FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Freebies Vol. 72

Stream Theme: The Leak

Stories written live from February and March of 2019 on the Nocturnal Transmissions channel. Stories are based on prompts submitted by the players, one of which was randomly chosen each round. Characters are © their respective players.

Jayce And the Magic Underwear

feat. Jayce

Round 3 YCH Random Draw

The package looked normal, though Jayce wasn't sure who sent it. Normally any packages he ordered from Amoozon arrived in black and white boxes, but this one was a simple medium brown. The shipping label showed Jayce's address, but no return address. The box was marked with several "URGENT" and "FOR IMMEDIATE DELIVERY" stamps using bright red ink. The postage paid date was for today, but when Jayce looked at his phone, he saw it wasn't even 10 in the morning yet.

Curious, the lion carried the package from the step of his front door back into his apartment and into the kitchen. The fit feline's long tail swished behind him as he strutted towards the counter, depositing the box on top before using a claw to slice neatly across the tape holding the flaps closed. A puff of pink-tinged air clouded outwards like a mushroom, surrounding Jayce's face. He coughed at the sweet and sickly scent and waved his paw in the air as he peered into the box.

His brown eyes opened wide and his lips pressed together when he saw the clear outlines of a pair of panties and matching bra laying inside on a specially-made stand, so that both parts were on full display with no folds or wrinkles. Jayce stared for a moment, studying the black and white Holstein pattern on the scant bits of fabric.

Had he been drunk one night and ordered this? No, he'd remember. And there'd been nothing like this in his order history the last time he checked. Plus, this was marked for delivery just today, and he hadn't even been on his computer this morning.

But it was his name on the address label on the outside of the box and, he realized, a piece of paper inside the box, tucked neatly along the side of the plastic garment display. He plucked it out with his claw tips and unfolded it, scanning the words quickly.

"Hello, valued customer!

We are pleased to inform you that you have been randomly chosen to participate in a consumer satisfaction survey! As you know, Hyperion Select prides itself on producing the absolute best of the best when it comes to home and hotel luxury bedding. We're proud to announce we are expanding into additional consumer textile products!

Please wear this complementary B*W COWKINI - MALE FIT #1109AX outfit. In one week, a representative from Hyperion will visit to personally interview you about your satisfaction with this garment!

Questions? Please call 1-555-HYPERION."

Jayce folded the paper back together and set it on the counter next to the box, then returned his attention to the bikini. Or rather, cowkini, as the paper described it. Calling it meant for a "MALE FIT" was a bit of a stretch. Jayce was slim and fit, with a solid belly showing the hints of a six pack, but he wasn't sure he'd be able to slide that blotchy black and white pouch around his hips...

The lion shook his head. He wasn't going to wear it, of course, because they were ridiculous. Far too tiny. And why would he need to wear such a skimpy and revealing top? The lion's chest was nice and firm, but definitely not large enough to require any kind of support.

Jayce snorted and turned away for a moment. He'd leave the box for a week, explain that it wasn't his style to the rep when they arrived, and that would be that.

The fabric felt nice, though.

Jayce shook his head, trying to clear the fog. How did his hand end up in the box? He looked around, wondering what felt off, but there was nothing out of the ordinary in his kitchen. The fridge hummed in the corner, the oven was off, the taps quiet. The air conditioning was going, which meant it was probably already hot out like it had been all week. The lion's nostrils twitched and for a moment he thought he caught a hint of a scent, rosy and warm, followed by a deep flush in his belly. The lion's jeans slid down before he realized what he was doing, but he didn't try to stop himself as he quickly pulled off his boxer briefs and t-shirt as well, tossing them through the door into the living room in a pile.

His fingers slid across the displayed bikini top, caressing the smooth material with his finger tips. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as a rush of heat swept up his spine, sending thrills into his brain and pushing his pink shaft free of its sheath. Without another thought crossing through his foggy mind, the lion pulled the top free and around his arms, too dazed to notice as the unusual smells grew stronger and a faint pink mist blew from the air conditioning vents in the corners.

Jayce's fingers twitched as he fastened the bra-like bikini in the back. It squeezed up his chest, but a cutout allowed a short patch of tawny gold fur to press through the reveal. The black and white bovine pattern continued as it wrapped around his neck. The fit was tight, but comfortable, Jayce shivered as he felt his nipples rubbing against the soft and supple insides of the bikini top.

The bottom was next. The lion's fingers trembled as he stepped into them before pulling it up against the lie of his fur. Each motion sent shivers down his spine as the entire room took on a decidedly pink hue thanks to the billows of airborne chemicals spilling through the shared ventilation ducts of his apartment building on the SynTech campus. Too lost in the rapturous feeling of donning the unusual garment, however, Jayce didn't notice as he inhaled more and more of the insidious agent...

