FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Suraksha (Security)

Aditya rummaged in depths of his pockets, searching frantically for his keys which he was almost certain had disappeared into some demiplane in his pants. The chestnut-furred lapine sighed and laid his forehead against the door to his apartment. A thud of metal hitting wood panicked him momentarily and he looked around frantically, his heart racing to catch up with his accelerated breaths.

"Steady, Adit," he whispered to himself, looking down his gray, comfortable sweater at the key dangling from his neck. He gave a slight chuckle at his foolishness; he had put the key around his neck beside his ID deliberately so he wouldn't have to worry about losing it. Chuckling to himself, the lapine grasped the key in his lithe fingers. Before concluding the simple act of opening the door, the bunny grabbed the handle firmly and turned the knob both directions: he just had to check that it had remained locked during his time at the office. It had. Satisfied, Aditya inserted the key into the lock and turned it, his long and keen ears picking up the tiny click of the bypassed bolt.

The lapine entered his apartment, not yet wanting to shatter the silence within its dark chambers. Fall was well into effect, and as such it had started getting dark faster. Aditya fumbled against the wall for the nearby lightswitch, nearly falling over at his eagerness to finally be home. He found it and the main living space blazed in artificial incandescence. Smiling to himself, he locked the door behind him and slipped out of his loafers at the door before heading towards his solitary bedroom. He enjoyed the feeling of the soft and clean carpet against his toe beans; it felt good to come back to a tidy abode. He dropped off his black backpack on its proper hook with his key and lanyard en route to his room: his sanctum away from the pressures of his job and life in general.

Life had always had its stresses, especially in his early home life. Aditya came from a successful South Asian family who had first come to the USA after World War II, when his grandparents left their native India to seek prosperity across the Pacific ocean. They had raised their ten children to value education and academic success was highly praised. It was no surprise therefore, that Aditya's mother reflected her parents' attitude in raising her youngest son as she had raised all of her children. To excel in school is to be praised; to fall behind is to incur shame. To his credit, Aditya had succeeded. He was contracted currently at a large company as head of their tech division; his particular special interest was in cyber-security and anti-fraud measures. More importantly, he had earned his parents' respect enough for them to not cause too much of a fuss when he finally moved out. They would, of course, try to keep tabs on him at all times. However, they were not nearly as technologically literate as he, and so outside of (albeit less common nowadays) incessant texts and invitations to semi-obligatory family gatherings he had his privacy. He did love them, but they could be overbearing. Plus, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

With a relieved, practiced ease the brown bunny rolled his sweater off of his slim chestnut torso and folded it over a chair in his room. He then unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them effortlessly off of his slender body, over the cottontail and onto the floor. Aditya then retrieved the pants and folded them over the chair to join his sweater. Truthfully, the rabbit wore a pant size up to hide his secret from his coworkers. Actually, he wore them to hide his secret from everyone in the outside world. Now exposed in the privacy of his home, he placed the palm of his chocolate paw against his groin and pressed lightly. The undergarment crinkled softly against his digits, a reminder that he had somehow managed to avoid having an accident at work today. His condition, combined with the stress of his work (and family life, when it became impossible to avoid) made him prone to minor leaks.

It had been a problem his entire life. The lapine had been born with a weak bladder; it had taken him until he was almost six years old to become properly potty trained, and even then bedwetting and daytime accidents were an issue. This was before he had been examined, and it had been determined that the bunny simply had a lack of awareness when it was time to visit the urinal. He had still worn underwear growing up after that, but always with a very thin and absorbent pad in case of a leak. As Aditya got older, it became evident that cub incontinence treatments were not going to cope with larger potential volumes of urine: he would have to wear adult diapers all day, every day. He could pee normally of course; it was only holding his bladder that was the crux of the matter. Teenage Aditya was, naturally, horrified at the prospect.

Adult Aditya would come to view things differently. What had began as necessary precautions against accidents had become a guilty pleasure: after the hormonal surges of puberty combined with his persistent medical condition, Aditya found in his late teens that his hormone-flooded brain had make a very strong link between sexual arousal and his genitals enveloped in the damp warmth of his own pee. Sure it would still be embarrassing to piss himself out in public, but now when he was at home the bunny found a brand new appreciation for his particular brand of medical equipment.

