FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Why is it," Serule, the blue-feathered toucan, said to himself, "that whenever you find something you really want, you just happen to be broke."

He was standing outside of the tropically themed storefront of Zap's Apps, staring at a poster for Starlfoox 7, the smash new hit, sequel to the critically acclaimed cult classic Starlfoox 6: Revenge of the Bar'el Rall. He could just imagine it now - the characters, the environments, the story. There was just one... Small obstacle.

"$69.69?" Serule muttered. "Since when did games get so expensive?" he had just finished shopping for food, and payday was still a week away. He didn't need to check his wallet. He knew it was way too much. He sighed, his white-striped beak forming into a pout. "Didn't want to play your stupid game anyw- oh hello, what's this?"

Serule bent forwards, tailfeathers flicking as he spotted another poster, lower down.

- Need cash fast? -

Earn $1000 for 8 hours of your time*!

No skills required! Walk-ins welcome!

Males only. *Continuous attendance at facility required.

There was also an address and an instruction to "Ask for Ruby". Serule thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. It wasn't, he reasoned, as if he had other plans today. It didn't mention the exact sort of work, but shifting a few boxes or some menial data-entry wouldn't be difficult. They must be desperate, he thought, to be offering so much money. Luckily it was right around the corner.

Serule approached the doors of Gape Inc. with some degree of nerves. It was a tall, intimidating glass building with a lot of folks moving around in coats and suits. He felt even more out of place as he stepped inside and into the large, white-walled reception area and timidly approached the desk to ask for Ruby.

The secretary bird, whose name tag informed Serule her name was "Winny", barely looked up from her computer screen. "Through the door to the left," she said. "Ruby will be with you presently."

The blue Toucan did as he was asked, shuffling through the door anxiously.

"Ah, new applicant?" a squeaky voice said as he made his way through the door. "Please, be seated."

It took Serule a few moments to work out where the voice was coming from as he shuffled delicately into a seat at a big, wide, white table. On the table were mixes of piles of paper and stationary, which all looked quite messy and disorganised. It was only when a small mouse popped up from the other side of the paper that he realised this was the source of the voice.

"Toucan, yes?" "Uh, my name is Serule."

"Blue, white-stripes," she said as she darted across the table. Serule recoiled a little bit as she came right up to his stomach and looked down at his feet. "No special footwear required, good."

"Thanks?" Serule said uncertainly. "I'm here a-"

"Voice not the best, at least on first listen," she continued, darting back across the desk and grabbing a large sheet of paper. "Toucan will fill this out," she said, as she struggled to lift and hand the sheet to Serule. It was a single sheet, but with some incredibly dense and small handwriting.

"Uh, okay," he scanned it quickly, but suddenly felt quite nervous as he read phrases so swimming in legalease that he it barely made sense. Something about working time directive waivering and declaration of fit and healthy all parts in-tact. "I'm sorry I thought this was just a one-off thing?"

"Understand big bird's concern," the mouse said, suddenly smiling and looking him right in the eye. Before now, Serule had rather been under the impression he was little more than a piece of meat. "All our Quality Assurance executives have to sign this."

"Quality Assurance?" Serule said. He supposed that might explain the money, but what about the no-skills requirement?

"Can I get you a drink?" the mouse said.

"Uhh, no I'm fine thanks,"

"We have the most fantastic drinks here. Very calming. Very energising. You must try," she said, clapping her hands.

Almost immediately a tall alligator stepped into the room from a hidden door that had been invisible against the wall. He grimaced at the Toucan, which was about as close to a smile as an alligator could manage, then placed a mug in front of the bird.

"Drink up, I insist," Ruby said.

"Maybe just a sip," Serule muttered. He didn't want to upset his future employer, after all.

There was a strong, perfume aroma to the drink. He wondered if it was alcoholic. Some of these new companies did have rather enlightened policies regarding what you could eat and drink on site. He took a slight sip and felt that aroma drift through his nostrils and his senses. The alligator nodded and as he placed the mug back down he swiftly stole it out from under the bird.

"Hey, I wasn't finished with-"

"The bird will sign the paperwork now," Ruby said.

"I haven't read it, yet" Serule said, picking up a pen off the desk, then hastily scrawling a signature on the bottom of the paper.

