FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A young canine anthro - German Shepherd, to be precise - stood on a beach. It was a beautiful beach, and a beautiful day to be on it. The sun was warm and pleasant, a cool breeze washed over her, and all was silent save for the lapping of the waves and the crying of distant seagulls.

It would have been nicer if she'd had the slightest idea where she was.

Elise kicked a pile of sand into the ocean. It didn't make her feel better.

"Go on a boat ride, you said," she said to herself. She had been talking to herself more and more. "Who cares if it's with a guy you just met? Live a little! Be spontaneous! I'm sure he won't pilot us directly into a goddamn storm! And where's that asshole now? Probably shark bait!" Then she screamed again. She had been doing a lot of screaming.

This was all way too much for her. The only food she had was whatever was left in the cooler she had been clinging to when she washed ashore. Thankfully, it had been water tight, but she couldn't survive on tortilla chips, snack cakes, and energy drinks. Would it have killed him to pack a vegetable or two? Probably, all things considered.

It was a small island, as far as she could tell, and unoccupied. She hadn't seen any other signs of civilization. She really didn't know where to go from here. She didn't have a lot of friends, nor was she close with her family. As far as she knew, absolutely nobody would be looking for her. If she didn't show up at work, they'd probably just assume that she quit.

"You moron, what were you thinking?" she said. "You're not adventurous! You're an accountant! You like numbers! You don't do adventure! You... you... nnngh!"

She groaned as she felt her face flush again, panting heavily. And that was another thing. As if everything else wasn't bad enough, the third day brought a new wonder to it, the cherry on this misery subject.

"Oh, no, it'll just be a day trip," she said, running a hand across her face. "There's no need to bring your heat suppressants along, you'll be back before you need them!"

So, to recap. She was stranded along on a deserted island, about to run out of food, and to top it all off, she was so horny she could barely think straight. Great. Awesome. Wonderful. This was the best day ever. She'd masturbated twice since the morning, but it hadn't helped.

"Estrus cycles are just the worst," she groaned, plopping back down. "Why couldn't I have been born a reptile? Then I'd just have to squeeze an egg or two out once a year and be done with it."

But there was nothing for it. She'd just have to keep busy and wait her estrus out. Sighing, she straightened up and gathered her meager supplies, which consisted of a backpack for carrying anything potentially useful she found in and a slightly bent fishing harpoon. It probably wouldn't do her a world of good against anything that seriously wished her ill, but having it made her feel better.

She quickly wolfed down a pack of snack cakes, wincing slightly at the sickening sweetness of them but grateful for the calories, and set off across the island, in search of... something. Anything. There had to be something here. Please, let there be something.

"And off we go again," she said, venturing forth into the brush.

It would be nice, she thought, as she made her way through the dense trees, if she had the slightest inkling of where, exactly, she was. It couldn't have been TOO far off the coast, but she didn't have a compass or anything. Her involuntary swim had completely destroyed her phone. She had no way to orient herself, nor any way to keep time, but it felt like she was tromping around for hours. She was definitely feeling a bit exhausted. Sighing, she withdrew a can of energy drink from her backpack and cracked it open. The stuff tasted foul, like sweetened lemon-fresh detergent, but it was better than drinking sea water, at least. Even if she rationed it out carefully, it wouldn't last her much longer than a week. If she didn't find something to sustain herself with, then she wouldn't have to worry about much more. Maybe she'd just walk into the sea, if it came to that. Better than just wasting away while she waited for a rescue that might never come...

As Elise pushed through the treeline, her train of thought was interrupted by an unexpected sight. Namely, the first sign of civilization she'd seen on the island, albeit not the sort that she was looking for.

It was a large stone courtyard, at the end of which was what looked like a dilapidated temple. Nature had long since started to reclaim the structure, with vines and other vegetation creeping all around it, but still it stood.

"Well, that's certainly something," she said, as she approached it. "If nothing else, there's some shelter for me. It'll be sleeping outside."

There were several stone altars set into the courtyard, and Elise seated herself onto one of them, happy for a solid place to set down, for once. This was as good a place as any to rest. She finished the rest of her energy drink and stowed the can in her backpack (figuring that she could probably use it for something), then tried her best to relax. She looked over the temple.

