FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Sunlight just barely streamed through the window, it gave his small apartment just enough natural light for Marlo to work with. Despite its tinted surface, he could very clearly make out the surrounding megastructures, busy with the unseen life that worked from dawn to dusk without rest. An advertisement projected on the face of a passing billboard caught his attention, its soft blue hue standing out from the rest of the surrounding steel grey. It was some new pharmaceutical drug that just barely got through approval. One of those new 'temp-mods' that were going around. He saw the appeal in exploring something different without the commitment, but in his eyes all he could see was a half-assed product.

Perhaps it was just his bias speaking. The young fox could only shake his head and sigh while shifting his attention back down to the metal prosthetic sprawled across his table, cluttered among an assortment of metal bolts and intricate wiring. It took his eyes a second to focus back on the metal arm and the instruments surrounding it.

A small holographic monitor flickered to life with a nudge of his finger, just above the metal arm. Marlo cocked his head a little and repeated the same gesture - effectively resetting the device - because of an annoying visual glitch he'd been forced to deal with for the last couple of days. A few seconds later and the monitor was back up and running as intended. Its screen shifted from red, to yellow, and finally a comfortable green. A series of quickly changing numbers appeared in the upper left corner of the screen, the rest of the screen space becoming occupied with a small projection of the metal arm, just beside a series of diagnostics that changed colors depending on their status.

Marlo patiently waited until everything registered green, the small monitor moving around the table to follow his ever-shifting gaze. Humming coming from the bathroom behind him caused him to turn and have a look. He caught sight of a large silhouette, one arm raised high above the head as the body shifted to turn on its axis. As if sensing that it was being watched, the silhouette stepped away from the cloudy glass, disappearing back into the hot steam of a shower.

He shook his head, smiling softly, and turned his attention back to the arm. The monitor flickered a dull purple, awaiting further commands. Marlo shifted on his chair and, with a flick of his finger, dulled the holographic blinds so that the only thing illuminating his room was the soft hues of his monitor and the general orange lighting of a nearby lamp.

"Alright then." He licked his lips and set his gaze on the hand. The hard, cold, metal claws almost glinted under the light of the monitor. "Run program: Yara, Three."

The monitor flashed twice then shifted to green with an audible chirp of confirmation. The hand silently flexed inward to ball up into a tight first. It held that position for five seconds, constantly exerting an increasing amount of pressure as the monitor displayed a sudden wave of numbers and graphs. Marlo watched them carefully, eyes flicking to and fro as he struggled to make sense of the information. After the five seconds passed by, the hand released its pressure and relaxed back into a neutral stance.

"Run program: Yara, Three. Addendum - Decrease speed by forty percent." He couldn't help but notice the strained tone of his voice, too weak after last night.

With another green flash from the screen, the hand once more began to flex. His triangular ears twitched, swiveling a little as he leaned in closer to the arm. Only now, leaning in close and tuning in his hearing as best he could to the device, could Marlo make out the feint clack clack of the servos.

It was a well-oiled machine designed to mimic reality as best it could, maintaining comfort while enhancing user experience. For that, Marlo couldn't help but sing its praises. His monitor displayed a grip strength twice that of Yara's real left hand, which in itself was already an exceptional outlier. And yet, regardless of that, Marlo could only frown as he filtered out the most relevant information from the hundreds of diagnostics.

"O-kay." He scratched at the back of his neck, free hand reaching for a small screwdriver. "Reset program: Yara, Three. Good, now run together with program Yara, Two."

The hand clenched as the wrist slowly rotated left and right. He kept a careful gaze on his monitor, watching as each test checked green after green, until he was notified that the program had run its course. "Well, that'll do." He flicked the screen away from his eyes, which shut to black and disappeared from sight. The blinds let in some sunlight again, and with that Marlo finally settled back into his chair.

As if on cue, he heard the hot water somewhere behind him shut off. The low humming of a foreign song picked up in volume. Marlo closed his eyes threw his head back over the backrest of his chair, his nose pointed upward to the ceiling as he enjoyed the sensation of cool conditioned air brushing softly against his whiskers. The scent of humidity was prevalent throughout his apartment now, reminding him of how the air smelled just before a massive rainstorm. He crossed his arms over his lap and listened attentively to Yara's humming. Just from listening to where it came from, he could somewhat make out where she was. Now at the sink, no doubt staring at her reflection in the mirror; and now she made her way to the wall closest to the shower, where a medicine cabinet was located. Her humming grew, reaching a crescendo, and then instantly fell to silence. Her heavy, wet, footfalls were nowhere to be heard.

