FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

[Approx. 3,050 words. Please excuse some grammatical errors. This is a first draft.]

Jonathan let out a sigh as he leaned back into his chair on the night after Christmas. With a mug of hot tea in his hands, he sipped and watched television.

He was a fellow that's rather boring to describe; short brown hair, rounded face dotted with two blue-brown eyes, average build and height. When Jon wasn't expecting anyone, he'd lounge about all day in his green bathrobe and cartoon-print boxer shorts.

The faces on the shows were his only company over the holidays, having spent yet another year in relative loneliness. Not even a mouse stirred in his home. There wasn't even a tree in the corner of the living room, as much as he wished to have one again.

“Another uneventful Christmas, and completely avoided Boxing Day," he said to himself as he flipped through the channels.

Of course, that's a cliché way of starting a story, as all his excitement was due to start this very evening.

Three knocks rapped against his front door. At first, Jonathan didn't pay it any mind. He thought he was just hearing things. No one would knock on his door this late in the evening.

But someone did knock, and they did so again. Three taps at his door that he was certain wasn't in his head.

He placed his mug down on the table beside him and pulled himself out of his comfortable chair. As he moved towards the door, he hastily tied his robe up to not expose himself to his visitor.

Just as a third series of knocks started at his door, his grabbed the doorknob and opened it.

Before him stood a reindeer.

And not just any reindeer, this one was actually standing on two legs and was sporting a large pair of breasts, with firm nipples exposed to the cold air. She stood about the same height as Jon, but her antlers would force her to crouch four inches to enter through the door.

“Um, h-hello?" Jon said as he tried his hardest to keep his eyes from wandering downwards to her tits. “Can I help you?"

The reindeer stepped closer, staring the human male right in the eyes. “Are you Jonathan?" She asked in a voice that sounded like a silver bell.

He nodded his head.

“Oh, good," she said. “Can I come in? It's frightfully cold tonight."

Jon stepped back, allowing the anthropomorphic creature to enter. He blinked over and over, certain this was something of a dream and he was passed out in his chair.

“So, uhh, why are you here?" he said as his boxers began to tighten under his robe. He'd snare a few glances over her naked body as her head was turned to inspect his home. “Why are you looking for me?"

The cervine turned towards him with what he fathomed was a smile on her lips. “We heard you were spending the holidays alone this year, so we wanted to make sure you end the year on a high note," she said.

Jon tilted his head and shoved his hands down the pockets of his bathrobe, shifting them over his crotch to hide his growing erection. “And who's 'we'?" he asked as she stepped around him into the living room. “And who are you?"

She stopped by the table and grabbed his mug of tea. She raised the mug to her lips and took a sip of it. “Santa's reindeer, of course," she said before taking another sip. “And I am Vixen."

Jon couldn't help a smirk crease his cheek. “Uh-huh."

She placed the mug down and stepped up close to Jon. He took a sharp breath and shifted his hips back, lest his erection-covering hands graze against her bare crotch.

“I arrived a little early, but I was rather eager to give you my gifts," Vixen said to the blushing male. “We reindeer kind of have a list of our own, and you're the lucky guy to be at the top."

“Uh-huh…" he said, glancing away and blushing a furious red as she pressed her chest against the front of his robe. “What list?"

“Our own little naughty and nice list," she said, reaching a hand up to cup his jaw and turn his eyes to hers. “We've been watching you rather close, and we're quite glad to see you're always on your best behaviour."

“Well, I try."

“But all that porn you watch, though. Tsk tsk," Vixen said with a click of her tongue and shake of her antlered head. “How very naughty, which is why you're on our naughty and nice list."

Jon looked away, trying to not make eye contact with this alluring doe. “So, I'm on both lists? That doesn't quite make sense."

Vixen stepped forward once again, this time wrapping her arms around his neck. Her chest was pressed firmly against his. Her snout pressed lightly against his nose. “No, just one list. Naughty and nice."

Jon chuckled nervously. His eyes still refused to connect with hers, but when they did, he saw her emerald eyes flutter.

“We also know you haven't had sex at all this year," she continued. She leaned her face in close, then let her tongue slip from her lips and graze across his cheek. “But we want to correct that for you."

Jon shuddered as he felt that long tongue slather over his cheek. “You mean that-"

“You're going to have some explosive sex tonight?"

“Y-yeah," he said with a stutter, turning his head away and biting his lip.

Vixen smirked and brought a hand back to make him face her once again. “Oh, you sure are."

Vixen pressed her broad, cervine lips to Jon's, slipping her tongue past his lips. He could feel it wrestle against his own. His erection ached under his palm, and he could feel the moisture of his precum start to bleed through his underwear and his robe.

The doe sniffed and pulled her tongue back, leaving Jon gasp for air. Her hand moved from his jaw and down into the opening of his bathrobe. She forced her hand past the fabric, rubbing down his chest, his belly, and then stopping at the hem of his underwear.

