FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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Late evening, on a rooftop somewhere in the city...

"It's Elastra! Run!"

Out of the darkness, a fist stretched out to inhuman lengths in a flash, smashing into one of the fleeing criminals. The other two looked in shock and took off across the rooftop.

A leg flew out, tripping a second black-clad villain, sending him flying. A flying, outstretched fist quickly rendered him as unconscious as the first. The fist unstretched back to a costumed, black-furred heroine.

"One left." Elastra spoke, her feline tail whipping behind her as she readied to pounce. "Give up now! There's nowhere to go!"

The final criminal looked panicked, back facing a ledge and a very long drop to the street below. He reached into his coat for something, but Elastra was faster, rushing towards him by stretching her torso and knocking him to the ground and out cold.

"Hah! Well that was easy!" The black cat purred.

She jumped up and down in excitement, but quickly collected her composure. Reaching down, she grunted and lifted the man she'd just knocked out onto her shoulder. As she did so, an object fell out of his hand and hit the ground with a clink.

"Huh? What's-" Elastra had no time to finish the thought as a flash of light and a cloud of green gas enveloped her and all around her. "W-what is... uh..."

Elastra's vision went hazy. She tried to stretch away, but her muscles refused to respond, becoming weak and heavy. She took a step back and her foot missed the ledge. Her last conscious view was of a swiftly approaching dumpster. And then darkness.

A moment later a door opened and a young, scrawny, white-furred mouse stepped out of the store with an armful of comic books and looked towards the alley.

"What was that noise?" He asked.

Cautiously, he took a few steps down the alleyway and glanced into the dumpster.

"Holy shit!" He said, dropping the comics and grabbing Elastra, pulling her out. Her feline body had deflated slightly in her unconscious state.

"Did the comic shop throw this out? I've never seen such a detailed bodysuit!"

Glancing around to make sure he was alone, he did what any comic nerd in his position would do, and quickly absconded with the "costume" he'd just acquired, comics left forgotten.

A few minutes later he was back at his apartment, admiring his lucky find. He'd laid her out onto his bed, arms and legs outstretched.

"It feels so realistic." Kevin whispered as he unknowingly fondled the real Elastra. "Her costume is completely authentic and I swear the fur feels like real fur!"

He brushed his hands over her face, across her whiskers, admiring the detail that must have gone into making a costume so perfect.

"I've got to try it on!" He said.

It was at that point that he realized there was an issue: how? He looked her body over, searching in vain for a zipper, clasp, button, latch... anything that would allow access into his amazing new costume, but to no avail.

"There's gotta be some way in this thing! Who would design a costume without an entrance?" Kevin muttered.

Running out of options, Kevin found himself looking to the only naturally entrance he could think of: her muzzle. (Well, there was another, but he didn't want to consider that one yet)

Experimentally, he pried at her mouth, and was amazed to see it stretch open like... well, exactly like how Elastra's powers allowed her to stretch. Clearly, this must be how the costume is worn.

Excitedly, Kevin began to undress, pulling off his shirt, kicking off his pants, and finally shimmying out of his boxers. Not wasting any time the pail, wiry teen grabbed the costume and shoved one leg down her throat then the other, watching it easily stretch to accommodate it.

With some effort, he pulled Elastra's body up his own. It felt a little weird, climbing into her this way. He had to adjust his dick as it reached her mouth, shoving it down inside so he could keep pulling it on. His legs slid down her torso, stretching past her abdomen, and then into her own legs, filling them out like stockings. His long mouse tail easily slipped into Elastra's feline one, beginning to control it with his strong tail muscles.

Finally he began stuffing his arms into hers one at a time, before using her hands to grab the "costume's" head and shoving it down onto his own.

The process was complete. He was now completely inside the feline superhero, and it was time to admire the results.

Meanwhile, the feline hero began to slowly stir. Her head was still ringing and foggy from the fight, and she tried to remember what had happened. She felt odd - stuffed in a way that didn't feel natural. And it almost felt like she was moving. Slowly she opened her eyes.

As the world swam back into focus, she found herself looking... at her own body. Or rather, a reflection in a mirror. Trying to figure out where she was, she attempted to look around, but quickly realized she could only move her eyes - her head refused to move along with them. She tried to move her arms or legs, but found she couldn't do that either.