It was a deafening silence. Marlo furrowed his brow a little, his chest suddenly tightening with unexplained instinctual fear as a presence loomed over his right. His eyes shot open and then were quickly covered with a wet hand. His whole body tensed up, but Marlo forced himself to relax as a wet tongue fell on the top of his scalp. His ears twitched as the wet muscle drug up and down till the very tip.

"Hey, Vulpy," murmured Yara, fully embracing her inner hyena as a fit of cackling laughter filled his otherwise silent apartment. "What's got you so tense?" She pulled her hand away from his eyes and met his gaze with a smirk.

Marlo nudged his head up a little and returned her a warm smile, doing his best to settle down his quickened heart. He gave a small careful lick on the underside of her chin and reached around to lightly scratch between her ears, earning a satisfied hum in response. "Oh, you know how it is. I've heard there's a crazed creature loose in my apartment."

"Crazed?" she blinked, moving her head down to rest her chin on his right shoulder. "Oh, well that's no good, is it?"

"Maybe I should call an exterminator."

"You think an exterminator is going to get rid of your problem?" questioned Yara, turning a little to focus her one bright yellow eye on him. "Maybe it's a problem you're gonna have to deal with on your own, hm?"

"All I know is that she's insatiable." That earned him another fit of laughter. A sudden swell of pride rose within his chest, as fleeting as the moment was. "You know, now that I'm getting another look, the eyepatch isn't such a bad look on you."

"Is that a fact?" she chuckled, pulling back a little while pushing hard on his chair to spin him around and face her. Yara smirked and struck a small pose, the white towel doing a terrible job of hiding her swollen nethers or large bust. It did, however, do a fantastic job of outlining the curves that mattered. Her smirk grew into a cheeky grin as she turned to her left, revealing the socket where her arm should have been attached to. "I'm guessing the one-armed look is a major turn-on for you?"

"It's a work in progress," he replied, unable to stop his eyes from looking at her up and down. Yeah, that towel wasn't doing her any favors in modesty, and she sure as hell knew it. "I think I like you more with the arm, but maybe work that eyepatch look more often?"

"Oh, yes. As simple as foregoing the cyber eye, huh?" She grinned and paced back to Marlo, pressing her one hand against his lithe chest while looking at him deep into his eyes, as if trying to find some form of meaning behind them. "Maybe I ought to take out one of your eyes, hm?" She cocked her head and flashed him a predatory grin, yellow canines dripping with drool as she licked her chops with her long, wet tongue. "Give you a nice new eyepatch for you to get off to. I know I'll have fun doing it!"

His silence and general look of concern was exactly what Yara had been hoping for. She leaned in and very softly pressed her large black hyena nose against his small button fox nose. "Oh, relax, Vulpy. I know you like the bad girl look."

"A little bit," admitted Marlo as he returned the gesture, slinking one arm around her waist to use as leverage to pull her against his lap. She yelped, and instinctively wrapped her one arm around his neck, the two of them simply enjoying each other's soft fur against one another. "And you pull it off so well." He breathed in a little, her scent more reminiscent of an overwhelming musk that he'd grown borderline addicted to. Even fresh out of a shower it overpowered the smell of wet fur.

Yara turned a little and slowly wiggled her bare ass against his lap, humming lightly in approval as her short, coarse, spotted tail wagged to a fro against his shirt. Yes, she weighed a whole lot more than he did, but Marlo wasn't complaining and so she wasn't gonna move. Plus, she wasn't so willing of giving up the best seat in the house. "I'll consider the eyepatch thing for... certain situations." His cold breath against the side of her neck as he snuggled his head up against her shoulder felt nice too. "But I quite like my little magic eye, thank you very much." She cocked her head a little and rubbed her cheek up against his snout, slowly rolling her hips down against him. "How's my arm?"

"Hm." Marlo snuggled his head against the crook of her neck, both his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he fought back the urge to explore her body with his hands. She wasn't making it any easier on him, not with her plump ass rolling those tight little circles against his groin. "Well, first of all, you need to... ah, you need to take better care of that thing."

"And who says I don't!" She growled lowly, smacking him lightly with the back of her hand.

"The sixteen grams of sand I pulled from the joints."

"Well, sand gets everywhere. It can't be helped. At least I kept it maintained and oiled."

"Credit where credit is due, I suppose." He didn't want to tease her too badly, and though thee seemed in better terms than yesterday, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little wary of the things he said or how far he'd be wanting to push her. "Run programs together: Yara, One. Yara, Two. Yara, Three. Yara, Four."