Jon opened his mouth to speak up, to ask why she stopped, but was cut short by his moan when her hand shifted down under his boxers and grip his bare penis.

“Holy shit," he muttered. His hands moved away from his crotch and out of his pockets. He raised them up, moving towards her, though hesitated to actually touch her.

Vixen hummed, wrapping her warm, furred hand around his length. She moved her hand in short, stroking motions, milking grunts and shivers from the man. “It's alright, Jon. You can touch me all you like," she invited.

With that assurance, his hands touched her wide hips. He made small, circular motions on her hips, then worked up the courage to move upwards. He cupped his hands on the side of her chest, feeling the weight of her ample breasts.

She moved back, giving him full access to her tits. She gasped when he pinched his fingers around her left nipple, so she returned the favour by giving the tip of his leaking cock a tight squeeze.

“Mmm… Naughty boy, indeed," she said, loosening her grip on his dick and caressing the underside of it. “But… Would you like to lay with me on the couch? You might not have a fire, but you'll be warm with me."

Jon frowned when Vixen removed her hands from his crotch, but finally mustered the nerve to look her in the eye. “Sure, I guess… should I take off my robe?"

“And your underwear," she said as she stepped away towards the couch. She turned her body, laying on her back with a leg bent and another hanging off the side, exposing her naked sex.

Jon threw his robe to the ground and proceeded to drop his boxers around his ankles, unleashing his turgid, seven-inch penis. As he stepped forward, Vixen raised her hanging leg to press her hoof against his stomach to stop him.

“Before you jump on me and blow your load in a hurry, though," she said as her fingers spread her vaginal lips to draw Jon's attention to them. “You'd be doing me a huge favour in warming me up."

He shyly smirked and squatted down beside the couch. His eyes shifted between her own stare and her groin, taking note of the swollen labia and moist fur in the area. He leaned forward, reaching out with a hand first to brush the longer fur away from her lips. Vixen would shift about, getting comfortable as she felt his breath against her nethers.

Jon nibbles on his lips before he takes one deep break and presses them against her sex. He could faintly taste iron as his tongue stuck out to meet the silken folds, and juices dribbled past down his throat. He figured he was doing something right as the doe leaned back and placed her hand on his head.

“Yes, just a little higher," Vixen muttered. “Suck my clit."

Jon did as he was told, moving his lips upwards to the top of her slit and pursing his lips on the swelling nub. He sucked hard on her clitoris, making her squirm and moan as she pulled his head firmly against her groin, making his chin soaked with her arousal.

His hands grew impatient; moving up to press along her inner thighs. He urged her to spread her legs, but was rewarded by having them clamp around his head, holding him in place. He moved his hands again, grazing against her soft fur until his palms slipped between her rump and the couch cushions.

Her ass was soft, pliable, but still firm in his groping hands. His fingers spread and came together in turns, feeling the mound of flesh mold to his digits. As his fingers spread out wide, his left hand slid as she squirmed, pressing his small finger under her tail and against her twitching anus.

“Ah, oh my," Vixen moaned as her hole clamped up tight against his finger. She pulled herself up into a seated position, removing her wet folds from Jon's face. “Little early in the night to play back there, naughty boy."

Jon froze and sat up straight and his hands raised up in surrender. “Sorry, I didn't mean it!"

The moment held still for a what felt like a minute, then Vixen turned to look at a clock on the table and turn back to Jon with a smile.

“It's alright, Jon. I'm okay with getting it back there," she said, leaning down to brush her hand on his chin once more. “Besides, we're getting a little more company shortly, so both my holes are going to have to wait."

Jon blinked and raised a brown. “What do you mean?"

Before Vixen could reply, the door of the home opened abruptly. Jon scrambled for his robe to cover his erection from the new stranger's gaze, but Vixen was quick to snatch it away and throw it to a corner of the room.

Jon stared over to the front of the home, witnessing reindeer after big, beefy reindeer enter through the door in about as equal dress as Vixen.

“Hello, boys," she said to the seven bucks as they stepped into the room, peering down at Jon, who shrank back against the couch.

“Um, what's going on," he asked as he looked to the doe for answers.

The largest of the bucks stepped forward and squatted down next to the human, low enough for his pendulous testicles to barely touch the floor. “Vixen told you about the list, right," he asked in a deep, authoritative voice.

Jon nodded with his hands feebly covering his hard shaft.

“We know very well what you like to watch online," the buck said with a little smirk on his face. “Lucky you, because we all like a few of the things you do… and we also know you like men as well as you do ladies."

Jon gulped back and steadied his shuddering jaw. “Y-you do? And… Uh… What are you all doing here for?"

The buck showed off his white teeth with a grin, standing back up and moving over to Vixen, who raised a hand to cup his massive balls.

