FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Flying was a routine that Everett was well-acquainted with by this point. Streaks of blue light shot across the cockpit viewport at dizzying speeds, each one a star. Going faster than light never got old, to a certain extent. With one hand on the flight stick, he casually made small, incremental adjustments, keeping the center of his HUD trained on the predetermined point on the holo-monitor. Small text read off info on the lower left-hand corner about his target. 3 hours to go until they arrived. The pilot was a male, seemingly young, short, and with a rounded, lightly freckled face. Simple utility shorts, shirt, and socks. No shoes. A cold, mostly-empty cup of coffee sat next to him on a seatside desk, next to the ship's throttle.

The majority of the ship was modestly furnished with humble accoutrements, giving it some semblance of familiarity and comfort. While it was mostly a metal interior, lightly used and showing signs of careful love, many of the floors were strewn with rugs or carpeting for comfort's sake, save the cockpit itself. A mix of three-dimensional holographic displays and angular augmented-vision panels made up the majority of the ship's viewports into outer space. The ship itself was roughly the size of a small house, he reckoned- Enough space, room, and provisions that six different persons could live aboard it comfortably. Public showers and facilities, however, made this living situation a mite tenuous. Especially with a crew as dysfunctional as this.

"Remind me again. Why does everything turn blue when we go FTL?"

Everett's bodyguard, Shenta, was a tall, muscular woman that rose several heads above his own. Dusky and dark-skinned with frizzled hair, piercing eyes, and a curved face, it was easy to see why she was as intimidating to most as she was. The boy in the pilot's seat smiled at her patiently. "Moving towards other light sources at these speeds makes the wavelength of the light coming at us more intense, causing it to become blueshifted."

"Like the Doppler Effect? Y'know, that thing where something goes 'nneeeAAAOOowww' or whatever?"

Shenta's ship sound was pretty spot-on. "Exactly. If we were headed away, it'd be redshifted. But we're moving faster than light, so you'd just see black space out the rear viewports."

"Wouldn't everything be a nonsense smear of information, then, if we're looking out the front? I can see stars and stuff zooming past us pretty clearly."

"That's the HUD for the cockpit making sure I can keep track of where everything is. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Shenta's hand was large and powerful, though it tousled his hair as she grunted with amusement. "Dork," she joked, turning to exit the smaller-than-was-comfortable-for-her-height cockpit. "I'm going to get some shut-eye. You need anything before then?"

Ev shook his tangled knot of blonde hair in the negative. "I'm good, thanks."

He was alone with nothing but the computer-abstracted smears of stars and his thoughts to accompany him for what seemed like a disconcerting amount of time. He didn't realize he was tapping his foot nervously in the quiet, a small "dinkdinkdink" sounding every time the sole of his foot hit the metal floor. He turned on some music he'd saved on the ship's fly playlist. It was an older song he liked, but forgot the name of and couldn't be bothered to check. He was just glad for the noise, above the dull whine and groan of the transport craft's engines.

He jumped in surprise when two hands clasped his shoulders from behind, suddenly registering a presence. "Boo."

The large, scaly male above him was toothily grinning down at the younger lad, with unnatural purple eyes scanning the pilot bit by bit. Everett let out a relieved sigh. "You scared the crap outta me."

There was another seat in the cockpit, designed for the copilot (a position they rarely needed during routine flights). Lakkan sat himself in it, a semi-lanky body sprawling against the ergonomic body chair. "How long's it been?"

"Been since what?"

"Since you hired me and my sister on."

Ev did some quick mental math. "...'Round three weeks or so, maybe. Why ask?"

The lizard-like alien's eyes were implacable, the dull violet in them seeming to reflect the light at times, much like a cat's. It was, quite frankly, unnerving at times, especially when the light was low and the eyes were all you saw of him. Like eyes right out of a fever dream, or a nightmare. Especially when he grinned. No wonder the much larger, muscled, dinosaur-like passenger aboard the vessel had the habit of calling Lakkan "that Cheshire Cat-looking boy". His kind didn't have an official name that Ev was aware of, though their slim, sculpted, yet agile and usually thin appearance gave way to them simply being called lizards, for simplicity. The slim-fitting jeans and plain shirt didn't help him from looking vaguely feline-esque in terms of physique. The same lizard copilot's smile grew wider. "Because I've been noticing how often you've been staring when I've my back turned."

