrace that threatened to make me come right there. Every ridge and bump I had felt with my tongue now danced along my length. I wasn't the only one shaking from pleasure, the Buneary shuddering in my hands as her tight folds clung to me tightly.

Pulling her up one inch so that only the head remained inside I gently bounced her on my shaft. The entry and reentry of just that one inch was divine, her juices glistening on my shaft as I resisted the urge to drive deeper into her in blinding bliss. Nothing had ever felt better. At this moment I knew why people risked their lives to catch their most desired Pokémon. No doll could ever compare.

My eyes snapped back to our joined meeting as the Buneary tried to grind her hips down, the small Pokémon wanting even more pleasure. My grip on her loosened slightly and soon another inch and a half began to partake of my lewd pleasure. My mind almost went blank as half of my cock was now buried in her tight, squeezing passage.

“You're amazing." I gasped out in amazement as I stared as her small stomach, the faint shape of my manhood bulging her stomach. I used one of my fingers to rub myself through her before I thrust my hips up into her. She squealed once more as another inch disappeared and my head bumped into her cervix. I gasped once more before pulling back to thrust again, my actions rewarded with another squeal and a small gush of her juices.

With my shaft buried as far as I could get it into her I shifted my grip before I began to eagerly thrust, each one slow but thorough as I pushed into her depths as far as I could. Parts of her my tongue could only dream of reaching were now massage my length, the ridges and folds of her pussy dragging gently against my meat.

“Buneary…" The Pokémon cried out as she tried to push against me even as I plowed her as forcefully as I dared. Each thrust lewdly echoed through the room, the squelching of her soft inner flesh echoing in my head as I slowly drowned in pleasure. My climax was coming but I refused to just give in to it. I never wanted this moment to end as I pressed ever harder into the small rabbit.

Another gasp escaped her as I pressed forcefully against her cervix, the ring of flesh barring my entry even as it lewdly made out with my tip. Each thrust was their reunion as her juices gushed out of her plentifully. Her small eyes rolled back in her head as she began to shudder.

“Not yet…" I stated to her not wanting her to come yet as I knew I wouldn't be able to withstand it. My words fell on deaf ears though as she ground her small furry hips against me as much as she could. With a soft groan she came, her insides tightening to a level I did not know was possible. Every inch of her pussy rippled and pressed into my cock as if she was trying to milk the cum out of me, an action she succeeded in.

With a pleasured moan I pressed into her and let loose, the first gush of cum flooding her small womb with semen; her pristine insides now painted white. The second spurt quickly followed and my white cream spurted out of her in a thick goopy mess, my shaft leaving no room for it inside of her.

The next few spurts weren't as powerful as the first two but my mind remembered every last one as I ejected all I had into her womb. Each spurt pushed against the walls of her sensitive chamber, before rushing across all the sensitive folds inside of her passage… all so they could gush out of her messily and into my lap. The Buneary was a flailing mess now as her climax redoubled as the sensation of being creampied set her off again.

After a few moments, my shaft plopped out of her with a messy, loud slurp; the two of us gasping quietly in unison.

“You're… way better than any doll." I stated to the Pokémon who smiled up at me tiredly.

It would be much later in life when I could understand her better that I would know that she knew what I did with my dolls, having always watched me from outside the very window she had snuck in through. But that was not important right now.

What was important was my hardening shaft as I looked the messy rabbit Pokémon over again. With a shuddered groan I sunk back into her, relearning each nook and cranny of her delightful snatch as she squealed into the air. As she squeezed me in the delightful way only a real, living pussy could all thoughts of dolls, work, or stolen snacks left my mind.

I had something much better to focus on.