"Excellent, welcome to Gape," Ruby said.

"Wait... Why did I..." Serule said.

"Best not to worry, just enjoy."

The alligator reached into a box and pulled out a pillow. He slipped it down in front of Serule's head.

"What's that for?"

"Health and safety," Ruby said.

"Does this job have health insurance?" Serule said. "I don't feel so-" he flumped forwards onto the pillow.

It was sometime later that Serule awoke in the confines of a clear, perspex box. It was unsettling for many reasons, not least of which was the fact he had woken up on all fours, which ranked very highly in odd positions to wake up in. The second cause for concern was the bindings that had been fastened around his wrists and ankles that jangled as he tried to move, and prevented him from turning.

"Subject consciousness detected," a voice said. "Beginning quality assurance protocols."

Serule blinked blearily as fuzzy text appeared as a hologram, projected on to the inside of the box. It blinked a couple of times before the bird made out a timer, starting at 8:00:00, then counting down to 7:59:59 and continuing. At the same time he was made to gasp as he felt something brush up underneath his tailfeathers.

It was at this point the bound, bent-over bird realised he was entirely nude in a little glass box. He craned his head around in panic and saw behind him a rather powerful looking machine, at the end of which was a long pole with a distinctly shaped implement on the end. It looked remarkably like a canine penis, bright red and firm, and glistening with lubrication. Where it had touched his tailfeathers a sticky clear trail of fluid joined his body. He shivered as he looked on, the machine whirring against as the piston behind the canine dildo drove it back forwards again, poking at his tailfeathers once more.

Serule pulled on his restraints, tugging first with his left, then with his right arm. They gave him barely more than a few inches of movement, so skillfully had they been tied. They also both had additional padding to ensure that no matter how he tugged he couldn't harm his wrists. As he kicked his legs he found similar restrictions, including a bar keeping his legs from closing, and though he could wiggle his body side to side the machine behind him seemed to be tracking him, and moved practically before he did.

"Calibration complete. Beginning insertion," the machine said, mechanically.

Serule watched on in panic as there was a sudden inflating noise and the dildo behind him swelled up several sizes, growing in length and clicking as some internal mechanism made parts of that mechanical penis jut out and tighten, the false skin over that member looking even firmer than before.

"Uhhh, nice machine, but I'm just not really ready for-"

There was a squirt from the tip of that member - another blast of lube, which made the bird yelp as the cold liquid hit his backside. His tailfeathers reflexively rode up, as if trying to escape the chill, but as a consequence, they left those blue-feathered cheeks completely unguarded, and his tailhole glistening in lubed-up tightness.

The machine surged forwards, with a rapidity that made the bird tense up, but despite expecting pain, instead, after a sudden feeling of pressure from that canine dick finding it's way between his plump blue cheeks, he felt a sudden surge as his tailhole popped right open, welcoming that member into his rear.

Serule moaned, as that sudden invader slipped inside. His body shivered as he went from nothing to suddenly having two inches of penis inside of him. The machine wasn't about to let him adjust, however, and almost immediately started a steady series of pumps, driving deeper every time.

"Prostate detected, adjusting angle," the machine said, monotonously.

Serule whined, his fists forming into balls as the machine suddenly shifted upwards a tiny amount, and the tip of that canine member slammed against his prostate.

Below, Serule's member hung limp, but suddenly pulsed as a squirt of pre-cum erupted from the tip, squeezed all the way through his member by a well-placed thrust from that canine dick. The bird shivered once more, a hot and heavy panting breath escaping his beak as the machine didn't stop there, repeating that action again and again, each push against that trapped bird's rear squeezing through his hole and rolling against his prostate.

The machine was surprisingly tender, despite taking clear advantage of the bird's trapped rump, those thrusts not hammering his prostate but massaging it, squeezing it, finding all the places where the bird's inner organ had not been teased and plowing along it in methodical, responsive steps. It was all he could do to groan as his body did all it could to respond to the invasion; his tailhole clenching tightly, uselessly against that invading member and his prostate tightening as more pre-cum was milked from it.