Ev blinked. "I dunno what you're talking about." "Sure you do. When I get out of the shower in only a towel, I've noticed you. Staring. At my ass."

The boy's face flushed. "...What?"

"It's impolite to stare, especially if you stare without planning on doing anything to the thing you stare at."

Everett's reddened face was illuminated by the cockpit's HUD, but Lakkan remained in relative shadow. "Oh, please! You stare at me, too- Don't think I haven't noticed you watching me when you don't think I'm looking."

Lakkan let out a bark of laughter. "Yep. Guilty as charged. But unlike you, I know what I want, and I stare with the intent of acting upon it."

Ev didn't like where this was going. He gulped, but didn't immediately issue a response. The lizard continued. "That big ol' thing you've got in your pants comes to mind."

The pilot's eyes widened, his blush growing stronger. "...But I dunno if I even like gu-"

"Well, you never know 'till you try."

Lakkan marched over, springing from his seat with a certain grace, though that grace ended when the lizard placed himself on his knees before the pilot (and technically captain of the vessel), staring at him expectantly.

Nothing happened.

Lakkan rolled his eyes. "Mind whippin' it out? I can't work with nothin'."

Ev's face was beet-red, though a certain protrusion in his pants made it difficult for him to remain low-profile. "...I'm not into guys, like I said. I mean, I don't think-"

Lakkan held up a hand. "A'ight, hang on."

And so Ev did.

"I'm older than I look, so daddy Lakkan's gonna lay down some of his earthly wisdom on you, okay?"

His answer was a curt nod.

"I've dated quite a few people, both guys and girls. I know when people have interest in someone, and you're giving me all the signs. Call it whatever you like, but I can tell a part of you is into me, but you don't have the experience or herewithall to know or capitalize on it. Are you a virgin, by any chance?"

There was a pause in the conversation, as one-sided as it was. Ev finally nodded his head, the words coming out before he could stop himself. "I had a sheltered upbringing! My parents wanted to arrange a marriage before I could date anyone and I was watched over all the time and I didn't wanna let anyone down and what-"

"Okayokayokay," Lakkan held up both hands in a calming gesture. "You don't need to explain why, it's fine. But it's a big universe out there, and you're gonna have to learn eventually. 'Sides, with how endowed you are -I think- you're gonna have people drooling all over you, so you could stand a few lessons here and there."

"...With you?"

"With me; An unbiased, patient, skilled, respectable member of society to show you the ropes of how to lay down the pipe proper in a bitch and knock them up before they know what happened. Just make sure you can pay child support."

Everett still wasn't convinced, as was emphasized by his lack of movement to undo his clothing.

Lakkan sat back on his haunches, still kneeling somewhat. "Look. You're cute and nice. I like you, and I want that dick. But I'm not an asshole, and I don't wanna force you to do something you really don't."

The pilot seemed to mull this over in his mind, his eyes gazing off into space. Literally, and figuratively. At last, the blushing boy let out a sigh. "Fine. Sure. Just... Just be careful, okay? And don't tell Shenta, she'll... I dunno, kill you?"

Lakkan shrugged. "Probably, yeah. Now, if you'd be so kind to disrobe...?"

Everett could feel his face redden, heart pounding as he undid his belt, tugging on the hem of his short-cut utility pants and further on down, taking his underwear off in the same stroke. That suspiciously thick, long bulge was tantalizing, with Lakkan eyeing it intensely, like a predator, ready to pounce.

Except it attacked him first. He got whacked in the face by it, as a matter of fact. He flinched in surprise, but in the light, he finally beheld Everett's member in all its glory, only previously hinted at in his eyes. It was an agonizingly long, thick thing that throbbed constantly, pulsing with power, already leaking its virility from the tip. It twitched over and over, Lakkan's mouth agape in surprise. An angry vein running across the topside of the manhood swelled. Ev groaned quietly, a shot of precum splashing across Lakkan's face. Right into the eyes.