Yara leaned in, the towel hitching a little up her body to give Marlo a now near perfect look at her ass as she watched her arm twist, turn, and flex on the table. Her eyes would move back and forth from the diagnostic information to her arm, doing her very best to see and understand all of it. Her face was contorted in slight confusion, but that didn't stop her from turning to look back at Marlo for answers to her questions.

"I'll be honest with you," she admitted. "I don't rightly know enough to figure out what's going on with the screen."

"Ignore the screen," he replied with a soft smile, "I'll explain it to you later, but what matters is the arm. May not look like much at first, but in practice it should be a whole lot more responsive to your commands. I also looked into that thing you mentioned, about the trouble you sometimes had gauging the strength in your hand. That should be a whole lot better. Maybe with a little extra kick to boot."

"Extra?"

"Oh, not that much really." He sighed softly. "The synaptic response between what you think and how it acts should be faster. Milliseconds, maybe, but it'll make a difference."

Yara chuckled, reaching to disconnect her arm from the mess of cables that tethered it to Marlo's work table. It was slow and a little sloppy, but she wanted to do it on her own. "You're such a nerd," she commented lightly while reattaching her arm to the port of her amputated right arm. It was something of an electronic hole that enabled a connection between herself and the prosthetic.

"I'll admit it was a little exciting being able to work on your arm again. It's pretty amazing." Marlo listened closely to the pressurized_hiss_ as the port worked to reattach the arm to the rest of her body, tensing slightly when Yara stifled a pained grunt. He lightly scratched her leg with his claws, a soothing back and forth motion, while giving her a small lick on her neck.

She simply eased into his touch while waiting for the loud droning in her head to stop. There were a tense couple of seconds when she felt as if she should have been able to move her arm now, but all those concerns were quickly swept away as her metal fingers twitched back to life.

"Thanks, Vulpy," came her breathless reply as she reached around to scratch between his ears with the metal claws, just the way he liked it.

"It's not a problem. You need help with the eye?"

"Taking yours out? No, I can do that no problem." She laughed while reaching for her cybernetic to roll it between her fingers. "Nah, I'm good. Easy as popping it in. You do anything special to it?"

"Just the general maintenance you wanted me to do. Didn't find anything out of the ordinary, so I guess you've been taking good care of the thing."

"Damned right I have!" She laughed compulsively. "It cost us half a fortune." Much to Marlo's worry, Yara simply popped the eye into place, though at her apparent lack of concern there must have not been anything to worry about. "All's good as new."

She turned a little, once again pushing her ass down on him, now being unable to fully ignore the throbbing erection pushing up between her cheeks. Her eyes trailed down between her legs, where she could already feel her juices drip between her folds in excitement. She used her wide frame to easily hide his curious eyes from her front half, and slowly amused him with idle conversation while raising the front of her towel to get a better look at herself. She couldn't help but grin wide, almost cackling but somehow actually managing stifle it in her throat.

"You know, you never answered me the question?" She shivered, taking an inward gasp of air as she felt around and easily found her large clit from between her swollen lips, already hard as if begging for her attention.

Marlo, with only a faceful of soft fur to look at, moaned lightly against her back as she started rolling her hips farther down against his groin. "Yara," he sighed softly as he moved his hands to slowly rub up and down her back, "you were really drunk last night."

"And?" she huffed, pulling her hand away from her clit just enough to give her mind some form of clarity.

"And... you asked me a lot of questions." He kneaded his fingers through her fur and over her skin.

"But you didn't answer the most important one." Yara's snout fell slightly open as her fingers went on her clit yet again, teasing lazy slow circles around it. She opened her legs up a little wider and noticed the thickening bulge directly under her, throbbing as her juices slowly began to soak through the fabric. She cupped her sex and slowly pushed in two of her fingers inside, breathing deeply as she reached with her metal hand to tease at the tip of his bulge. "Well, you're going to answer?"

He shook his head, moaning while watching the towel fall away into the floor. Yara leaned back fully against his body, forcing him back against his small chair, while her hand teased his throbbing cock. "I can't, fuck... I can't remember," Marlo closed his eyes as the grip over his pants tightened.

Yara blinked, back straightening out a little as she felt the cold air tease at her sensitive hard nipples. She let go of him, listening to his muffled protests, enjoying the way he tried to push up against her despite the way she pinned him down with her bare body. "Can't remember? Oh, well that's no good at all." She shook her head, stood with a sudden start, and set about sitting back down on his lap to face him. "That's incredibly disappointing, Vulpy." Her eyes fell down on his hands, which she quickly grabbed and pinned back against the chair. "Nu-uh, little fox. You're gonna stay right there unless you want to start this day off incredibly frustrated."

