FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A club by the name of Heat sat in Dewclaw with its doors opened to any clientele with an affinity for fire or even just an interest in it. It was a popular spot because of the workers who performed their art and gave themselves to the people attending private shows and more. A particular dancer was one of the shining stars of the club. She was a painted gator admired by all with scales in colors of pink and velvet, eyes burning gold and bright enough to ensnare anyone who stared at her for too long. Her performances were regarded by regular customers and new alike with awe. Many considered her the best the club had to offer. It was too bad that this bright star burning within the club often times felt so horrible. Florbet sat in her dressing room with eyes shut and lights dimmed. The scales of her body did not reflect the pinks and velvets that the clamoring crowds were used to, rather they were dull grays and muted whites. Florbet was cold. She could feel a chill running down her spine despite the fact that the club was kept warm for their particular clientele. There were little aches and pains the kissed the various corners of her body from her joints to her neck and she sighed when she thought about getting up on stage today. Calling in would have been the smart idea, faking some sort of illness besides the one that made her scales dull and terrible but that would bring up questions about her abilities and perhaps worse than that would cause people to pity her. Florbet had an image to maintain, a world to cater to with her own two claws. There was no time to feel bad, no time to let her body rest when she had to be the club's bright and shining sun. In and out the painted gator began to breathe, the heat from the air gathering inside of her. Her scales began to flicker and glow while she clung onto the thought of being the sun. The heat kept on growing and growing inside of her until her scales were a beautiful pink with striped velvet. She got up from her seat and opened her eyes, and there she was, on stage with the lights burning bright, her arms raised up high, the crowd cooing and crying out for her while the flames began to close around her. There was no way she could let herself burn out, not yet.

The crowd was ecstatic that she was here on stage and Florbet drank that all in while desperately pushing down the ice into her gut where it remained a constant reminder only somehow dulled by the sound of the people and the feeling of the flames encroaching. She wore nothing but a few touches of silk along her arms and waist that hid absolutely nothing. As the fire loomed nearby, she ran a claw through it and began to spin on stage, at first in a slow rotation out toward the crowd to bring the flame over their heads and then in a quick motion as she clung onto the center pole with both legs and a single arm to carry the fire up in the sky as her scales sparkled in the embers crying out along with the crowd.

Florbet was absolutely radiant at this moment, people's eyes taking in every detail of her body and performance while she went through the motions but that was it, the entire dance was just going through an automated sequence. The fire inside of her was already out and keeping her scales so pretty and so bright for the people took more and more out of her as she went on. Those cheers kept her from slipping, the elated feeling of being worshipped keeping her from gasping as the motions of her dance brought a mixture of various different paints to her body. The only thing she allowed herself was to keep her eyes closed as she held her head up as if she were better than everyone else, but truly, her eyes were shut so she could focus inward on the sensations other than the pain.

When she finally opened her eyes, it was to slip free of the pole, the flames gathering around her, bathing her in a heat so wonderful that she almost nearly forgot about the pit of ice in her gut. She sighed aloud and raised her arms, allowing the strips of cloth to fall and flutter off as the flames raged and tore them from her. She was swallowed in a torrent of fire that rose above her head and to the ceiling of the club obscuring her for just a few seconds where she could have allowed herself to hide, to rest for a few seconds but such a lapse would have been the end of her and so she kept up the act.

When the flames finally died, she was on one knee with her hands on the ground, face out toward the crowd who were all staring at her with wide eyes full of heat. Slowly, she got up and bowed, the people clapping and calling for more even though the show was over. Perhaps, on a good day, she would have given them more but she had a private show to attend to still and she needed every little bit of energy she could conserve. No one would have noticed anything at all. After all, she was nearly certain that there hadn't been anyone in the crowd that knew her intimately.

Florbet moved off of the stage and through the club with her head held high and a curved smile. She swayed her hips and let her tail flick from side to side while the people drooled after her. The worship, the hunger, and passion she felt emanating from the people around her helped with pushing her toward being able to bear with the ice inside of her and she kept on walking without falter despite the fact that she could barely recognize anyone at this point. The pain had become a thronging and dull constant that made it difficult to make out shapes but she knew where to go and knew what to do.