Everett felt like he was about to die. Lakkan took it well, however, a long tongue leaping out to lash at the wet spot on his cheek and snout. He mulled it over. "...Not bad."

"...Not bad?"

"Not bad. Now to test your endurance. It's your first time, so no pressure on trying to last for hours or some shit."

That same long tongue revealed itself once again, except this time, it lashed at the underside of that lengthy, pulsating prick before him. Lakkan eyed it hungrily, and his tongue worked with a similar needy desire to explore the younger pilot's manhood. Only nineteen and already with a prick that would make a well-used whore squeal, Lakkan was, quite frankly, jealous, even though his long oral appendage explored the root of his prick. It was of a length that he had to approach it from the side, though he went under, letting that same burgeoning thing drape over his face while he slathered the sensitive underside for the first time. It was his first time slathering over this prick, and it was Ev's time having his prick slathered upon! Firsts for everyone, it seemed.

And a first orgasm not caused by himself, it seemed. The squirming, moaning newbie didn't last long for his very first time. Ropes of the stuff pumped out in great, heaping ropes, streaming across Lakkan's face and tongue and onto the floor in front of them. The effect his orgasm had on him would be worrying, if he hadn't already switched the vessel's computer to autopilot themselves to their destination. Now he clung the armrests of his seat, bucking his hips erratically, red face contorted with the pressure and pleasure of release. It was an ungodly amount, and Lakkan swore he could hear Everett's balls churn out their hefty load, bit by bit, intent on draining themselves across the floor. Lakkan hummed, an idle hand of his pressing into the boy's manhood, jerking at the same rhythm of the boy's frantic heartbeat. "There y'go, c'mon... Gimme it all," he groaned, inching his face in front of a few last ropes, getting it into his open mouth. Tasty. At last, Ev's orgasm subsided, the boy panting aloud, chest heaving, his knuckles white from being clenched as hard as they were. The cockpit was now a certified mess, and Lakkan didn't envy whoever'd clean it up in the future. It'd probably be him, come to think of it. Now he wished he'd swallow more of the stuff to make cleaning easier on him. Ah well.

Ev was too busy panting and huffing to respond properly, his forehead beading with sweat, having worked himself up to extremes, despite the relative inactivity he showed. Lakkan was all smiles, however, showing those gleaming teeth with the purple, reflective eyes again; Cheshire Cat-style smile. "See? Wasn't that fun? A good warm-up, don'tchya think?"

Ev took a moment to catch his breath. "W-... W-warmup? Gosh... I-I don't think I can... Dang..."

Lakkan tugged on Ev's shorts just enough so that those massive orbs came dangling out. More like wrecking balls than anything, the both of them were engorged and still full. The lizard could sense there was more to be gleaned from the boy yet, though the sheer size of the lad's breeding equipment made him bite his lip with jealousy. Of course the spineless, shy, dorky pilot had the biggest, fattest dick and heaviest pair of breeding balls he'd seen on someone his size. "You've got more in ya, I can tell. Now-" he placed a hand on Ev's shoulder, the boy's eyes widening in surprise. "Wha-!?"

He was up on slightly weakened knees before he knew it, though his feet accidentally stepped in his own mess. He was just glad there was no carpet it got pumped on, though he didn't really have time to ponder this as Lakkan suddenly stripped with an efficiency and speed the younger boy didn't think was possible. His face flushed red when he realized what was happening. "I-I-I-I-"

Lakkan chuckled as his own slim-fitting jeans fell to the floor, the shirt following, and then his undergarments. Before long, Lakkan was absolutely buck-nude. He was endowed as well, it seemed, with a sizable package that any male'd be proud to own, though it paled in comparison to Ev's own still-messy leviathan of a rod. The human-with-some-fine-print boy's face seemingly was capable of being even redder when he saw Lakkan turn his body to face away from him. Despite that slim lizard physique, when his thick tail gave way and hefted upwards, that ass was something else. It was a taut thing, but it had the right amount of visible roundness to it to make Ev's prick jump and begin to harden again. Lakkan chuckled, staring back over his shoulder. "There we go, he knows what's up."