"Wish I knew something about archeology or anything like that," she said, shrugging. "Maybe then I'd be able to figure out something about this place, maybe find out where I am. As it is, the best I can do is, yep, it's a temple alright. Swell."

She fell back onto the altar and groaned.

"This is all pointless," she said. "I'm probably going to die on this island, and the only thing I can think about is how goddamn horny I am."

She sighed as she began to wriggle out of her shorts. At least there was nobody around to see her. When she needed relief, she could get it whenever she wanted. And boy did she need relief. As she tossed the shorts aside, she spread her legs and looked down between them. Her puffy nether lips were swollen to almost twice their usual size, and so damned sensitive that just walking around was stirring her up. It was positively maddening. But at least there was one way to make it go away for a little while. Scooting back a bit, she lifted one of her legs and began to rub at her pussy. Almost instantly, she could feel herself getting wet. She started to rub a bit faster, running her fingers across her inner folds a few times before plunging two of them into her depths. Most days, she'd need to build up a little bit before going straight for the sweet spot. But not today, not at the peak of her estrus. She went from zero to sixty in the space of about three seconds.

Using her other hand to brace herself, she finger-fucked herself with more and more intensity, panting and moaning, until finally, she threw her head back and moaned as a small gush of her fluids spilled out onto her seat, and she fell down, limbs splayed out.

"Whew," she said. "I needed that... and I'll probably need another one in about thirty minutes. God, I'd give my left foot for something to fuck right now!"

She suddenly became aware of a faint vibration, and of something near her growing warmer. The vibration began to intensify, and she sat up with a start.

"Oh, great," she said. "An earthquake? This is just what I needed!"

But soon she realized that the ground wasn't vibrating, only her seat was. She sat up with a jolt, only to realize that the altar was giving off a faint glow, and it was strongest in the spot where she was sitting... specifically, in the spot where she had climaxed. Before she could even question what was going on, the glow coalesced, getting brighter and brighter, until it flashed in front of her eyes.

"Finally," said an ethereal voice. "I accept your act of worship, supplicant! I am here to grant you my blessings!

As the spots cleared from Elise's vision, she saw... something. It was faint, almost like an afterimage, but it had the vague shape of a face adorned in an elaborate headdress. She blinked, rubbing her eyes.

"You do not appear to be a supplicant," said that same voice.

"I've gone crazy," said Elise. "The sea madness has set in and I'm hallucinating. I'm seeing ghosts now. Wonderful. Wonderful."

"I am no ghost!" said the figure; though it had no shape, the voice had a somewhat masculine edge to it. "I am a god! The guardian of this island!"

Elise looked around, curiously. "...You did a pretty lousy job of it," she said, shrugging.

The shape seemed to look around a little. "Yeah, it's... been awhile," he said. "You're the first worshipper I've had in a few hundred years. Hence the weak manifestation."

"But I wasn't worshipping anything," said Elise. "I was just... um..." She felt herself blush.

"You certainly were just," said the god, sounding more than a little lecherous. "I am a god of love and fertility. When you gave yourself pleasure upon my altar and anointed it with your essence, that was an act of worship to me, and I drew power to from it."

Elise rubbed her eyes again. This was completely crazy. But it had been a crazy sort of week. She had nothing to lose by indulging this... thing, and if he turned out to be just be a hallucination, she was no worse off than she was before.

"Power?" she said. "So can you do, like... any god things? Miracles or anything like that?"

"Of course!" he said. "What is it that you desire!"

"Some food that didn't come from a plastic wrapper would be wonderful," she said. "Can you do that?"

The figure began to shimmer before her, and he began to chant in a language that Elise didn't recognize. There was another flash, and the next thing she knew, there was a ripe banana in her hand. She looked down at it.

"One banana?" she said. "It's... nice, I guess, but is this all you got?"

"I mean, in my defense," he said, as she peeled and ate the banana, "I work with what I'm given. If you want more, you're going to have to do more than just a quick rub-off."

"So, what, do you want me to do it a few more times?" she said. "I can probably manage that."