She met up with her customer at the bar, taking a few drinks that numbed the sensations just a bit more despite the fact that she wasn't the sort to drink before a job. No one gave her a second glance and her customer just laughed along with her as they started heading back toward a private booth. He was a canine of sorts, tall and loud. His shape, his name, who he was might have mattered at a different point but right now all she wanted to do was get it over with.

The booth was a curtain off area with plush and velvet pillows set everywhere. There were private areas with poles for dancing and ones with little additions to help private shows but this booth, in particular, was for customers who wanted one thing and one thing only. Florbet's customer began to rattle off something about being nervous, something about being uncertain about what he really wanted and to that, Florbet seized her opportunity. She grabbed the canine by the scruff and pushed him back onto the pillows before sliding onto him. Her tail lifted the skirt he wore to let his erection slide against her thighs and up against her rear while she clasped his cheeks and pushed her mouth against his. The heat of his lips was almost enough to make her shudder as she drank it in along with the warmth of his shaft grinding against her slit. She dragged her body up and brought it down to take the tip of his cock and let it press inside of her while their tongue's met in a heated kiss.

Florbet knew that this wasn't entirely correct. She would have taunted him, would have teased and coaxed him out but instead, she was rushing things. Luckily, the customer seemed pleased as his hips moved to meet her motions and push his shaft deep inside of her. The feeling of being stretched helped with her focus, helped with her body coping with the feeling of icy spikes spreading through her while she started to move. Staying in motion kept the ice away as the heat inside of her kept on building bit by bit thanks to the canine pounding inside of her. It took all of her concentration to keep on moving in spite of what was happening inside of her and when the kiss finally broke off, she bit down on his neck not to enhance his experience, but to keep herself from whimpering. She was supposed to give off the air of a dominatrix, of a queen and here she was biting onto some idiot canine just to keep herself sane. The appearance was there, the motions were there but the truth was something else entirely as she kept on riding the canine with the intent to milk him dry and put this to a close as fast as she could.

It wasn't long before she started getting lost in the motions entirely, her body's needs ignored as she sunk to the feeling of being penetrated and gasped out to the canine's ear to bring him closer. His own paws were dragging across her body, her scales unusually sensitive to touch as she arched toward it. Perhaps that little addition was more of a turn on than anything as the canine's touch became more firm, his movements quicker and his breath unbearably hot against her back. She could feel his knot growing, her own insides tightening and her own orgasm starting to crawl closer and closer. Everything that was happening fought against the pain of her body, fought against the condition that drove her to hide. She started moving her hips with anger now, irritation coloring her every movement as she fought down the feeling of weakness. Florbet was not some sort of weak flower that was so easily plucked. She was strong, she was powerful, she was someone worthy of worship and admiration and she would not allow that to be taken away from her at this moment.

The painted gator tore her mouth away from the canine's neck and breathed out, "Come on? Is that all you can do? Get that knot in me now and tear it out immediately or else I won't get off from this pathetic display!"

Customers who took her knew about her attitude, knew that she was a queen and she could feel the cock inside of her hopping to attention while the canine whimpered and started pounding faster inside of her. She should have collared him, should have done something more but the rot inside of her was refusing to let her do anything else. The canine's strong paws gripped at her hips as he started to use more of his strength to slam inside of her. Each thrust jolted her and caused her to wince but she handled it with grace while she breathed out, steam pouring out of the sides of her mouth while she received the new source of pain and pleasure rolling through her until finally, the canine's knot popped inside of her.

Hot cum poured out and her insides squeezed and gushed around the canine's cock. Her toes curled, her eyes shut tight as she ground her hips down against the canine. When he was finally done, he pulled out just as she had said forcibly and she kept herself from gasping or crying out. Both of them were left panting but Florbet was the first to stand.

She took his chin, and muttered to his ear, "Come back and maybe I'll ask your name next time. Until then, I don't even know you."

Florbet started to walk away while the customer sighed happily and leaned back against the pillows. She slipped from the booth and headed out around the club moving toward the dressing rooms while quietly her mind was screaming. She had done it. Finished her performance, finished the single customer she had waiting for her attention and now she was finally able to head back to her room. When she slipped through the door, she shut it and didn't even bother locking it before her scales lost all color and the cold began to encroach on her entire body. It hurt to move as she walked toward the bed and finally, she fell on it with her eyes closed and her chin on the pillow. She could get clean later.