“We," Vixen started as her fingers started to tease at the opening of the buck's sheath, “are going to have to have an amazing fuckfest."

The other bucks chuckled to themselves. Jon even saw a couple of them rubbing their sheaths to show the tips of their pointed, cervine cocks.

Vixen reached for Jon's hand, pulling him up and guiding him to lay back on the couch. She moved to straddle over him, rubbing her wet sex along his cock while the buck stood nearby.

“Now while we all get comfortable and agree on an order," she said, grinding her folds over his penis while her hand was pressed against the buck's abs for support, “we're going to get your dick wet."

Jon tried to sit up and support himself with his elbows, but Vixen forced him down with her free hand. She rocked her hips back and forth, then raised herself up and lined herself up on his stiff length. With a gasp from the pair, she eased herself down, wrapping her warmth and wetness around Jon's penis. All the while, the hand that touched the buck began stroking at his sheath.

Jon turned his head, watching the thick shaft swell outwards and drip with precum all over her hand. He focused back on Vixen, watching her ease herself down on his hips and raise herself back up, and then down again. Once more his head turned, taking note of the other bucks in the room. Sure enough, they were getting comfortable on chairs or leaving to wander about the house to play elsewhere.

“So, Jon," Vixen said as she leaned over, letting her tits swing over his face. “How do you like my Blitzen's cock?"

He turned his head and all the colour washed away from his face as Blitzen squatted down to wave his dick inches from his mouth. “He's, uh… He's pretty big."

“Damn right," the buck replied, taking over stroking his own cock from Jon. “I'd love to plow you with this, but you're not ready for that, yet."

Jon exhaled just as Vixen brought herself down on his hips once more.

“But, I want you to get a good taste of what you're getting from the rest of us," Blitzen said, moving forward to press his tip against Jon's lips.

Jon muttered and squirmed, feeling the pointed tip press against his lips, slipping past and against his teeth, and forcing him to open up and taste the meaty rod on his tongue. Blitzen grabbed the man by the back of his head, keeping his mouth in place as he slowly pumped his hips back and forth.

“Shh, buddy… None of us will hurt you," Blitzen said as he used his other hand to stroke the length of his cock that wasn't penetrating Jon's mouth. “We know you've fantasized about having a party like this. Us being a bunch of reindeer isn't that big of a difference."

Jon looked up to Blitzen, meeting the buck's confident smile and soft eyes. The tangy taste of precum started to fill his mouth, and he began to settle down and let the wonderful aroma of musk fill his nose and the warmth of Vixen's pussy wrap around his own throbbing cock.

The other reindeer scattered out of sight, but the sounds of their casual conversations, giggling, and eventual pleasured moans would be within earshot.

Vixen's hips continued bouncing off Jon's pelvis, again and again, tightening and relaxing as if to milk him. Her efforts were working, as Jon moaned more and more around Blitzen's tapered dick.

Within a few moments, Jon arched his back up into Vixen, driving his cock as deep as it would go while the buck pulled his cock free for the human to breath.

“C-cumming," Jon grunted.

His cock throbbed against the tight confines of Vixen's slit as it shot his load. She smiled, feeling the warmth fill her passage. The three paused for Jon to catch his breath, then the doe sat up to release him from his pin.

“Did you like that, Jon?" She asked, keeping a steady breath that seemed quite calm.

Jon's breaths were heavy and deep, and his eyes darted between Blitzen and Vixen in a post-orgasmic daze. “Yeah… It was kind of hot…"

Blitzen chuckled with his cock bobbing at his bellow. “I'd hope so," he exclaimed as two deer uncoupled from Jon. “Mmm… I didn't blow, but I'll build you up a nice load while you introduce yourself to the others."

The human sat up and shifted back out from under Vixen's dripping thighs. “I'm not sure I can fuck all of you," he said.

Vixen reached out and pat Jon on the cheek. She chuckled as she sits forward on the couch, letting her lips air for a moment. “You'd be amazed how well you'd fare with us," she cooed. “Besides, you don't need much energy when you're the one getting their butt stretched."

Jon blushed hard at Vixen, then looked over to Blitzen, to continued stroking his spit-lubed cock. He opened his mouth to speak, but the large buck hushed him with a free finger pressed against his lips.

“All you need to say are 'yes,' 'no,' and 'stop.' Anything else should just be your cute little moans," the buck instructed. Again, just as Jon was about to reply, the buck grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, sending him off with a soft smack to his bare butt. “Enjoy yourself, little buddy! Heck, maybe a couple of my brothers might give you their numbers!"

Jon stepped forward, rubbing his rear. He took a few steps before turning back, watching Blitzen get between Vixen's legs and slipping his tapered cock easily into her previously creamed folds. She squealed in delight, and Jon shuddered before going off to wander his invaded home.