The pouch curled around his half-hard shaft, pulling it in tight along the swell of his golden-furred balls, outlining his package indiscreetly. Thin straps rose up around his hips, meeting in the back just above his tail. The third strap dug in between his plump rump cheeks, sending another shiver up his spine as he turned back to the box, realizing there was one additional piece to the garment he'd neglected to see earlier.

A thankfully muted bell clanked dully inside a large golden bell as Jayce lifted it out of the box and towards his neck, where he fastened the black collar to which was attached around his neck above the seam of the bikini top. He did it without thinking, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. As soon as he fastened the buckle of the collar, the lion felt his arousal surge. His cock flexed outwards, filling the pouch and stretching it forwards. The lion clutched his palms around the edge of the counter, trying to keep his claws from scratching the surface as he humped his hips forward in the air, gasping as the smooth, supple fabric stretched around his achingly hard member.

Jayce closed his eyes, moaning as his cock twitched. He couldn't remember when he'd last felt so hard, so stiff, so needful... his tongue flopped over his lips as he crooned, gasping and groaning, desperate for release as his hips shifted and twisted, squirming at the touch of the fabric on his sensitive maleness.

His eyes flipped open and his head tipped back. With a shuddering lurch, he pumped his hips forward, squeezing his bulge into the side of the counter, curling his hardness over the rounded edge as spurts of lion cream pulsed through the material and drizzled down the sides, one thick rope blasting after another. Jayce trembled, biting at his lower lip, toes curling as the orgasm intensified. Clouds of pink chemicals swirled around him as he breathed in deep and heavy, expanding his orgasm to a full-body bliss that left him locked in place, every muscle flexing as his neurons fired endless messages of release and arousal through his messy shaft, still pumping one massive burst of musky feline seed after another, soaking through the bovine-colored fabric and puddling on the floor between his trembling legs.

The lion fell forward, body giving out as he slid across his own seed on the countertop. His arms stretched out, holding on to the other side of the kitchen island as his cock kept twitching, pulsing, cumming as hard as when he'd first started... how long ago? He couldn't tell. Mists of pink obscured his vision as he came and came, unrelentingly firing off white loads of cum, far too much to be natural, but it felt so good the feline couldn't stop, couldn't resist...

Jayce's tail curled out in a corkscrew, then twitched to the side and down. He let out a yowl of intense pleasure as pale white strands of hair sprouted from the tip, mimicking what the tip of a tail would look like on a bull. The lion's head pressed into the countertop as he shivered, moaning and gasping, finally realizing there was something wrong with the air as his eyes bulged.

The lion's claws scraped over the countertop, gouging it deep as he pulled himself towards the window, desperately stumbling forward as thick globs of seed forced their way out of his rock hard arousal and through the tight black and white cow pattern of his tight bikini bottom. His fingers fumbled at the latch before he managed to throw it open, allowing the dense clouds of accumulated mists to flood outside.

Jayce fell to the floor of the kitchen, both paws massaging his erection through his cowkini, cumming and cumming as he arched his back, crying out as the seed erupted with greater force until he thought he'd hit the ceiling. For how long he twitched on the floor in a state of unadulterated orgasmic bliss, he couldn't tell, but when he finally emerged from the stupor, he was covered in a deep and thick coating of his own cream.

The lion groped his way to his feet, steadying himself on the counters as he made his way to the bathroom. He shook his head in the clear air, wondering just what had happened and what time it was. He'd find out later - first, he had to have a shower to clear off the musky spooge clinging to his fur.

The hot beads of water from the shower head quickly washed away the accumulated mess. His fingers slid up across his hard belly, but stopped when they felt the fabric of his bikini top. The lion looked down, watching as the layers of white spooge trailed down his legs into the drains, revealing the outfit still clinging to his body.

Showering in it felt a little strange, but taking it off, Jayce knew, would feel even stranger. He toweled dry, yawning all the while, and realized he was so tired because it was almost two in the morning. How had the day gotten away from him like that? The lion passed out in his bed, too tired to even consider the implications, both hands squeezing into the bovine-colored fabric as it shifted against his skin.

Jayce woke up refreshed the next morning. He spent a little extra time in the mirror, brushing his long blonde hair until it shone. A few strands fell around his short and rounded lion ears, while more hair almost obscured the larger black and white cow ears sticking out from beneath the upper pair. Jayce stared at himself, peering at the pink insides of the large, curled-over bovine ears, wondering if he'd always had them. He was sure he had... they looked natural considering the wide pair of gleaming ivory horns jutting out from in-between and slightly to the back of the lion- and cow-ears. They curled outwards, then turned in before ending in sharp points, which faded to a dark obsidian a few inches from the tips.

The pattern on his cow ears matched the pattern on the cowkini, Jayce realized - maybe that's why he was so infatuated with the garment.