"No, I don't- I" Serule said, as he tried to move his head down. He wanted to curl into a ball. It was so invasive to be plowed in such a way. He wanted to resist it, but he felt a tug from above as he did so. He had barely even noticed the collar that had been placed around his neck, tied to the roof of the box. As he pulled down the machine yanked it back up, making him gag for a second, as he was forced to stay put. It felt like a responsive hand as it slackened once more. It gave him just enough freedom to glance around at the member taking his rear, and no more.

Despite himself the bird was starting to get firmer. His member, finally responding to those intimate rubs against his prostate, was hardening despite himself. "Ahn... No... I'm not... Enjoying this," the bird said between pants, then moaned as a particularly firm thrust rolled against his prostate. The sensation of that canine member pushing in and out of his pucker would probably have been enough, but this was above and beyond that. Within a minute more the Toucan's member was standing proud, a long trail of pre-cum connecting it to the floor of the box.

The machine was relentless, drilling into the bird's rear again and again, that sudden warm, firm mass impossible to prevent in the bird's bound and lubed-up position. Serule occassionally tried to resist by turning one way or shifting up or down, but there was very little he could do, and every action he made he was matched by the powerfully versatile machine cock. It was unstoppable in it's persistance, humping against him time and time again. The toucan would occassionally feel his own pleasure building to orgasm, dully building in the background, spurred on by that machine's constant thrusting, only to lose it as he resisted the pleasure.

Occassionally he saw scaley or taloned feet walk past the box, but when he was craning his head to look he found it tugged away by the machine's leash. He tried to call out, but his voice only reverberated in the box, and no one came to his aid. It was sometime later when, painfully erect at this point, he felt the motions of the machine change.

It had finally, inch-by-inch, reached the full depth of that canine member, the toucan's ass widened far and loose enough to accept every inch of the dildo thrusting against it. Every inch, that is, except the knot.

Serule had spotted it earlier and gulped. He was thankful it hadn't tried to shove that in all the way at the start, but with a dreaded certainty he felt he was not going to escape it forever. His concerns were confirmed when he felt that smooth, round mass of knot press against his pucker, beneath his flicking blue tailfeathers. Here, though, the machine did not press forwards, instead settling in to hilt against his tailhole every thrust with a damp slap of it's knot. After a few minutes of this Serule was comfortable enough to relax a little - at least, as much as he could with a length of canine dick thrusting through his ring - with little fear of that knot's invasion.

It was then that Serule decided to look up. He hadn't seen the timer since the very start of this ordeal, and, if there was any hope of his escape, it would be in that expiring. He didn't hold out much hope. It had been, he thought, perhaps a half-hour. Maybe an hour at most.

7:59:59

Serule blinked. That couldn't be right.

7:59:58... 7.... 6.... 5.

He stared at it unblinking as it counted down. Occassionally moaning as that dick rolled over a sweet spot in his rear. Then there it was.

8:00:00

He groaned in horror. The clock was resetting. He looked at it in detail, trying desperately to work out what was causing it, then he saw a thin, semi-transparent wire moving from the holographic clock to the floor of the box he was trapped in. He followed it as far as he could without triggering the leash - a motion that he had steadily learnt, like an obedient bird - and saw a very pale target on the ground between his legs. There, in pale writing on transparent glass over a white floor, he saw written the following.

"By cumming on this target I consent to an extension of my role as Quality Assurance Executive at Gape Inc."

A steady pool of pre had been forming where the bird had been leaking pre-cum all over the floor.

The bird whined needily. Not only, it seemed, was he being pounded by this awful machine - it seemed even his pre-cum was enough to lock him in this torment near indefinitely. He tried to shuffle out of the way, so that he wouldn't be dripping right on the centre of the target, but he could barely shuffle left and right, and with beak pressed up against the front wall he was still leaking dead-centre. Perhaps if he climaxed he wouldn't leak so much, but the machine showed no intention of stimulating his member at all. It was focused entirely on his big round bird butt.

He tried to shuffle backwards, but it was, it seemed, in this direction that the machine was unable to adjust, and he found himself pressing tightly back against the knot, the sudden stretch making him groan as he rolled back forwards, another jet of pre erupting from his member.

8:00:00

"Screw you," Serule said bitterly. He was battered and shivering with pleasure he couldn't quite exploit, a teased bird ready to explode, but with no way of reaching his needy member. There was only one way he might be able to shuffle far enough away to keep that timer from resetting.