Stripping off his dry pull-up and throwing it in the trash, the coffee-colored rabbit went bare-assed to his bedroom closet and smiled to himself at the site within: several neat stacks of printed and blank adult diapers. Aditya had read on various online communities that some furs liked to have collections of diapers, usually for someone else to change them as one might an infant. The rabbit didn't exactly care for the whole infantalist mindset himself, but had to admit that when it came to effective and cost-efficient padding those online strangers really knew what they were talking about. Keen to get fully padded up before he had an accident down his inner thighs, the rabbit pulled from the shelf a plain white diaper sized for his frame. Giving it a little squeeze, enjoying thoroughly the sound of crinkling plastic the bunny laid on his bed to adhere the disposable garment to his pelvis. Having lived alone for almost three years, it took him little effort to fasten the tabs around his hips. He stood up, twisting his back around to admire his handiwork: a perfect tape-job, as always.

Secure wasn't even a good enough word to describe how Aditya felt then. It never changed, the feeling of letting go and not needing to worry about anything (even his incontinence) for a while filled the bunny with joy. His grandmother's tongue came closer, although he struggled with the language for the most part (another item on the long list of things of which his grandmother disapproved). The word suraksha was many things: safety, security (especially in the sense that a particular situation was secure and unlikely to change) and protection. A familiar comfort that wouldn't leave him. Of course, no word could describe how being diapered made him feel. Exhaling loudly to banish the stress from his body, the young buck left his room in nothing more than his cream-colored undershirt and thick, white padding; his perky puffball tail tucked snugly into the waistband only partly as it peeked out over the back.

Aditya liked things quiet, for the most part. Coming from a home that felt as if it never slept and always worked or studied will do that to a fur. So he quietly traveled to his small, obviously immaculate kitchen and prepared some tea. This too, was part of his ritual, the order to the chaos of the outside world. The diapers played a role in this too, of course: security, suraksha, in routine. Once he had his tea (a fairtrade-sourced Darjeeling blend with cloves) the rabbit sat at his personal computer and booted up the machine. After working at a computer all day, some may find it odd that the lapine would choose to spend even more time before a screen. Those people didn't know Aditya; he loved computers almost as much as he loved being snugly padded up at home.

One other thing this anxiety-prone rabbit enjoyed? Playing strangers at online video games. The eager rabbit signed in to a popular PVP server in his favorite virtual world (under his username: thepamperedraj95). Aditya's fingers blurred as he executed well-practiced commands to send his troops out to decimate virtual towns and topple foreign governments until his people (in this case, an army of well-to-do American coyote revolutionary soldiers) reigned victorious in their mostly-benevolent dictatorship. He especially liked this level of play as it filtered out the majority of players who might hurl petulant verbal abuse through their microphones: the furs he gamed with took the game as seriously as he did. The rabbit had a good mind for strategy and loved this game; it mattered little to him if he lost, since the smart lapine was capable of analyzing his defeats and realizing which mistakes had cost him a game. Rarely did Aditya make the same mistakes twice against the same opponents.

The rabbit lost track of time and had to make a second tea while he waited in a lobby for the minimum player count to be filled. It was at this time that he felt himself becoming noticeably more wet and warm around the crotch. He didn't feel it coming of course, but when it arrived he relished in the simple calm of letting it happen; he even looked down to observe the enlarging yellowish patch spread out across his padded, puffy lap. Not having to try to hold back as he rushed to a stall; here he could be himself and not have to concern himself with the social consequences of his accidents. He panted happily in his soft voice, lightly placing a paw over his expanding bulge as he felt the front of the scrunched-up plastic swell with pee beneath his palm. When the bunny's urination had subsided, Aditya drummed his fingertips over the soggy plumpness that was his diaper as it soaked up the liquid with no problem (unlike his pull-ups for work which could barely hold more than a cup of pee before they leaked). Noticing that the final player had joined the lobby the cafe lapine prepared to get back into the game, but not before giving himself a single yet firm squeeze around his semi-engorged maleness: he would have to take care of himself later.

Time flew by as the rabbit gamed, stopping only briefly to fix himself a quick dinner (a delicious salad based on leafy greens and spiced chickpeas, leftovers from the night before). He momentarily glanced at his phone, amazed that he'd not received so much as a text from any of his family today. Deciding not to look into the phenomenon he found himself pulled away from his screen as a great yawn overtook the bunny, stretching languidly in his snug gaming chair as he looked at the time. The digital clock on his phone flashed to tell him that it was almost 2 am.

"Oh, my..." he tried to say to himself through the exhalation of exhaustion: it was definitely time to get ready for bed. Aditya didn't have to work tomorrow, thankfully, but even young incontinent rabbits need their sleep. He typed a goodnight to the other furs and then signed out before habitually unplugging his computer as he did every night. Before rising from his chair, Aditya lightly groped himself through his saturated fabric. The diapers were good, and had not leaked at all during his session even though he had peed a second time in them. He was, however, near capacity and would definitely need to change before bed. Before he could go to bed, however, he had to re-establish his control at home.