Then, to her shock, her hands began to move on their own, exploring up and down her own body, touching herself. When she tried to stop, nothing happened!

'What trick is this?!' Elastra cried out in her mind.

"This is incredible!" Elastra suddenly said, her mouth and throat sounding out the words against her will. "Wow, it even has a voice changer too? This costume is amazing!"

'Costume?!' Elastra thought. 'Is... is someone inside me?!'

Elastra's hands reached up and began to fondle her chest through her superhero suit. Elastra strained with all her might, but could not stop from groping herself in front of the mirror.

'This can't be happening! What kind of person would climb inside someone else's body like this?! Was it one of the criminals I was fighting?'

She could feel his body inside her now - his arms and legs inside her arms and legs, tail inside her tail, toes wiggling her toes. She was stuck, impaled by this person wearing her body, holding her immobile and moving her against her will.

'No! This is sick! Get out! Get out of me!'

To her horror, the intruder forced her to grab her top and slowly pull the spandex hero suit down her body, undressing herself before her eyes.

'No no no! I'm not a costume! I'm a hero! You can't make me undress myself!'

Unfortunately for Elastra, he could. Her thumbs hooked the fabric on either side of her hips and slowly pushed them down her furred legs, causing the one-piece suit to fall at her feet before being kicked aside. Now she was only in her sports bra and panties, but not for long. Her arms reached behind her, struggling with the bra's latch.

'Please, don't do that! Stop! I don't want anyone to see my breasts!'

Elastra had always been careful to hide her true size behind sports bras during her heroism. She wanted to be taken seriously while on the job, unlike other heroines who flaunted their bodies with boobwindows and exposed cleavage.

But now the latch was undone, and just like that her heavy breasts heaved forward, exposed, as the fabric fell away. On her chest was a diamond of white fur, contrasting against the black fur of the rest of her body.

"Wow..." her mouth was forced to say, "I guess the costume designer took some liberties after all. So much for accuracy, but I'm not complaining."

'They are accurate, you pervert! Those are my breasts!' Elastra wanted to shout. 'Wait... what are you doing? No...'

Of course the fanboy couldn't help but grab them, forcing Elastra to lift her own weighty breasts in her hands, her fingers toying with the sensitive flesh and teasing at her nipples, to her shame and embarrassment. She watched herself performing this lewd act in the mirror.

'Stop making me play with my breasts!' She thought as she slapped the fleshy, fur-covered orbs together repeatedly, watching them jiggle. Her fingers grabbed at the nipples and pulled, her powers allowing her breasts to harmlessly stretch away from her before snapping back to their normal, perky appearance. Her fingers explored every inch of her ample bosom with a curiosity and perverse enthusiasm of a young boy. Her nipples were rolled between her fingertips repeatedly, causing unwanted pleasure to spark through her body.

As if a final act of humiliation, her hand lifted one of the breasts to her face. Unable to stop, she took the nipple into her mouth and began sucking on the sensitive bulb like a pacifier, sending yet more sparks of erotic sensations through her. She was forced to do the same to the other. Finally, she released the nipple from her mouth with a pop.

Moving on, the fanboy hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her panties. Elastra fought even harder still to stop herself as the panties slowly began to lower off her hips. Her incredible muscles, which ordinarily allowed her to perform superhuman feats of strength, were at the moment flattened from the inside by his body and unable to flex at all. So no matter how hard she fought, she couldn't stop from losing her last bit of clothing, and dignity. She, a superheroine, was effortlessly being overpowered by an ordinary boy.

Her panties hit the floor. She was now completely naked in front of the mirror.

"I don't believe it... she's anatomically accurate!" The fanboy made her comment about herself. Between her legs, another, smaller patch of white, diamond-shaped fur marked the happy trail that lead to her pubic mound. Immediately, her hands began to manipulate her uncovered pussy. Elastra wanted to gasp in shock at the sudden touch, but could not.

Her body turned away from the mirror and bent over, her tail forced to lift as she looked back at her reflection. Rear end in the air, her hands reached back and spread her buttcheeks wide, exposing her tailhole and pussy.

"Wow! I need to get a closer look."