The lion's muzzle dropped as he flicked his long, bull-like tail behind him, causing the wispy-haired tip to fling through the air. He leaned forward as his hips pressed into the front of his sink counter, squeezing the black and white pouch around his sheath. It felt so good, especially when his balls squeezed around the edge and almost into the sink.

Into the sink?

Jayce looked down, gasping as his swollen testicles stretched the pouch outwards. The fabric pulled taut, but showed no signs of stress or undue tightness despite the softball-sized orbs filling it. The lion's pudgy sheath, outlined in full by the supple fabric, stretches open as he felt his arousal grow, filling his spine with fresh, lustful tingles. The lion's fingers stretched around his fat sac and growing shaft as it stretched into the pouch. His hips jiggled, causing the round, firm ham hocks stacked on his wide thighs to shift side to side. The bull-lion's muzzle dropped open as he rubbed at himself harder, more vigorously, groaning and growling in equal measure as he squeezed his fingers into his length, which stretched out and down around his overgrown sac.

The pouch distended, revealing more and more of the black and white cow pattern as the bell clanked softly at Jayce's neck. Thick beads of cum oozed through the material, heavy with musk before dripping onto the tile. The lion's eyes closed as he masturbated himself inside the cowkini, occasionally dragging one paw away from his maleness to grope at his chest or pinch his nipples. The way the fabric squeezed and smoothed across his nips made his muzzle drop open and a few fat blasts of pre-cum to fire from his swollen length, now trembling as it stretched and flexed outwards in the the tight cowkini bottom.

Jayce wasn't sure how long he came. He didn't care. The minutes of bliss stretched into hours. Hours stretched into days. With only the occasional breaks for food or showers, the lion found himself engrossed in his own body, loving how the cowkini contoured around his plush curves. His fur shortened around the third day, though it remained velvet-soft despite its new hide-like nature. His horns grew larger, lending a dominant and mature aura to the otherwise skinny-waisted lion-bull hybrid. His abs shone through his new shorter fur, along with the powerful thighs and biceps, though he retained a slim elegance overall - except for his backside. Plush, round, and firm, the twin cheeks bounced with every step the twinky lion-bull took. The black and white bikini bottom squeezed around his thighs, showing off the smooth and bare rump just the way Jayce liked to flaunt it.

For almost a week, Jayce did nothing else, finding new ways to stimulate his arousal while never once removing the wonderful, perfectly fitting cowkini the whole while. But all good things must end, and after a solid seven days of vigorous self-pleasure, the lion was roused from his damp, musky stupor by the ringing of his doorbell.

He stumbled towards the front door, one paw idly rubbing at the volleyball-sized balls stretching out the pouch draping over his muscular thighs. The lion's thick shaft stretched outwards, just as wide around as either of his roiling nuts. His backside swung, cheeks almost clapping together as he reached out for the doorknob and pulled it open.

"Hello, sir! I'm from Hyperion Select and I'm here to interview you about your satisfaction with the Hyperion Select Cowkini!"

Jayce stared at the Hyperion representative, muzzle agape, paws stilled at the sight in front of him. A midnight black hide stretched across the bulky shoulders of a full-grown, mature bull dressed in a neat white button-up shirt and khaki pants. He held a clipboard in one hand, while the other reached down to adjust the conspicuous bulge running down the right leg of his pants. His muscular thighs and calves pulled the fabric of his pants incredibly tight, outlining the fantastic girth for the lion, whose eyes fixated on the bulge with growing need.

"It appears you've worn the cowkini for the entire week. Is that correct?" the bull asked. His deep bass voice sent ripples of pleasure through Jayce's body as the twinky lion-bull nodded, wordless, only able to lick his lips with growing excitement. Jayce took a step forward and reached out, wrapping his paw around the bulge in the bull's pants.

"Very good, sir," the larger male said, grunting as his thickness swelled at the lion's touch. "Next question... have you experienced any unusual side effects as a result of wearing the cowkini?"

The lion's muzzle stretched down as his fingers undid the button of the fly on the bull's pants. The bigger male glanced up and down the empty hallway before lifting his broad, onyx hooves and moving inside, closing the door behind him. Jayce squirmed forward on his knees, fingers eagerly reaching into the bull's khaki's and dragging the enormous member free.

"I'll take that as a 'no'," the bull said, making a tick on his clipboard with his pen. "Are you completely satisfied with the fit and size of the cowkini?"

The lion's muzzle stretched open. His throat opened, swallowing the thick length deep, until his neck bulged with the size of the bull's growing arousal. The veins pumped as the massive, dark red bull-shaft thickened up, stretching Jayce's throat open even wider. The bull reached down with one hand, grasping at Jayce's right horn, then thrust his hips forward, casually and roughly throatfucking the gasping, snorting lion. The feline-bull hybrid's jaw stretched as the enormous phallus pumped deep into his throat each time, filling his nostrils with the bull's musky scent.

