FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Sherry looked at the figure on her datapad, it was a lot of credits, enough for the thirty-seven year old german shepherd to retire early. It was an easy job too, low risk, next to no actual work, but the caveat was the job would take three years. Three years in space with only one other person to keep her company.

An exceptionally wealthy client was taking his family and business to another sector, and needed one of his ships moved. Most ships these days could travel at FTL speeds capable of crossing this distance in weeks, this ship however was not equipped with such an engine, it was ancient, hundreds of years old, an antique. It's owner was very proud of the fact that it was all-original hardware, so retro-fitting it was out of the question. Normally this wasn't an issue, antique ships weren't uncommon among collectors and could be docked on a tow ship, but this ship was immense, a luxury cruise liner from a bygone era where such cruises were limited to the wealthy elite, and few ships existed that could tow such a massive ship that weren't owned by a military force.

This, despite how insane it might seem, was actually the much cheaper of the two options. They were willing to pay her and one other person not just enough to justify putting their entire lives on hold for three years, but also enough to keep them from spending those three years removing all ID from the ship, and stealing it to sell off somewhere else instead.

She didn't need to consider it, she was taking the job. The question was, who she would bring with her. Running this shipping company for twenty-five years she normally brought Julius with her on important jobs, the rhino was her right hand man and helped run things. But it made more sense to instead leave the whole company with him, and he had a family, leaving them for three years was a hard sell.

Besides, this job wasn't going to require any real skill, any actual technical issues arising was incredibly unlikely. The few that might require one other person onlydue to the fact that the engine room and bridge were several hundred meters apart, but their contribution would be the equivalent of holding a flashlight, anyone could do it. Legally it was also unethical to send anyone on such a long voyage alone, two was the minimum crew for a job like this, and it was all the client was willing to pay for. So really...she could pick anyone from the company.

She began reading over the ships specs, specifically the decks that will be active for their trip, the rest of the ship powered down to save fuel costs, that's when she noticed the medbay was fully stocked, and automated with robotic staff, including a nursery. This gave her an idea, she had wanted to start a family for years, but hauling cargo through space meant she was never in one place long enough to really settle down and do this. She never understood how Julius did it. Thinking about how she would be forty after this trip was over didn't fill her with confidence either when it came to the dating scene either...

Thinking about her employees, and who might be able to accompany her...she thought about Brian, the young panther was just sixteen when he took a part time job with the company and started to learn the trade. When he wasn't learning how to fix the engine on an old hauler, or serving as Julius' co-pilot, he was made the companies accountant, the teenager was better with numbers than a bunch of space truckers as it turned out. A couple months ago had been his eighteenth birthday, during which Sherry had gotten rather shitfaced and misplaced her shirt, the memory was hazy as to when or why, but what did stick in her mind was the look on Brian's face when she caught him staring at her exposed chest. She recalls at the time playing it off like it was a birthday present, and posing a little bit for the very flustered birthday boy.

She also knew Brian was a little...challenged when it came to girls, something he was shy to talk about with the other guys, but had opened up with Sherry about. He hadpossibly been looking at the older canine as some kind of matronly figure, like a teacher or den mother...though, flaunting her tits at him may have shattered that perception a little. Most of his problems were simply to do with his shy nature, combined with his flabby body. He had been rather chubby when he started, and a job where you sit around ninety percent of the time really didn't help things, not without a decent regimen like Sherry's, but as far as this company went she was the exception.

She took her datapad with her as she entered the office where Brian worked most of the day, a computer monitor and several datapad's in front of him as he went over the companies finances. She tossed her datapad down in front of him, the job details on the screen.

The panther picked it up in a chubby paw, his eyes widened, and he nodded, impressed. "Damn, you taking this?" he asked.

"Yep." Sherry responded, leaning back so she was sitting against his desk.

"Shame to see you go, but nobody is gonna fault you there. Three years is a pretty big commitment though, who is coming with you?" he handed the datapad back to her.

She took it, stashing it away in her jumpsuit. "That's what I came here for, I was hoping to ask if you wanted the other spot."