Elastra's body lowered itself to the floor, sitting in front of the mirror with legs opened wide. Her pussy felt vulnerable, completely at a stranger's mercy. One of her hands slapped at the puffy mound, toying with it like an inexperienced child. Her fingers tugged at the pussy lips, stretching them apart to get a glimpse within. Then her hands reached for the nearest suitable object nearby - a large tv remote - and slowly penetrated her with it. It didn't hurt, of course, being elastic, but Elastra burned with humiliation, forced to play with her own pussy like this.

The remote was removed, but quickly replaced by another object, and then another, and another, each one a different shape and gradually becoming larger, as if the person inside her was testing her limits. Several markers, an electric toothbrush, medicine container, soda can, water bottle... each one stuffed inside then pulled out. And Elastra was ashamed to admit the constant in and out was starting to have an affect on her, slowly stoking the fires between her loins even as she continued to fight the pervert inside her for control.

Finally, the fan seemed to grow tired of this game. Or perhaps he simply ran out of suitable items within easy reach. Either way Elastra pulled the last object - a tennis ball - out of her pussy with a wet pop. She wanted to pant, but even his tongue was somehow inside her own, controlling it.

Still seated in front of the mirror, the fanboy briefly ran her hands down her shapely legs, admiring them. Then to her surprise, she grabbed one of her legs by the ankle and lifted it, bringing her black-furred foot to her face. She stared at her own kitty paw for a moment.

"Huh, pink pads. I wonder if that's the same color as the real Elastra's paws? They're cute."

Elastra blushed. Her toes wiggled in front of her face, and then to embarrassment, she was forced to press muzzle against it.

'What are you making me do now?! Stop!'

She watched herself through the mirror and felt hot, fresh shame at what she saw: the mighty, noble superheroine Elastra sitting naked on the floor, licking her own toes while mewling.

'Please, this is embarrassing!' Elastra thought.

"This is crazy hot," her mouth muttered. She found herself looking at her own face in the reflection through half-lidded eyes. "I'm Elastra. I'm so horny right now. Please, fuck me!"

'D-don't make me say that!' Elastra thought. 'I'm not like this!'

"Wait, what am I thinking! I should be recording this." Elastra's mouth said, to her horror.

'Recording? No!'

Elastra's struggling renewed as her body got up and wandered over to a desk, where she grabbed a laptop and brought it over to the bed. Her eyes saw the username "Keven" as her fingers logged in and opened a camera app.

Setting the laptop on the edge of the bed, her body stepped far enough away to get all of her in frame before beginning to take on a variety of poses. She could see her naked body as it posed on the screen in front of her, and knowing that other people might potentially end up seeing her doing sexual things made her face burn even hotter.

The poses themselves began innocently enough. Some were standard superhero poses - hands on hips or performing a punch - only with much less clothes on than usual. They quickly became lewder, though. She bounced up and down, making her breasts bounce along with her. Her hips gyrated as they were dragged around from the inside by his. He turned away from the camera and had her bend over again, tail lifted as if presenting herself to be mounted. He even reached a hand back and forced her to slap her own ass.

All pretense fell away as he grabbed a breast in one hand and began fingering her with the other, moaning with her voice. Internally, Elastra couldn't tell anymore if she was moaning too. Pleasure was flooding her body now, mixing with the shame.

'Oh, God! Don't make me cum, not on camera!'

Her elastic body quivered as it tried in vain to pull away from the man inside her; arms straining desperately to pull the hands off herself, feet trying to move while held in place by his. And all the while, her body was dragged closer to the edge. No matter how hard she tried, the heroine couldn't stop this ordinary man from making her molest herself.

Finally she couldn't hold back any longer. Her body was sent over the edge, and Elastra silently came, her body aching to squirm and mewl as she squirted.

"What the hell?" The fanboy said, noting the wetness now clearly present between their legs. "Jesus, how realistic is this thing? That's incredible."

Elastra's head was spinning. She couldn't believe some random person had just made her masturbate on camera like that.

She felt a stirring from within, and to her surprise, one of her arms no longer felt as though it were being controlled. The person inside was taking her off!