"Come on, Yara," protested Marlo as he struggled against her grasp, fighting back his own moans when she started grinding her pussy against is throbbing bulge. "That's. Not. Fair."

"Seems fair to me," she whispered, pressing herself forward and shivering when her thick nipples lightly scrapped up against his chest. She just very gently teased herself like that, letting the shivers run their course throughout her body. The fabric of his jeans felt rough and harsh against her clit, but she couldn't stop herself from rubbing fully against his bulge. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Her piercing gaze fell on his lips. "Come on, Vulpy. Fuck me." Her words were breathless, though despite the demand she tightened her hold over his wrists. "Isn't that what you want?"

"I..." Marlo moaned. "Yara -"

"Hm?" She stopped grinding and settled for allowing herself to feel the length of his shaft throbbing between her swollen lips.

"I need it," he moaned, thrusting upward and getting a soft, though excited, yelp from Yara. "I want you."

"And you can have me," she hummed, a little more excitement laced in her words with the way his eyes devoured her, "if only you'd answer the -"

"What! Question!" The exasperation was clear in Marlo's voice, his little outburst forcing Yara to reveal a childish grin. She simply clicked her tongue lightly against the roof of her mouth and hunched over a little, so she could press her lips ups against his.

"Don't yell. Here, I'll even go ahead and throw you a bone, alright?" She found his desperate acknowledgement of her ever-changing rules cute. The fun came from his constant struggling, always vying for some form of control over her. "Now, be honest with me, Vulpy. Got any lady friends you haven't told me about?" Before he could even reply, even before he could react to her query, Yara sealed his lips with a surprisingly gentle kiss - even by her standards. She was glad to see that the residual tension that held his body with an iron grip was finally starting to fall away.

He scanned her diligently. He couldn't possibly read what was going through her mind. When she pulled away from him. Her grin told him one story, but the seriousness of her body language said another. Marlo looked away, but she knocked her head against is and forced him to look back at her.

"Eyes up here, Vulpy," she commented lowly. Although she still held on hard to his wrists, the rest of her was acting as gentle as possible. "Be good and answer. Else we could be here all day. I certainly won't mind."

He just shook his head. "There's no one else."

"None?" Her ears perked up a little in surprise. "Sly fox like yourself hasn't charmed the pants off some unsuspecting victim these last two years?"

He smiled a little, bumping his nose against hers. "Only needed to use it once and it's worked out fine. Kind of. And..."

"And...?"

"I might have used up all my luck on you."

Yara finally let go of his wrists but batted them away whenever he tried to explore any lower than her waist. She resorted to briefly hooking her arms around his neck while sitting back on his lap. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"You're a foot and a half taller than me and you love having things your way," he replied quickly, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips and backing away before she could lead it to more. "If I tried doing anything as daring as, how did you put it - charming the pants off from some other girl? Well it would probably backfire on me."

"Hmm..." She shifted, less to try and tease him but more so she was sitting more comfortably on his lap. Her gaze trickled downward to his neck, then back up again to his face. "No lady friends then?"

"None."

"Then what's wrong?"

"I don't think," he paused briefly, brows furrowing, "I know what you're talking about."

"So tense." She traced her hands down around his name and perched them over his narrow shoulders, feeling for a second that tightening of muscle under his left hand. "I've never known you to be a restless sleeper and here you were, tossing and turning and fighting with yourself all of last night; now, I may not know all that cool tech stuff like you do, but would like to think that even after all this time, I do know you. You've been acting very unlike you, Vulpy."

He shook his head and immediately protested: "It's nothing."

"Me, isn't it?"

"What?"

Her ears drooped down, and an unquestionable sadness seemed to overtake her as she slightly turned her head away from him. "Been causing you troubled," mumbled Yara under her breath with a puff of her cheeks."

"N-No! No, Yara, don't say that." She looked to him with a pout. "It's not you. It'd never be you."

"But it is something." Yara's mood easily shifted back to its interrogative nature.

Marlo couldn't help the roll of his eyes, feeling trapped as he fell prey Yara's little games. "Nothing worth worrying about," he reassured her with a low murmur.

She leaned upward, fast and quick, and pressed a thick nipple up against his mouth. Yara could only moan when he took her in and started licking her hard bud. One hand held his head in place, so that all he could really do was work on pleasuring her more. The other dexterously worked on his pants, easing them off from him until his erection sat bare and hard against her ass.