The cold that pulsed within her body clung around her joints and created a sort of feeling where she was both numb and aching at the same time. It was like her body was vibrating from the sensations, and yet, there was comfort to be had among the warm covers of her bed and she pushed her face further against the pillow in an attempt to bury herself. It was as close as she could get to paradise on this planet while still alive. Here among the covers she could let herself go, let the mask peel off and allow herself to exist so she could recharge and get ready for another outing. There was no one to judge if she needed a bit of time and there was nothing to worry. Even if she couldn't get to sleep, it was still a moment that she could easily cherish.

Just when the dark behind her eyes began to grow sharper and her body's aches began to fade while dreams began to slowly descend on her, she heard her door creaking open. One of her eyes cracked open and she pushed herself up slowly just as a soft voice called out in the dimly lit room, "Oy, Florbet? You okay?"

Her mind told her body to leap to action, to get up and wrap herself in the covers to hide her scales from that familiar voice but all she could manage to do in her weakened state was flop over onto her back and sit up slowly to greet the painted gator that watched her from the entrance of the room. His scales were a lovely jade with stripes along his arms in a darker shade of green and his eyes were a deep amber that reflected a sort of concern that she would rather ignore. If she remembered correctly, his name was Bastin. He was another performer in the club and a popular one at that even if he didn't seem too confident and unfortunately, he was an admirer.

When she didn't answer his question, when all she did was remain frozen in place staring at him with a small frown on her face, Bastin stepped inside of the room and let the door shut slowly, "Do you need help? I can get you something if you need it."

Finally, Florbet blew out a breath and shut her eyes so she could speak, "I don't need anything. I just...Would like some privacy while I'm like this. As you can see, I'm not as pretty as most people see me out there. I'm a sham of a reptile with dull scales only made pretty when I use magic to force them to look pretty. There. That tickled your curiosity? That satisfied what you were wondering? Why I'm so damn ugly? Why I look so fucking weird right now? Well, great. There you go, you can leave now."

There was something stinging beneath her shut eyes that she didn't want to acknowledge, something horrible in the silence that came after her statement bringing a twisted thought in her mind before suddenly, she felt strong arms around her body. When she opened an eye, Bastin was hugging her of all things. She blinked and stared at his chest for a few seconds before she registered the warmth that they were sharing. It was nice but it still felt strange to be seen and touched in this state of all things.

With a huff, she gained a bit of her vigor and gave his chest a few soft paps with the back of her hand, "Just what do you think you're doing?"

Bastin blinked and let go of her before muttering, "Sorry, I thought you could use a hug since you looked so sad but you know, I don't really think you look ugly right now. I think your scales look fine like this."

Florbet raised a brow and saw that he was looking down and tapping his claws together. Breathing in and out to calm herself just a bit, she muttered, "Right. Well, I guess I might've overreacted. I'm just not used to letting people see me like this. I'd rather not be pitied but today wasn't a great day. I have my pains and aches that come along with this condition of mine and it just doesn't feel great having someone peep at me in my weakest moments, especially someone like you who I've seen admiring me." She then frowned, eyes looking down at the bed while she continued on, "You come down to my shows and you always look so entranced, so happy to see me doing what I do best and I keep thinking, why? Your shows to me are so much better, so much more bright and vivid and yet, you hang on my words and my performances. It was, nice but now the cat's out of the bag and you can go ahead and think whatever you want."

Again, that deadly silence that spoke volumes came but it was broken by Bastin's soft voice, "I'm kind of embarrassed that I was so obvious but uh, I still admire you. If anything, even more now. You go through so much and you still come out there looking so beautiful and you do so much too. Your performances are miles better than mine no matter what you say. I don't admire you any less, in fact, I admire you more now knowing this. I'll keep it on the down low if you want but I just...Wanted to help really."

Florbet looked up at her new friend to see him staring at her with such bright and gentle eyes. They were too much like a small animal for the fact that he was such a large fellow. It was entirely endearing and just a bit annoying. With a huff, she gave his chest a half-hearted punch, "If you want to help then you can start by not treating me like some sort of flower. I can handle my pains. I just need a little time to rest and relax and I'll be good as new."