The figure shook his head. "That will give me enough power for some little boons," he said. "If I had more worshippers, then maybe that would amount to something. But with just you? I'm going to need more."

Elise looked dubiously at the god. Then she shrugged again. "I don't see any other gods around here," she said. "So hallelujah, praise whatever your name is, feed me please."

The god laughed. "Good effort, but it's going to take a bit more than that," he said. "I can most certainly satisfy all that you desire. You could have food and drink the likes of which you could never dream of. But in order to do that, you must completely and utterly pledge your body to me. You must become, in a way, my high priestess, my holy vessel."

"Again, not exactly seeing a lot of alternatives here," said Elise, gesturing all around her. "So what do I have to do? Do a dance, sing a song?"

The god laughed again. "Come into my temple and I will show you," he said,, floating off toward it. Elise followed, not sure what she was expecting.

The inside of the temple was very similar to the outside, which was to say, in a state of disrepair. It was well-lit, if only because so much of the ceiling and walls were missing that the difference between inside and outside was largely a matter of semantics. But there was one thing that stood out. Sitting against the back wall of the temple was a large statue, and in contrast to its surroundings, it was absolutely pristine.

It was made out of what looked to Elise, who was admittedly not an expert, like polished marble, smooth and shiny. It was of a humanoid figure seated in a lotus position, its features indistinct, save for two things: The elaborate gold-plated headdress that it was wearing, and the enormous stone erection that rose up from its lap. It was quite large, easily at least a foot in length, and as thick around as a soda can.

"Oh," said Elise, as she looked it over.

"Yes, indeed," said the god. "I trust I don't exactly have to write you out a set of step-by-step instructions?"

"No, I think I get the picture," said Elise. She couldn't help herself. She broke down laughing.

"So, just so I'm clear," she went on, as she wiped the tears from your eyes, "You want me to 'worship' you through this thing, and then you'll be all charged up with godly mojo and can summon me up a few cheeseburgers or something?"

"Crudely put but broadly accurate," said the god. "It's not as simple as that, though. You can't just perform the act. You'll be forming a connection between your body and my essence, and it will change you. You will become my vessel, and through that, I will gain strength. Are you prepared for that?"

"Is that going to entail me getting possessed or struck by lightning or anything like that?" said Elise.

"I can't promise it will be entirely pleasant the whole way through," said the god, sounding somewhat amused. "But I give you my word that you will come to no serious harm."

Under normal circumstances, Elise would have subjected this being to a lot more scrutiny. But given the circumstances, this seemed like the best shot she was going to get.

"Well, at least you're already rock hard for me," she said, as she pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. She had long since disposed of her bra; with nobody around to see her, she was at least going to maximize her personal comfort. Carefully, she approached the statue and laid a hand on its enormous cock. She had expected it to be ice cold, but while it definitely felt like stone, there was a strange warmth to it.

"So I just... hop on and enjoy the ride?" she said. "Just like that? No foreplay or anything?"

"Just like that," said the god.

"Well, then, full speed ahead," she said, carefully straddling the statue. After a few false starts, she positioned herself facing away from it, spread her lips apart, and slowly started to lower herself onto it. Elise was no size queen, and the statue was considerably bigger than anything she'd ever have inside of her, but as she felt it enter her, she found it surprisingly easygoing. Slowly, she lowered herself down as far as she comfortably could, perhaps a third of the way down its length, and braced herself.

"Alright, Rocky," she said, grinning. "Get ready, 'cause here I come!"

And with that, she started to buck her hips up and down, pumping in and out of the statue. At first, it didn't feel like much, nor had she been expecting it too. But soon, she felt something starting to build up, a strange inner warmth, almost seeming to flow out from the appendage and into her body.

"Yes," said the god's voice. Elise could no longer see its spectral form, but the voice seemed to come from all around her. "Do you feel that?"

"Y-yes, I do!" she gasped, as the warmth grew more and more intense, radiating out from the point of penetration in pleasurable waves. "That feels... holy shit, it feels so good!" She began to pump the stone cock into and out of herself faster and faster, working it a little bit deeper into her with every thrust.

"That feeling within you," said the god's voice, which now had a sultry edge to it. "What you are feeling is my essence... does it feel good?"