'Now's my chance to escape!' Elastra thought, excitedly. 'Except... no, I can't! Right now he thinks I'm just a costume. If I reveal I'm real to him now, he'll know! And he could tell others. My reputation would be destroyed if I did that!'

She glanced at the red light on the laptop. 'Not only that, but the camera is still recording me... I can't afford to move now. I have to keep playing dead. At least until he puts me away.'

Staying still was incredibly hard, however, as the boy was thrashing around inside her body, slowly pulling himself out. Elastra nearly cried out in shock as the boy pulled her mouth open wide and started sliding out of her.

'That's how he got inside me?!' Elastra thought and more and more of the boy exited her. First shoulders, then torso, stomach, hips, and... 'Oh, God.' Elastra felt his penis slide up her throat and into her mouth before exiting with a 'sproing', clearly erect. This was followed by a long, thick mouse tail and a pair of scrawny legs.

Finally he stepped out completely, and for some reason, Elastra felt strangely empty now without someone inside her. For the first time she got a good look at her assailant. To her shock, he was nothing more than a teenager!

'I was being controlled by a kid?!' She thought. To be fair, the 'kid' was out of high school, but not by much. 18, scrawny, and with a face that made him look much younger.

She kept still as he turned back to admire her body from the outside. He reached down and began playing with her breasts, kneading them in his hands.

"Even the nipples get perky! How did they make a costume do that?" The mouse boy wondered aloud as he flicked the delicate nubs, making Elastra want to squirm. "Can they get harder? Oh!"

The kid stood up as if suddenly struck by inspiration and ran to the other side of the room, out of sight of Elastra. She could hear him opening drawers and shuffling things around, before quickly returning with several small objects clutched in his hands - egg vibrators.

'Oh, no! Why does he have those?' Elastra thought.

The fan switched one of them on with a wireless remote and brought it to her left nipple. It vibrated against it, causing tingling to run down Elastra's spine. He did the same for the right nipple, and then used two on both, driving Elastra crazy.

'God! I can't believe I'm letting him do this!' Elastra moaned silently. 'Leave me alone!'

"Him... not really getting any perkier." Kevin muttered. "Wait, I have an idea!"

To Elastra's utter shock, he stuffed his fist into her mouth and down her throat, stretching her once again from the inside.

'What the hell is he doing?!' Elastra wondered, mouth wrapped around his forearm.

She didn't have to wait long to find out. The mouse spent several moments adjusting his arm, and then... Elastra felt something strange happening to her left nipple! It was stretching from the inside. A moment later, the same thing happened to her right nipple. It seemed to bulge out a little and become heavy.

The boy finally removed his arm, but the pressure remained in her nipples. Elastra couldn't look down to see, but it felt like her nipples were larger. The boy reached down and grabbed the remotes, activating them... and to her horror, her nipples began to vibrate!

'No! You... you put them in my nipples?! Get them out!' Elastra thought frantically as her breasts quivered, her nipples looking as though they were vibrating erratically of their own accord. It took every ounce of willpower she had not to jump up from the bed right then and there. She needed to get them out!

He, on the other hand, seemed satisfied and content to leave them where they were. He tossed the remotes to the side and began fingering her vibrating nipples, adding even more stimulation to the defenseless heroine. Then his hands began running down the rest of her naked body, admiring the silky feeling of her fur.

He rolled her body over to get a look at her back. This caused her nipples to start vibrating against the bedsheets, sending shivers through Elastra's body. He grabbed at her shapely ass, spreading her buttcheaks apart to get a look between them. His hands ran down the back of her legs and played with her feet and toes. Her entire body was nothing but a toy for him.

Finally his hands began to trace between her inner thighs and Elastra felt his fingers manipulating the lips of her bare pussy.

'This is so wrong!' Elastra thought. 'I'm letting a kid play with my vagina!'

"It really is wet," he said, and for a moment Elastra worried that he'd figured it out. "How did they do that? Some sort of... built in lubrication? God, why would anyone throw this away. Maybe the comic shop didn't realize it was a sex toy."

'I am not a sex t- ah!' Elastra's indignation was interrupted by him stuffing his fist between her pussy lips and into her body.

"So stretchy! Hah, like the real Elastra!"