"I don't like you answers," she explained lightly between short breaths, "so you keep that mouth occupied like that, Vulpy. Meanwhile," she glanced back at his throbbing member, smirking when she wrapped her soft had around the shaft and started to stroke him up and down as slowly as she possibly could. "you did answer my last question, so now you get your reward."

Marlo only moaned in response, his sharp canines biting down lightly on her mouth-filling teat as his tongue worked itself over the surface of it.

"That's it, Vulpy." Yara arched her back a little, pressing more of her breast against his mouth while her hand deftly worked up and down every last inch of Marlo's throbbing cock. "Doesn't that feel good? Fuck," she felt breathless, letting his tongue set the pace of how quickly she was going to stroke him. "Come on, Vulpy. Show me how much you're - ah - you're liking it."

Obediently, Marlo picked up his tongue's assault on her nipple. Laying it flat against her bud and roughly rubbing up and down, or forcing it further into his mouth as he sucked hard on it, or biting it harder and harder with her encouraging gasps and shuddering approval.

Beads of pre leaked from the tip of his cock, her hand dexterously picking it up in one up and down motion to rub it along the entirety of his shaft, coating him in a thin layer of his own slick juices that simply made it easier for her to push him further. "That's it," she moaned, breathless, feeling him twitch and throb hard in her hand as she moved it up and down in a slight rolling motion. "Feeling close, Vulpy?"

Marlo moaned in confirmation, his legs clenching together hard under her body as he started feeling that familiar and much-craved pressure near the base of his cock. His eyes shifted up to her, who was looking down at him with a wide predatory grin. Her hand moved up and she pressed her thumb right up against the underside of his head, at which she started to vigorously rub at when his moans reached a crescendo against her swollen nipple.

Yara could only smile in approval as she felt his cock thicken with his impending orgasm. She rubbed her thumb harder against his head and, somewhat caught off-guard at the force behind it, yelped I slight surprise as he shot a load of hot thick cum right against her mid-back. Marlo's muffled grunts were music to her ears, his blissed-out eyes like a fine piece of art as he continued painting her back and ass with more and more of his seed, fighting the urge to let him go and lick it all up until after the last couple throes of his orgasm forced themselves out of his body.

He rested back against the chair, panting hard as he finally let go of her abused nipple. A long string of slobber connected the two of them together. He kept his eyes closed, head thrown back to reveal that scrumptious neck, positively glowing now in Yara's eyes. She brought her hand up, a mix of both his cum and the wetness from her swollen sex, and slowly began sucking on her fingers with a "Hmm," of delight.

She leaned in and planted a light kiss on his nose, pulling with a smile as he half-heartedly attempted to return the gesture despite how out of it he seemed to be. "Better?"

"Yeah." Marlo breathed in deep, then let it out slowly. "Much better."

"Good" Yara returned a toothy smile, blowing hot air to his face, as she began to slowly ease her way back off his lap. Marlo's hands worked quick in an effort to keep her where she was, but Yara could already feel the pins and needles traveling down to her feet. She sure as hell wasn't going to put herself through that. "Go take a shower. You're starting to smell."

"Smell!" came his weak indignant reply.

"And badly too." She finally slipped off him and, in a mock gesture of modesty, moved to wrap the small towel around her body again. Not without giving him one last parting peek at herself though, as she bent low with a deliberate spread of her legs and a sly glance back in his direction. "Go on. Shoo! Or I'll carry you there myself." Yara laughed, helping him up on his feet to send him along with a hard smack on his rear, loving the way his fluffy long tail straightened out in shock while he gave her a somewhat annoyed look.

Her footsteps echoed in loud thumps throughout the apartment as she escorted the small fox into the bathroom, leaving him with a stern command to take his time and not rush things. With the door closing him off from the rest of his apartment, Yara went back, dropped the towel, and plopped herself down on his chair, one ear in constant vigil of her surroundings while the other listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom.

Yara leaned back and threw one leg on top of his desk, kicking away any tools that weren't immediately tied down away from her foot. He'd probably get a little annoyed at finding his screwdrivers a couple metal bolts scattered around where they weren't supposed to be. "Oh well," she hummed, spreading her legs wide as once more she started to feel around her pussy with exploratory fingers.

Her clit was still hard, now almost throbbing for much-needed attention that she was all but willing to give. Her eyes half closed, Yara threw her head back and started to gently rub her clit with two fingers, while the other hand slowly teased at the nipple Marlo had been hungrily lapping at. She bit her lip and picked up the pace, now rolling her wet thick clit between her fingers while rubbing at it as well.