He shuffled backwards again, and pushed his rear back against that thrusting canine member, groaning as he felt his rump stretched some more. He felt his tailhole widening and groaned, looking backwards with his tongue hanging out. He could do it, he was sure. It would only mean stretching about... twice as much as he already was. He groaned.

"Resistance detected, expanding," the machine said.

The toucan went wide-eye'd at that, as with a few muffled clicks and an inflating sound the entire canine member swelled. If he had felt full of canine dildo before, that was nothing to how he felt now, as his tailhole expanded to accommodate that increased thickness.

"Maximum expansion achieved," the machine said, as that thicker, meatier cock resumed rolling through him and made him gasp as it felt like his entire prostate was being forced against his front, his own firmly erect member twitching below.

"I will not be beaten," Serule said, pushing back against that now even more substantial knot. He was thankful it was so well lubed, as even stretched as he was it was barely even a little painful. There was only one way out of this he could see, and that was - he gulped - to take the whole thing.

It took several minutes of careful, whining, groaning, moaning pressing against that insistent canine dildo, but soon Serule felt himself being stretched as far as he could go, a jolt between each thrust of that member signaling the squeezing of almost half a knot into his rear at each thrust. It seemed to be meeting him, encouraging him, wanting him to take that knot, almost like a horny dog itself, that had been edging for far too long.

If that was the case, Serule knew how it felt, his blue-feathered balls felt like they were ready to burst. A steady fwap sound filled the cage as each slam of canine knot between his pert cheeks left a smear of lubrication. He was just going to have to go for it.

Serule pushed back with all the strength he could muster, riding back against that canine dildo on a particularly firm thrust, he moaned as the combined feeling of that dick driving deeper and stretching wider than before threatened to overwhelm him, but still he determined and pressed back, until with a pop he felt that extra inch and half of knot penetrate through him, slipping through his ring, and his body jutting backwards against the machine.

He groaned as that sudden mass, taking all of that dildo's cock, all of that sexy canine meat pushed him over the edge, and the bird finally, whining exhaustedly, felt his balls clench and his cock unload, tensing up against his belly as he shot rope after rope of white cum, erupting haphazardly on the floor of the box. The machine halted for a moment as he trapped that knot inside, clenching reflexively as his whole body shuddered. He looked up at the timer, already knowing what it would read.

8:00:00... 7:59:59

"Ahn... Ahn... Ahn... Least I'm not leaking on the target no more." Serule said with a sigh, until suddenly he felt a tug from behind. The machine was starting again, this time pulling back. "Ahn... No... I'm not ready," he said, but it was heedless, as the machine pulled and tugged, until his ass rolled back over that knot once more and it popped out... Then immediately started pushing back in again.

"No... You can't," he protested, his ass gaping for all to see, then steadily accepting that knot once more, the machine slowly thrusting inwards, until another pop could be heard, the over-stimulated toucan shivering as he went from feeling almost empty again as it dragged backwards to suddenly stuffed full once more. It wasn't long before the machine had built of a pace of knot-fucking the gaping Toucan, who desperately tried to resist the urge to scoot forwards as his ass was expanded again and again, each pop making him squirm. He groaned as his spent member bounced again, and he felt another roll of pleasure, like he was suddenly, despite barely into the afterglow of his first orgasm, about to orgasm again.

But the machine had slowed down, as if wanting to keep him as pent-up as possible. He could almost imagine the machine enjoying itself, tormenting his rump, making him squirm and squalk. He glanced back behind, trying to get a good look at the thing for the first time. He saw lots of parts that he didn't quite understand, and a green display that he could just about read. It read "Cycle 1, in progress." Curious, he looked up at the machine and saw that the piston currently abusing his rump was attached to a cog that could automatically be rotated and switched out. Above, there was a bewildering array of attachments. Some looked like bird cocks, some were definitely horse, and a few Serule was sure couldn't belong to anything that was actually real at all. He vaguely remembered something from the contract he had glanced over. Something between the mountains of legalease, words to the effect of "All participants agree to a minimum of 8 cycles."

Serule gulped. It was going to be a long, and by all accounts, hard, day.