Bastin beamed, "Okay! Should I just...Uh, get out of your way then?"

She was about to tell him that it would be nice to have the privacy but she caught out of the corner of her eye the pink tip of his cock. Florbet looked down to see that he was sporting an erection and a rather thick one at that poking up at her. Rather than feel embarrassed, she took hold of it firmly and muttered, "And what do we have here."

The jade reptile hopped a little and muttered, "Sorry sorry, I just, I really like you and you're hot and I just can't help it when you're this close!"

Florbet squeezed on his shaft, staring at it while her hand started to move up and down slowly. This thing she was touching, this show of arousal was a signal that she was still beautiful to him even without her colorful scales. She liked seeing it, liked feeling it pulsing against her hand letting her know something was going right. When she leaned down to plant her mouth over it, she ignored his sudden gasp and started to pump it into her maw. She didn't force herself to ignore the cold in her body, didn't force herself to try and gather the warmth into her scales, instead, she kept herself level and allowed the cold to ebb through her while she enjoyed the heat of his cock against her tongue. Florbet was too sore, too frigid to even think about riding this thing but she at least wanted to do this, at least wanted to push herself to feel his heat inside of her mouth.

Soon, he started moving his hips to pump that thick thing into her maw, her eyes closed while she let him move and her tongue curling around his shaft. Her body still ached but the warmth of his cock against her tongue created a spot of heat that promised more so long as she kept on moving. Florbet was surprised when she felt hot cum start to pour out the tip and directly down her throat. Rather than pull away, she kept her grip on his cock tight and her maw directly over it to drink every single drop that he was giving her. The heat of his seed poured down her throat and into her body creating a warm pit in her gut that sizzled against the ice of her pain.

When she pulled her mouth away she sighed, steam coming out of the sides of her mouth as she muttered, "That quick huh?"

Bastin sputtered, "I couldn't help it! I wasn't prepared for that! I was ready to just, y'know, go out and back into the club and hide my cock or something but you just grabbed it out of nowhere! I'm so embarrassed now I barely know what to say!"

"But you're saying a lot." Chuckled Florbet.

The jade painted gator opened his mouth and then clamped it back shut before looking away, "Uh...Thank you?"

Florbet shook her head, "Nah...Thank you. It felt nice being appreciated like that. Maybe come around when I'm not feeling like garbage and I can do more than blow you."

Bastin cleared his throat, "Gosh...That sounds great but really, if we did anything could...Could you teach me about your routine sometime?"

She blinked and tilted her head, "Why would you want to know about that?"

"Well." Her new friend began, "Your performances are so much better than mine. I don't really want to ape your technique but maybe you could give me advice on my own performance or ideas for something new. I just...I really like dancing and showing off for a crowd and I want to get better at it. Sex is fine too though."

Florbet chuckled, "Okay if you want lessons, I guess I can do that too. Never really thought I'd be teaching anyone. Especially not someone without performances as good as yours." When she saw the color touch the scales of his cheeks she continued on, "What you do with your own scales, making them light up orange and scattering that dust with magic? That shit is awesome so I don't think you have much to improve on but hey, maybe we can do a duo act sometime? Really fire up the crowd, right?"

Bastin beamed at that, "I would love nothing more than to do a duo act! But um oh, shouldn't...Shouldn't I be leaving you to rest right now?"

The painted gator did feel tired, she did feel weak and more than anything, she just couldn't argue with that. With a sigh, she nodded but reached around to give him a gentle embrace and mutter, "Thanks for not freaking out."

He returned the embrace gingerly before getting up to head out of the room. She watched him until the door was closed and then fell right onto her back with her eyes shut and her hand on her stomach to feel the warmth glowing there. Florbet was exhausted, physically, emotionally and she was pretty sure she was exhausted spiritually somehow too. She hadn't expected anyone to see her, especially someone that knew her even in the most remote manner. Perhaps it was the wrong takeaway but she would have to learn how to hide better, how to keep her pain from being noticed, and yet, such thoughts only made her feel tired in a manner that strained her mind. She could think about it later, maybe after a nap or two.