"That's it, Vulpy," she hummed, with eyes closed and a mind lost in fantasy. "Harder," she murmured, sloppily pushing trembling fingers knuckle deep into her muff with an exaggerated gasp. One finger first, which she twisted and curled until she, suddenly and unexpectedly, found her most sensitive inner spot, sending her legs into a trembling fit that was hard to control. "More," and in she pushed a second finger, which she curled to roughly rub against her spot harder than before. "More!" demanded Yara with a loud growl as a third finger forced his way inside, spreading her wet clenching walls apart as she roughly began to pump her fingers in and out, making well sure of hitting that wonderful spot every single time.

The apartment was filled with the squelching sounds of her sodden pussy, her hand drenched and the chair undoubtedly ruined with her liberally flowing juices. "Vulpy," she moaned, extending the name out for a few seconds as another wave of pleasure hit her. Yara's voice was laced with desperation. To feel his fingers fucking her pussy while that wonderful tongue of his did to her clit what he'd done to her nipple. Her fingers flinched up tightly, pressing unexpectedly hard against her spot as he thought of that thick cock of his penetrating her and filling her. "Yes," she breathed out, pumping in and out with one hand while the other abused her clit. "Yes!" The cold metal fingers were cruel and unforgiving against the sensitive bud, but, lord, she loved it!

She clenched her thighs together hard, her body instinctually curling up as her own orgasm caught her completely off-guard. Yara brought her hand back, away from her sex as she began to squirt hard into the air, her pussy clenching, that unwelcome empty feeling quickly leaving her as she imagined Marlo obediently kneeling there with mouth wide open, taking her as best he could and swallowing all the while she drenched him with jet after powerful jet of her juices.

Minutes passed, long blissed-out minutes as she weakly toyed with her over-sensitive clit while what few dribbles of her fem-cum were left finished ruining his poor chair. The hyena opened her half-lidded eyes, finally starting to see things with a little bit more clarity, and with a wicked grin let out a fit of laughter that came from her belly.

It felt good. Whatever tension she might not have known was there was gone for good. Though her legs felt weak, she slowly forced herself to stand and grab the towel to, at the very least, clean up as best she could the mess she'd made all over herself, the floor and the table. That chair? It was a lost cause, and even knowing that she promptly sat herself back down on it and let out a loud, satisfied yawn.

Without thinking, she raised her hand and made a little motion with her fingers that came to her as easily as instinct.

The monitor flickered to life and, having not recognized the administrator defined user, flashed red twice and locked itself from Marlo's account. Her metal hand idly scratched up and down the curve of her neck as she spoke.

"Come on, little buddy. You know me." Her tongue slipped between her lips and traced up and up to her nose, licking away an itch as she opened her eyes to get a better look at the monitor. "Show me all registered users on this system."

The screen flashed in a series of colors: red, yellow, blue, green. Two files came up, occupying equal space on the small floating monitor. There was 'Vulpy 7', Marlo's account. The last login attempt was made an hour ago. A low laughter rumbled through her throat at the sight of his profile picture, or lack thereof. That would need some changing.

She looked right to the second registered profile, which gave her some pause. 'Hyena Fox 69', a name she recognized as her account. "You haven't deleted it?" Grinning ear-to-ear until her eyes fell on the string of information just below her name.

Last login attempt: 30 - September - 2077; 17:42.

Had it actually been three and a half years? Somedays it felt long, but she never thought of it as more than three years. It always just looked like... a couple of months away, at best. An unpleasant tight feeling on her chest made her feel, well, uneasy. She forced herself to look away from that number and instead set her mind to try and remember what the password to that old account was.

"Sixty-nine sixty-nine," she spoke, but the screen flashed red. Yara frowned, cupping her chin inside of her metal hand while claws slowly ticked in thought against her cheek. "Vulpy wulpy." Another red flash. Yara huffed and rolled her eyes. "Eight-Eight-Seven-Nine; Blaster Five; Spacefall; ... Pickle Yar?" The screen finally flashed green, unlocking her account as a fit of low laughter hit her. "Seriously, little buddy? I thought we changed that password."

She reached over and took the tactile light within her fingers, then eased back into the chair and threw her other leg up on the table, finishing the job of thoroughly tossing up Marlo's remaining tools.