'Yeah, sure, almost." Elastra thought sarcastically as he started fitting his forearm into her vagina like a glove, before retracting it swiftly. She then felt him manipulating her pussy more finely, though she couldn't see anything from her limp position.

"The anatomical detail is incredible." She heard him mutter, and felt fingers running along her inner pussy. "Oh, hey, they even modeled a clitoris!"

Elastra's eyes went wide as fingertips began assaulting that most sensitive of nubs. She wanted so badly to moan, or squirm, or do anything but lay there! Thankfully, he stopped relatively quickly and withdrew.

"I think I can add something here too." He said.

'Oh, God, no! Please, don't do what I think you're going to do!' Elastra thought.

A fist suddenly began forcing its way up her anus, causing Elastra to almost cry out. It adjusted inside her, and then to her horror, she felt the inside of her clitoris begin to stretch in a very familiar way. The hand was removed from her ass, leaving the object in place. And with the press of a wireless remote, her clit began to vibrate like mad, along with her nipples.

'Nooooo!' Elastra moaned mentally, barely able to endure the erotic stimulation her body was being subjected to now. Her bulbous clit was twitching like mad, trying to escape the buzzing toy trapped inside it.

While distracted by pleasure, the fanboy grabbed her hips, lifting her limp body up into an all-fours position, before moving behind her. Elastra barely noticed as he brought his hips to hers and lined up his dick. Then, with a quick thrust, he mounted her.

'Ah!' Elastra moaned mentally, as he fucked her body. He face was still lying limply against the mattress, his arms holding her ass in the air. Despite trying to remain still, she couldn't help but jerk a little. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice. Her whole pussy vibrated around his shaft.

Elastra assumed he must have been a virgin, as he didn't last very long at all. Nevertheless, they both seemed to cum at the same time, the pleasure becoming too much for Elastra to take. Making sure her face was not in view of the camera she bit her lip to keep from screaming as her body erupted. She could feel liquid running down her legs from both of them.

The two both collapsed in a heap.

After what felt like an eternity he finally got up. Going over to his computer, he turned off the camera and began checking the footage. Satisfied, he left the room, only to return a moment later. To Elastra's surprise, he'd brought a wet washcloth, and began wiping her between the legs, cleaning her body off. He did the same for her insides, cleaning her out.

'Gotta keep your toys pristine, huh, fanboy?' Elastra thought, exhausted. At this point she didn't mind, though she wished he'd take out the damn vibrators now. They continued to buzz inside her sensitive bits.

No such luck, though. To her dismay, he began to dress her in her superhero costume again, sans bra and panties. The toys were now trapped both in her body and inside her heroine suit. Her nipples and clitoris silently vibrated against the inside of the costume.

Satisfied with how she looked, he picked her up and set her in his closet.

"I'll have to get a display case later." He said to himself. "But for now, this'll do."

Elastra continued to play dead as he closed the closet door and his footsteps traveled away. At last, she felt safe enough to move, and for the first time stretched her arms and legs with relief.

'God, what a nightmare!' Elastra thought, not daring to speak yet, least she blow her cover early. The vibrators were still assaulting her, but she couldn't afford to try and remove them here. 'I've got to get out while I have the chance.'

Silently she opened the closet door. The fanboy seemed to be occupied in an adjacent room - the bathroom, maybe? - and Elastra moved quietly towards the window. She considered deleting the camera footage, but couldn't remember the password he'd made her type and didn't want to push her luck, anyway. At least people would assume it's not really her. She slid the window open slowly and slipped through, closing it shut behind her.

She took the fire escape two levels down to ground floor and stepped into the alleyway, free at last. Exhausted and panting, she tried to get a sense of her surroundings, but was suddenly interrupted as her body shuttered, another orgasm forcing its way through her from the relentless buzzing objects inside her. She collapsed to her knees, grabbing at her breasts and crotch while supporting herself against a brick wall.

It was going to be a long walk back to her own apartment.

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Five days later, Elastra was lying on her bed, looking at the ceiling. The feline heroine had recovered without any ill effects from the ordeal she'd been put through. The vibrators were removed and thrown away, and no videos of her had shown up online that she could find. It was as if the event had never even happened.

And yet, even as she laid there, staring into space, Elastra found that she could not for the life of her stop fantasizing about being worn by a stranger once again.