"So good!" moaned Elise, bringing one of her hands up to grope a breast.

"Do you want more?" said the god.

"Please!" she cooed. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, vaguely aware of her juices running down the stone shaft.

"Then pledge yourself to me," said the god. "Pledge your body to me, so that you may be infused with all that I am, so that you may be my avatar in this world, and in turn, I shall see to it that you want for nothing. I shall give you pleasures the likes of which you can scarcely imagine."

"Yes, I want all of that!" moaned Elise. "I swear, I pledge, I do... whatever, just please, I never want this to stop!"

"It will be done," said the god, its voice barely above a whisper. Elise heard a sound like a distant thunderclap, felt her body tense up, and then, a moment later, the warmth within her turned into a wildfire as she had the most intense orgasm of her life.

Panting heavily, she pulled herself off of the statue's cock and slid down onto the floor, huffing and puffing with exhaustion. But that strange warmth within her lingered.

"Yes, good," said the god. "The pact has been sealed. It begins!"

"What begins?" she said, looking around and seeing nothing.

"Life."

Before she could ask what he meant, she suddenly put her hands to her middle as she felt a sharp sensation. It wasn't quite a pain, but the intensity of it knocked the wind out of her. Something within her was churning, roiling, bubbling forth. Her skin felt hot and tense. And then... she felt it.

Something was pressing hard against her hand, and it took Elise a moment to realize that it was her. She looked down just in time to see, right before her eyes, the site of her belly beginning to grow. The once-flat surface was slowly puffing out, almost like an inflating balloon, growing fuller and fuller. She was aware of the sensation of her body stretching, and felt like it should have been painful, but if there was pain, it was merely an afterthought. Whatever was happening to her, it felt good.

"What the fuck is going on?" she said, trying to get up, but finding she couldn't.

"You are becoming my vessel," said the god. "Together, you and I have created a new life!"

"A new... what?" she said, as her belly continued to puff out, and that was when she saw it. It was getting bigger, yes, but it also had a distinctly domed shape to it. A shape that could only mean one thing. "I'm... pregnant?!"

"Isn't it wonderful?" said the god, taking shape before her again, looking slightly less wispy than he had before. "Look at you! You're perfect!"

"I'm... what?!" she said, running her hands over herself as she grew out more and more, out beyond the size of a beach ball. "What am I supposed to do now? What does this even- nngh!"

She was interrupted by a sharp cramp inside of her, and she felt a strange sensation in her lower regions as an enormous gush of fluid was ejected from her still-engorged pussy. "Oh fuck!" she cried, squirming in place. "Am I... am I in labor?"

"You are bringing the life we created into the world," said the god. "Do not be alarmed."

"I'm a little alarmed!" she said, trying to right herself. She managed to get up into a sort of squat, leaning against the statue's legs, as the cramping sensation inside of her got stronger and stronger by the minute. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, what do I do?"

"I think you know what you need to do," said the god. "I can feel your energy... you are powerful! Just relax and let it happen. Trust your instincts. Listen to your body."

As the cramps intensified, she realized that the god was right; she did know what she needed to do. And she needed to push. Gritting her teeth, she steeled herself against the statue, and as the pain built up, she did just that, feeling the life within her shift downward as it struggled to be free of her body. And it felt... strange.

Elise had expected it to be absolutely agonizing, like she was being torn apart. She remembered hearing one of her co-workers who had just gotten off of maternity leave talking about it. But while there was some pain, it was largely subsumed by another, much more pleasant feeling.

"What the fuck," she moaned, putting a hand down her groin. "It... it feels good!"

"This is my domain," said the god. "I am a god of love and fertility! The creation of new life should be a celebration, not an ordeal!"

Before she could comment any further, she felt the urge to bear down again, and bear down she did. She could feel it pushing down her passage, stretching her out more and more, and as it did, she rubbed her pussy harder and harder. The contractions got more and more intense, and she barely got a moment to rest in between pushes... but in truth, she hardly wanted one. With her latest effort, she could feel her pussy begin to spread open, and let out a cry.