The first thing that she saw, once she finally managed to focus on the screen, was the background image which lay partially hidden away by application icons. She quickly began swiping them away one by one until most of the background image was left intact. "Oh!" Yara raised the little monitor a higher up to get a better look at the two of them - that was, herself and Marlo - in what appeared to be some kind of party. His clothes were all disheveled, white shirt stained with bright red wine, and with a wild look in his eyes. Marlo's big grin was matched only by hers, a toothy smile made all the less threatening with how her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Even with how she dwarfed him by comparison, the two held each other arm-in-arm while raising glasses full of wine high over their heads in celebration. It was dated as August 20th, 2077.

"Open the gallery," she hummed, and was met with a quickly growing list of all kinds of pictures. It fell into the hundreds, which really took her aback. Most of these she didn't think she'd actually taken. A lot of it more than likely taken from the internet. "Filter out anything that doesn't include myself or Marlo." From the hundreds of pictures, she was left with only fifty or so images, and true to her command the computer had left only anything that included her or Marlo in it. "Thank you, little guy." The screen flashed green twice.

Marlo's half-naked form greeted her first. He was laying on his bed, dead in the middle of the night, sprawled out in exhaustion like a wild animal. One arm was lazily tossed over his head, flattening those sensitive ears of his, while the other hung precariously just over the edge of the bed. The little tufts of red and white fur on his chest were matted down against his body with sweat and alcohol after what had been a long night of partying and drinking - an even that he at first had been reluctant to go to by that she had convinced him to attend. Marlo's short snout was agape, his bestial tongue just barely pushing through between the sharp canines. Yara recalled sticking her right finger into his mouth, just after she saved the image, to pinch his tongue. She also recalled having to nurse a broken tooth because the silly fox couldn't help but bite down on the unwelcome intruder.

Lessons learned on both sides.

She scrolled through the next few pictures before stopping at the next one that brought out her compulsive laughter. She'd taken Marlo out to one of the mega buildings, cities within cities by their own regard. A friend of hers lived there and she wanted the three of them to meet up again. Skall was his name, a black wolf roughly as tall as herself with a big old scar running just below his left eye and stopping short just above his nose. The three of them stood shoulder to shoulder, smiling broad and wide - or at least that's how it was in theory. Marlo's head just barely peeked out above her breasts when standing beside her, so Yara had come up with the foolproof plan of carrying him on their shoulders. He was precariously perched between either of them, his hands looking for a steady handhold with their bodies. Skall was having a root of a time, laughing harder than he ever had before at Marlo's protests and uncertainties. She had a wide grin, looking up at the little guy. Marlo simply looked to the camera with an uncertain, shocked, and smiling face.

This one was one of two pictures, the other which was where they actually managed to get a proper picture once she and Skall had composed themselves. But Yara preferred this one over the other.

The rest of the pictures held the same kind of thoughts and memories. They were mere moments in time which forever remain immortalized until the moment came when she would decide to erase them. One last picture caught her attention: the oldest one in the list. It was dated January, 2077.

Marlo approached her from the side, in pink boxers and a white shirt. He'd barely managed to mutter a "Hello," before she had snatched up his arm and tugged him hard toward herself, causing the small fox to fall hard unto her lap. Yara quickly wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in close so he could rest his back against her body, his head snug between her breasts.

"Hi, Vulpy." Yara pressed her nose against the top of his head and took in a deep breath. "You smell better."

"Hi - Hey!" He protested softly while the feeling of a rough long tongue against the top of his head sent him into a small fit of shivering. "C'mon Yara, I just showered."

"Yeah, well now you smell even better." She smiled and sat her chin between his ears while idle scratching his belly, her breathing quickly in match with his own.

Marlo sighed, half-lidded eyes falling on the monitor now floating in front of them. "What's that?"

Yara enlarged the picture, letting out a long breath of air. She and Marlo stood beside one another, outside in what appeared to be the country. There was dust and sand _everywhere_and besides a couple of crates sitting idly in the background, there was nothing else of interest in their surroundings. They both held rifles in their hands, massive weapons by their own right though in his hands it made him look like a child. He was smiling while she stood by with a small disingenuous frown.

"Remember this day?"

"Well," Marlo grunted, turning his head a little between her ample bosom. "I remember how much you hated pictures back them."

"Oh, come on. That one's obvious from the picture. Go on." She nudged him gently with her chin. "What do you remember?"

Marlo curled up a little tighter on Yara's lap, now sitting fully on her body. She showed little sign of discomfort, instead only holding him closer. He felt like a ball being held by a hand. Her spotted fur was incredibly warm and soft to touch. He could have fallen asleep right here, had he wanted it.

"Well, it was a really hot day," he began, pausing here and there to recollect his thoughts and find the words. "We went out to shoot some guns. I thought you'd find it fun."