Almost like clockwork, he went in order to check that important things were as they should be. First, the door had to be locked. Next, the oven dials had to be in their default position and the stove top itself had to be cold; the fact that he'd not used them today was irrelevant. After that, the kitchen sink had to be turned off and the tap centered 'just so'. Finally, he pushed the door of his refrigerator to ensure that it was shut. Now, for most furs that would be the end of it. Unfortunately, Aditya was not most furs. As much as he wanted to get into bed and take care of the needs of his body, his mind had other plans as it always did at bedtime. The door was wide open, the stove was on, the sink was gushing out water and the fridge door was ajar which would spoil all of his food. None of these things were true of course, and Aditya consciously knew that. Yet the fear, the crippling what if dread took him: he would have to check them all again. And again. And again. Six times, the young lapine had to ensure that his home wasn't a danger to live in while he wasn't observing it. He had gotten better, oddly, since wearing diapers habitually. The feeling of having to not worry about his condition ruining underwear or pants gave him comfort, which in turn seemed to suppress his anxiety-caused OCD. Not eliminate it, of course, but moderate it to a degree that almost didn't interfere with his life. Finally satisfied that he wasn't in peril, the rabbit tiptoed softly to his room, making sure all of the lights were off on the way.

Sadly, today had been particularly stressful on the bunny, and it manifest itself in an uncommon yet not unheard of amplification of his disorder. As if compelled by some malevolent force, Adit rushed out of his bedroom back to the kitchen to make one last 'for sure' check.

Now in the safety of his bedroom, where he controlled everything, the bunny turned off his phone and placed it aside on his nightstand. Now, he could finally enjoy himself privately. His malehood had been partially turgid since the initial wetting, that snug warmth caressing and squeezing his genitalia with every movement serving to almost edge the rabbit for hours. He lay on his bed on his back, tip-tapping his digits over his length to encourage it fully into an erection. Aditya gasped as he felt waves of familiar pleasure course through his body, giving his firm member an initial squeeze before commencing a practiced stroking rhythm. His long ears flopped comfortably to either side of his pillows, his lithe chest rising and falling and large footpaws twitching slightly as the rabbit touched himself the same way he did every night. This, to him, felt immensely better than direct stimulation with his paw and besides; it was very easy to clean up. Droplets of precum were swallowed by the snug, crinkled fabric that thirsted still for more liquid.

Aditya closed his eyes and completely lost himself in the sensations and sounds of masturbating into his diaper. Outside, his job and family obligations took up so much time and caused him such stresses. Inside, however, in his private sanctuary, he could be himself. He could, even for a little while, be comfortable with himself and his peculiar tastes. The experienced paw manipulating his firm penis in just the right way, the delightful music of the plastic, waterproof exterior crinkling in rhythm to his deft strokes. His other arm had tucked itself beneath his pillow, supporting his floppy-eared head as he squeezed and rubbed himself within the soggy, tight heat of his own absorbed urine.

The rabbit felt himself getting close already; he never needed much time when he was able to enjoy himself in this way and the hours of his sensitive tip and shaft being leisurely stroked inside the moist padding certainly sped up the inevitable. In less than five minutes (to Aditya it may as well have been 30) his body twitched in carnal convulsions, giving out a quiet yet exasperated series of little moans as he climaxed into his wet diaper. The slender bunny writhed for a few eternal moments of utter bliss as he splattered the inside of his already-soaked padding with his seed, the material rustling at the erratic movements of his hips. Having spent himself, Aditya laid motionless on his bed and bathed in his afterglow.

After the full effects of his orgasm had finally subsided, the rabbit rolled up out of the bed and slid his well-used diaper down over his hips and put it into the same trash as his pull-up. He'd have to take it out tomorrow morning, but that was worth it. This was all worth it as far as he was concerned. Going back to his stash, he took another diaper with big smiley faces over it and laid back on his bed to fasten it. Sitting himself in the center of the diaper he scooted around to make the adhesive tabs line up how he wanted, then secured his spend malehood and pert brown bum inside of a fresh and clean disposable. Tiredness assaulted the rabbit again, and this time his defenses were much worse against the sandman lulling him to slumber. With a long yawn, Aditya slipped beneath the comforter of his single bed and rest his head against the pillows; being curled up in his bed with fresh padding was the epitome of comfort and tranquility, at least for him. He closed his eyes, vaguely thinking about what he might do tomorrow on his day off but soon fell sound asleep. He would almost certainly wet the bed, but unlike before when it would cause embarrassment and ridicule there would be only acceptance and security. Suraksha. He was lonely, true, but content in his little oasis in the howling desert of the world.

And Aditya was happy.