"....Oh. My Gosh."

Lakkan had both hands on the pilot seat, on his knees for the human. Those thighs spread out to expose even more of his goodies, hidden between his legs. A tasty, twitching backsack swung heavily below an open, inviting ass that swayed in a particularly inviting manner. "C'mon. Fuck me."

Ev started by placing both hands on that ass, gripping Lakkan's backside and spreading it out to gaze at that winking tailhole. That same tail coiled around Ev's neck and throat, but didn't try and do more than simply keep him in place. The lad gulped nervously. "You're good so far," Lakkan chuffed. "Now you gotta put it in. Go slow at first. I'm stretchy, but you're fucking enormous."

The pilot used one hand to palm the base of his prick, aiming the partially foreskin-covered tip at that beforementioned entrance. At least Ev had a mental repository of years' worth of porn to draw from for this next part. His firm, fat head met that tight, awaiting pucker, the both of them grunting, though Ev shook and quivered where he stood. "I-I dunno..."

"Do it. Fuck me."

And so he did. It was a hasty, uncoordinated kind of fucking, his body not quite sure where the muscle memory for proper thrusting was. He stuttered out, but the shaking, twitching, and constant flow of precum never stopped. It made the moaning, growling lizard feel full already, though Ev was barely inside halfway. "Ffffffuck... You... Shit, Ev... You're... Holy shit."

The boy gave a sharp push in on muscle memory, gasping, though the lizard yelled aloud in half pleasure, half pain from the newbie's sudden buck. "FUCK! WATCH IT, THAT HURTS."

Ev winced and panted, though his prick continued to surge and pulse inside of him. "Sorry!"

Lakkan had to take a moment to reorient himself, gasping and shifting a little in his spot. "Okay... Legs shoulder-width apart. Hands on ass... Tug the ass in as you push your waist out in one motion. Got it?"

The sex apprentice gave a nervous nod as he followed orders, spreading his legs and once more tightening his grip on Lakkan's ass. Then he tried his hardest with his uncoordinated, clumsy body to give a proper buck into the lizard's ass. His entire body moved forward to shove a few more inches inside, but he got the "tug the ass in" part down. Lakkan gave a pleasured groan from the gut, his lower spine shuddering. There was a shaky thumbs-up from his end. "Good... Good. Keep... Keep your upper body still, only move with the waist. Do it again."

And so he did. Marginally better, but not by much. What was already an egregiously snug fit was only made possible by the thorough lubing up that Ev's previous orgasm had provided. At least it made Lakkan's hefty cock jump with the pleasure of being filled, if little else. It bumped along his prostate and every inch of his insides, but that was just due to how fucking huge Ev was. Still... He leaked down there, dripping hefty amounts of his own precum. He didn't even need to lay a hand on his prick to get worked up and horny, staring at Ev's face, contorted in concentration and pleasure, glistening and wet with sweat and barely restrained lust. He rocked in place, meeting Ev's amateurish thrusts with his own swaying rocks... Ev was clearly on the ropes, his own bucks erratic, but controlled. It wouldn't last for much longer. "Okay... You can cum. Go ahead."

Everett didn't respond properly, instead burying himself inside of Lakkan's rear end a few more times. Until, that was, he ground to a halt, his body shaking and his breath coming in hefty heaves, panting aloud and mewling with the sheer pleasure of pumping a fat, hot load inside someone else's ass. Lakkan's ass, as it turned out. The lizard's belly felt heavy after only a few moments, the hot rush of cream making it swell out imperceptively, but he still felt bloated. The groaning, shuddering lizard's own member burst, now that he could finally relax...