"Mhm. The third time we'd gone out together. Skall hooked me up with the pieces for that day. I had insisted on getting you something smaller."

"But I didn't want something smaller." He chuckled softly. "I wanted the big guns."

"And you got big guns," came her short reply. "What else?"

"And then we shot some guns for a while," he murmured, now visibly straining a little as he tried to think back to that day. He could see themselves chatting each other up, better getting to know the other person. "I don't... I can't remember much after that."

"That's okay," she whispered, holding him tight around his waist as her eyes bore daggers at the picture.

"I just remember waking up the next morning, exhausted as hell, and even that' s a little hazy." He sighed. "Did we do anything else that night?"

"Not much," she murmured, scratching up his belly and to his chest, feeling the beating of his small heart with her left hand. "But you were right, Vulpy. It was a lot of fun." She paused. "I'm glad I was there with you."

"Yeah." He sighed. "You want to do something?"

"No," came her reply, far too quickly for her own comfort as she held him closer still. She wanted him closer, but they'd reached the limitation of their bodies. His warmth would have to suffice. "I think... well, I'd rather stay like this for now. For a while. Is that okay?"

But she didn't care about his reply. This is what she wanted, so she was going to have it. Yara waited until the fox fell asleep in her arms, as he often did whenever he was put in this position, and then she dared not move a single muscle in genuine fear of waking him up. Hours ticked by as she stared at that one picture, and then when she felt like it was the right moment, Yara began scrolling through her gallery once more.

Everything Yara was looking at now had been encrypted through a few layers of security. If Marlo had accessed her profile, he would never have been able to find these pictures. For him, Yara remembered the next four weeks since that day.

Marlo had three holes in his chest, bleeding profusely as he stammered out some empty promises of being alright. A freak accident from when the rifle slipped from his hands, leading to him trying at catching it in the air. He wouldn't stop apologizing either. Yara didn't know if he was apologizing for his stupidity or because it's all he could really think of saying. He apologized, weakly, up to the moment when he slipped into shock.

She couldn't take him to the doctors. It wasn't an option. What they were doing wasn't technically legal, even though she'd lied to him numerous times telling him that what Skall had given them was completely within the confines of the law. The two of them would get in trouble; Skall would get in trouble, and that would make a whole mess of people angry in return. This was the moment she knew that she really did care for the little fox, because whenever the thought of leaving him to die in the desert crossed her mind, Yara could only shiver in disgust at herself.

Yara called Skall, who called a friend of his who put her in contact with a team of doctors that didn't ask any questions as long as you had the money to boot. All the procedures to save his life cost her near the entirety of what she had saved up over the years. She spent four weeks sitting beside a hospital bed, not knowing if the next day was going to be making a recovery or losing his life. She remembered close calls that she'd soon rather forget. Too many sleepless nights that left her feeling near delirious by the end of that ordeal. She was tired, hungry, moody, exhausted.

Her next decision wasn't made in the right state of mind, of that she knew now in hindsight. Yara remembered going out in the dead of night to look for someone, anyone, that could help her. An illegal and ­highly invasive procedure to make him forget and instead remember something else entirely. For as long as he would be concerned, they continued shooting rifles at targets for a few more hours; then they went drinking, with the night ending in the best sex he'd ever had in his life up to that point. When he woke up in his bed the following morning, only a single night would have gone by. He'd be convinced that it was the day before when they went out shooting, not four weeks prior. She went so far as to create an imaginary accident he had as a child to explain the scars left behind by surgery, created a lie of busy though mundane work for the four weeks he'd be missing otherwise, made him believe that the weight he had lost in the four weeks in the hospital had simply been the way he'd always been, and convinced him that the money she'd illegally procured from his bank account to pay for that last part of his procedure had never even been there to begin with.

Marlo would wake up in her arms and for him life would go on as it always did. No cause for concern nor any reason to be afraid. She'd committed he ultimate breach of trust and personal space. Hell, she even went as far as to ask him about the scars on his chest the morning after, testing to see if the procedure had worked - and it did.

The very first of many pictures she willingly took of Marlo was him laying in a hospital bed. His body was hooked up to a dozen different machines, monitoring and keeping him alive. There was little life in him that day, Yara remembered feeling like, yes, this was the day that he would die. Even the color of his fur seemed faded and dull in comparison to how he was before. And she kept the picture, to remember him, and remember all of this lest she dared to forget all the awful things she was forced to do to him so that they would all be safe.

Yara held him closer in a protective grasp, gently licking between his ears, whispering a soft "Not gonna let you go," repeatedly under her breath.