"Oh my fucking god," she panted. "This is... this is happening! I'm giving birth! I'm giving birth and it feels so fucking good!" She reached down, feeling the baby's head starting to crown, and let out a moan. And with that, she gave in, putting everything she had into pushing, working it out of her more and more, harder and faster.

If the orgasm that fucking the statue had given her was good, then the one that came with giving birth was beyond compare. The words had not yet been invented for how good it felt, as the baby stretched her out, slowly emerging from her body and into her waiting hands.

Finally, with a lustful gasp, she felt the little body slip free from hers, and slipped back down into a sitting position again, lifting it up. Nestled firmly in her grasp was a little canine girl, similar to herself, save for some unusual colored patterns in her fur.

"Hello there, little one," said the god. "Welcome to the world."

"I... I did this," she said. "This is... my baby."

"This is our baby," said the god. When Elise looked up, what stood before her was no mere image, but a fully embodied form made of shimmering blue light, standing proud before her. "And I have not forgotten my end of the bargain."

With a wave of his semi-translucent hand, the whole temple was surrounded in a vibrant blue light. When it faded, Elise could see that one of the old stone tables along the walls had rebuilt itself, and it was piled high with fresh fruits and vegetables, meats, cheeses, everything she could want.

"You weren't kidding," she said, as she held her baby close. "You did all that?"

"And I can do more, too," said the god, offering her a hand to help her up. She took it, and found him as solid as she was. "There was once a civilization here. Nothing grand, we were quite small, but we were happy. But that was a long time ago. Now... perhaps we can build something again."

"I'm guessing that in order to do that, you'll be needing more power?" said Elise, smirking at him. The god simply nodded. She looked down at her baby, and smiled.

"I think I might be able to manage that."

~*~

Two anthros - a young equine man with a palomino hide and a slightly older Holstein cow woman - stood on a beach. It was a beautiful beach, and a beautiful day to be on it. The woman was busy pulling supplies off of the boat that had taken them there, while the man was surveying the surroundings.

"You could help out a bit, Warren," said the woman, as she set a trunk down and mopped her brow.

"Sorry, Fiona," said Warren, as his gaze fell over the treeline. "It's just gorgeous here. Can you believe this island is uncharted?"

"I mean, it's right in the middle of nowhere," said Fiona, shrugging. "But that's why we're doing this survey, right?"

"This is my favorite part," said Warren, throwing out his arms. "We're the first people to step onto this soil, exploring the unknown, expanding the-"

he was interrupted when something bounced off of his head. Curiously, he looked down and retrieved the object. It looked like a ball made from tanned leather. He turned it over in his hands.

"Hey, can I have that back?"

Both researchers looked up, seeing a small canine girl, no more than ten or eleven years old, looking up at them. She was dressed in simple clothing made of animal hides, and her brown fur bore some strange patterns in it. Tattoos, maybe?

"Do you... live here?' said Fiona, as Warren tossed the ball back to her.

"Yup," she said, grinning.

"I thought this island was deserted?" said Warren.

"I mean, I live here," said the girl, giggling. "So I guess not."

Fiona and Warren shared a look. Either somebody had messed up big time, or something was seriously weird about this island.

"Are you here all by yourself?" asked Warren, kneeling down to get closer to her eye level. "Were you in a wreck or something?"

"No, of course not!" she said. "Don't be silly. My whole family is here! We were born on this island."

"Your whole family?" said Fiona.

Just then, there was a distant rustling, causing the two surveyors to look up. From the treeline burst forth at least a dozen more children, all of varying ages, assembling before them and giving them a curious look, ooh-ing and ah-ing. All canines, and all bearing similar patterns in their fur.

"Hey!" said a new voice from the treeline. "Slow down, I can't keep up! What are you all looking at, anyway?"

The children parted, and a new figure stepped out from the brush. She was a canine woman, full-bodied with a thick, curvy figure. Unlike the young ones, she was quite nude. She had two more children - an infant and a toddler, by the looks of things - in her arms, each one suckling from one of her plump, low-hanging breasts. And she was quite heavily pregnant, as well.

Fiona and Warren's jaws hit the ground as they took in the sight. The woman looked them over, then let out a hearty laugh.

"If you're here to rescue me," said Elise, "then I appreciate it, but think I'll have to pass."