The cum was everywhere and on everything within a three-foot radius by the time their twin orgasms came to a halt. Ev tugged himself free, clumsily leaning against a nearby wall as Lakkan took a tender seat in the pilot's chair, making sure not to exacerbate his sensitive, still-leaking rear end. They both looked exhausted and various shades of pleased, but Ev seemed to be weaker in the eyes, the intense, sudden back to back orgasms having taken their toll. "Did I... Do good?"

"Yeah," Lakkan lied.

Ev was visibly snoozy. "B-buh..."

"No buts," Lakkan tapped the thoroughly wet, foreskin-shrouded tip of the pilot's breeding tool. "You need rest. You've been awake too long on top of this. I'm takin' you to bed."

One cursory re-concealment of that fat prick later, along with getting his own clothes on in a barely-presentable manner, Lakkan hefted the boy up in his arms in a sort of bridal carry, or something resembling it as he exited the cum-drenched cockpit, waving his hand over the automatic door's sensor. It hissed open and slid aside.

Mere inches away stood a thin, shorter male. Young looking, round face, admittedly cute, but with several features that simply didn't belong on a human. Genetic altering, perhaps. Visibly twinkish, with form-fitting clothing that would look natural on a woman, but somehow, he pulled it off, with lipstick to match. He had both arms crossed over a lace-covered chest, one brow arched, the other furrowed, staring eye-to-eye with Lakkan. Pointed ears, much like an elf, but with several piercings running through each. Red eyes gazed into his own, a bat-like tail swishing from behind the newcomer.

Damion's voice was sultry, but it had a dangerous weight behind it. "Having fun in there?"

Lakkan blinked, but then gave a casual shrug with one shoulder. "A little. Ev's exhausted and I'm takin' him to bed."

Lucky for him, the pilot was already asleep. Unluckily, Everett's "retainer" was very much not so. "...Rrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiggght."

"Oh, shush. No harm done, right?"

Damion didn't appear impressed. "Are we counting emotional and psychological wounds as well as physical?"

"If you want, but he seemed alright with it."

"No doubt after you sweet-talked him into it."

"He agreed, thank you very much. Besides, if anyone's the creepy fuck here, it's you. A right proper Grima Wormtongue."

The strangely-built twink rolled his eyes. "Don't do something you'll regret later. I'll allow it as long as it helps him, because you were right, he'll need to know it sooner or later. I'd rather him learn now in a safe-ish environment."

Lakkan blinked. "...Wait, how long were you standing there?"

"Only for a few moments before you opened the door."

The lizard shook the confusion from his face. "A'ight, fine. Now can I put the kid to bed or not? I'm tryna be a gentleman here."

Damion shuffled to the side and stuck out a hand down the hall. "Be my guest."

And so Lakkan took his leave, side-stepping the royal adviser and retainer to put their resident royalty to bed. "Ev is a prince on the run, my ass. Wouldn'ta believed you if you didn't seem so genuine."

Damion's voice echoed behind Lakkan before he could round the corner. "One last thing," he shot out, and the lizard turned to face him. The bat nodded. "Don't let your sister near him."

"What?"

"Fuck Abyssia twice as hard if you have to, since I know you two fuck all the time, but I don't want her anywhere near the young Lord."

The lizard stared at Damion for a few moments, his face inscrutable. Finally, there was a curt nod. "Can do."

Euenar was a huge guy. He was corded with muscle, and was as tall as the genetically-modified woman herself. Strong, but of few words, he preferred to let his actions speak for him. He had been quiet for the whole trip, for the past three weeks they had been on the vessel together. Shenta was likewise muscular and powerful, with a piercing gaze that matched his own. His room matched his personality. A few personal furnishings, but that was all. A viewport with an augmented screen sat on the wall, accompanied by cabinets and cupboards of spare parts, electronics, and scrap, along with more than a handful of stained, well-used workbenches, with various half-finished prototypes of various designs strewn about in an organized mess. At least the twin bed was comfortable.