Between the lion's legs, his black and white cowkini stretched around the enormous arousal dragging down the hybrid's hips. Thick blasts of cum pumped through the material, creating a pool in the front hallway as the bull's massive stalk disappeared into the lion's throat again and again, each time eliciting another shudder of orgasmic bliss that only spurred Jayce on, suckling and squeezing and groping at the enormous nuts still trapped in the bull's khakis.

"Nnnngh... just a few more questions, sir," the bull groaned, roughly pulling Jayce forward by his horn and holding him down, keeping his enormous length buried as it flexed, firing off the first of many loads of thick bull-jizz down into the smaller male's belly. "Would you recommend the cowkini to your friends?"

Thick white seed poured from Jayce's muzzle and nostrils as his swollen belly stretched outwards, rounding out the hard flatness of his six-pack belly. His bovine tail flicked behind him as his cowkini-wrapped top squeezed forward into the big bull's thighs. Jayce sagged into the larger male's grip as the huge length fired off inside of him, eyes rolling into the back of his skull as an enormous burst of pleasure seared his spine and fogged his brain.

The bull's midnight black hide stretched around his shoulders as he tossed the clipboard and tugged off his shirt, then peeled his pants away from his hips. His hands stretched out, roughly tugging the gurgling lion-bull free of his massive shaft.

"Finish with the survey later," the big male snorted, eyes narrowing on the lion's cum-soaked muzzle.

Jayce let out a yowl as he slammed against the wall. His cock pulsed, splattering his cum over the paint as the Hyperion rep's muscular chest smacked into him from behind. One of the bull's hands reached around and down, roughly grabbing and squeezing at the fat maleness trapped inside the cowkini. The bull's other hand guided his still-aroused shaft between the lion's plump, firm cheeks. There was no foreplay, no gentle tease, no waiting period - neither the bull nor the lion wanted that. Instead, they pressed together as one, a violent clash ending with Jayce's belly stretching outwards as the bull's hips surged forward, squeezing him into the wall and causing a cry of absolute need to erupt from the twinky male's throat.

The bull's hooves scraped over the floor as he pumped his hips hard, fast, knocking the lion-hybrid into the wall. He leaned over, blunt teeth nipping at each of Jayce's four ears, causing both the lion and the cow sides to twitch and flicker with anxious energy. Again and again he pounded forward, rough and heavy, right to the hilt with each intense thrust. Jayce's cock erupted each time, causing a waterfall of thick lion-spooge to run down the paint between his thighs as the big male behind him pounded harder.

The Hyperion rep wrapped his hands around Jayce hips and leaned back. He snorted, nostrils flaring, watching as his fantastically large bull-cock speared into the bent-over lion as the bovine tail flattened against his chest and belly. Jayce cried out, hands going forward to hold himself up against the wall, as the bull's hips bounced forward, roughly thrusting forward only to drag him back with his strong hands, again and again and again until Jayce had to close his eyes when everything went blurry.

The bull's left hoof stamped hard, knocking against the floor, as he pushed forward, slamming the lion-bull up against the wall one last time. Jayce's fat rump flexed and squeezed, milking every inch of the big male's shaft as they came together. Jayce's arousal, still contained by the supple, smooth, and taut fabric of the cowkini, dribbled and pulsed with gallons of seed, all running down his legs and soaking into the growing puddle on the floor. Even more cum squeezed around the bull's thickness as his bloated belly flattened against the wall, forcing more back out.

The bull leaned forward, chin on the lion's shoulder, breathing hot and warm breaths of air across Jayce's sensitive ears. They stayed that way for several long minutes as Jayce's hips shifted and squeezed, feeling the bull's arousal pulse with each motion, making the lion's arousal flex anew. Constant, orgasmic moans and pleas for more dribbled from Jayce's addled muzzle as he leaned into the wall while pushing his hips back, eager for the bull to continue.

The Hyperion rep wrapped an arm around Jayce's chest, squeezing the cowkini top into the lion's slim and sexy chest, causing him to squirm rapidly as his legs dangled into the air to either side of the bull's huge balls. Leaning over, the muscular bull held the lion tight, keeping the wriggling hybrid impaled on his flexing arousal as he picked his dripping clipboard up with his free hand.

"Let's see," the bull said, trying to read the cum-soaked pages. "Final question: are you happy being a cute little bull-boy bitch for any big-dicked stud to take advantage of? It's kind of the cowkini guarantee, so please be honest, sir."

Jayce's muzzle opened as his swollen belly jiggled. His claws scraped across the big bull's arm as gravity pulled him down hard on the thick maleness, still rock hard and flexing inside his stretched, plump rump cheeks.

"Yes!"

"Excellent, sir. Now the rest of the customer satisfaction survey is very hands on... how do you feel about doggy style?"

The end