Little wonder, then, as to why they quickly shacked up together. Everett's bodyguard had claimed she was tired, but now found herself full of energy, the dusky woman giggling as the dinosaur-like engineer dragged his tongue over her neck, growling from the stomach. They were both bare, though Euenurar's hands could double as her bra, since they constantly took great, greedy handfuls of her breasts in his digits, teasing her dark chocolate nipples constantly with his fingertips. She let out a mixture of a chuckle and a moan, her arms gripping around his shoulders and the back of his neck. "Ffffuck!... Eue, you know how much that turns me on."

His arms then took her entirely within them, practically manhandling the amazon-esque woman onto the bed, though he rolled to place her atop him. She strode him, both of them bare, though with Eue's burgeoning, fat manhood placed squarely between her dark cheeks down below. She circled with her hips, letting him feel every inch of that crevasse. He growled again, giving Shenta a casual love bite, right on the neck. Enough to leave a mark, but not enough to actually hurt. She groaned aloud, and he could feel her damp womanhood twitch with the pleasure. It was one of the things he thought was cute, how easily his tongue, teeth, and mouth turned her on. He finally released her throat, though he kissed it tenderly before he pulled away, still clinging to her. He could be described as having a slight dad-bod, though without the gut. It was mostly muscle, though surprisingly tender in some places, like his rear end. She'd teased him enough to where it was a game, almost, though his own arms and hands ensured that he got very familiar with her own delightfully shapely, toned, yet plush ass. Those arms of his seemed like they belonged there. So much so that it was almost impossible to tell that they were prosthetic, unless you paid close attention. There were telltale scars on both of them that spoke of some sort of military or combat experience, yet still, they caressed and embraced, kissing, grinding against each other. Eue effortlessly aligned himself with her womb and pushed, his paramour letting out a loud, echoing groan as he pressed deeper into her, spreading her apart, bit by bit. She planted her hands on his chest while she returned the favor, falling with her waist to meet him halfway.

Even while he thoroughly explored her insides, with the sound of wet, casual slapping of their meeting hips, the dino-like alien's tongue lashed over her shoulder, wandering to her cleavage, making her needily whine in the process, holding him tight to her rocking, bouncing, and jiggling body. He met her lips tongue-first, spreading her mouth open to assault her, though she soon opened her mouth and returned the favor, with the two messily kissing over and over during their lovemaking. The two were a sweaty, horny mess, shifting and turning constantly, finding new ways to fuck. Their session ended with Euenurar pumping his rod into her womb in a mating press, ropes of his cream painting the modified human's womb white on the inside, both of them gasping and groaning aloud.

They were loosely covered by the twin bed's sheets, though they pressed to each other, Shenta's cheek to Euenar's pecs. The ex-soldier kissed his lover on the forehead, nostrils flaring as he sighed. The bodyguard likewise let out a breath, meeting his lips with her own in a much tender kiss than before. "I worry," she said, after their mouths parted.

Eue raised a brow. "For?"

"You're the only one, besides the three of us -Damion, Ev, and I- that know what happened."

"Aye."

"And you're taking it in stride."

"That's right."

She stared at him, a half-smirk on her face. "And you're prepared to go up against the Baron of an entire planet's continent, chasing after their runaway son? You must know something I don't."

Eue chuckled. "The boy's plight is his own."

"His plight is mine."

"Then your plight is also mine."

"True," she confessed, with him rubbing one of her shoulders. The difference in the color of their skin just made Euenurar like it more, feeling her smooth body up against his. It was his turn to speak now. "But I'm prepared regardless. The two lizards can jump ship for all I care."

"You really don't like them, do you?"

"The older female keeps trying to get in my pants, and she's incredibly unsubtle about it."

"Abyssia? She's a handful."

"And then some, aye. I suspect Lakkan'd be somewhat useful in a fight, but I wouldn't rely on him."

"I think we can trust them."

"You must know something I don't."

Shenta chuckled as they fell asleep. Outside, the streaming stars whizzed past. With Lakkan at the pilot's seat, they would soon arrive at the station after seven hours in FTL.

Regardless of how dysfunctional it was, it was still their ship.

Welcome to the Independent Ship The Hard Truth.