"Me!?" he asked, shocked. "Why me? Surely someone is more qualified, and besides, won't the senior employees be pissed for getting passed over?" He said, his nerves obviously getting the better of him already.

The canine shook her head. "There are no qualifications for this one, its baby sitting. As for the others, Julius is getting the whole company, pretty damn good compensation in my book. Half of them have families they probably cant just up and leave for so long." Sherry stood up straight, walking around behind the panther and put a hand on his shoulder. "Besides, when we brought you on, everyone was pissed that I was hiring a new guy when we were on the verge of bankruptcy, but you got our books straightened out and cut down on us overspending on things we already had, that kept us afloat long enough to get back on our feet. They owe you their jobs, if they bitch I will remind them of that and they can have the next three years to get over it." She looked down at him with a smug grin.

Brian let out a sigh as Sherry reminded him of why she was the boss. "Okay...well who will take over my job then?"

"Don't worry about it. That new mechanic girl Izzy is pretty smart, and the finders fee the company gets will more than cover hiring someone else to pick up the slack for the both of us. Now then, you still living in the apartments in sector eighty three? Ill swing my ship by to pick up your stuff." Sherry moved away from Brian, heading towards the door.

"My stuff?" he asked, confused.

"Its three years, we might be getting paid half up front, but I doubt you want to pay rent for three years without living there." She pointed out. "My ship is big enough, everything you wanna keep we will load into it, and we will park my ship in the cargo bay of the cruise liner."

"Oh...okay." Brian said, a little dumbfounded.

A week, a heartfelt goodbye party, and a day spent getting the contents of two apartments to fit in the cargo bay of a personallight cruiser. Hardly the most challenging shipping job of Sherry's career really. The day before the flight she took some fertility boosters, by the time they take off, she will she willbe in an artificially induced heat cycle, ready to breed.

The faithful day arrived, and she now found herself on one of the most luxurious bridges she had been on. It was a stark contrast to her dingy yellow flight suit, that she wore with the front unzipped, showing her gray tank top underneath, her body feeling rather hot from, well, being very suddenly at the height of her heat cycle. It was in fact making it rather difficult to take in the true ganduer of this ship, as her mind was rather distracted by the wet spot forming in the crotch of her flight suit.

The ship had already decoupled from the docking facility, beginning its drift at sublight speeds as Sherry double checked the coordinates of the nav system, and the readouts of the systems, finding it prudent to make sure she made no mistakes in her first pass over with her lust addled senses. With everything in order, she enabled the auto-pilot, entering FTL speeds. Inside the luxury liner, built for maximum comfort, there wasn't a single shudder or the trademark lurch to indicate their speed had changed so dramatically, though she was also used to ships that traveled at speeds orders of magnitude faster than this. "Well, that's it, just gotta check the systems about once a week, other than that our job is done." She said, looking over to Brian in the co-pilots chair.

"Wow, really?" he said, moderately surprised. "You weren't kidding about this job being easy. So what should we do now? We got a lot of time on our hands..." he said, clearly unsure what to even do with himself.

Sherry smirked, it was time to lay on the charms. It was like a cheesy porn, she was the sexy older lady, seducing the young stud...well, maybe not a stud but he was cute in his own way, at least to her. As she searched for the perfect thing to say, she was coming up blank...her lust addled mind was having trouble focusing, but surely she had something, some tempting offer, she just needed to tell him her desires like the seductress she was!

"Wanna have a go at knocking me up?" she blurted out.

The panthers eyes went wide with shock. "I..uh, what?" he said, clearly thinking he must have heard her wrong.

Sherry put her face in her paws in embarrassment. "Brilliant, fuckin' nailed it." she muttered under her breath, before picking herself back up. "Well, suppose the secret is out. I had a bit of a...ulterior motive. I was kinda hoping to spend the next three years having some seriously freaky sex. You nerdy guys are supposed to be real kinky, right?" she smirked for a fraction of a secong, before putting a paw on her face again as that attempt to recover came out just as bad. "Ugh, sorry, that also came out wrong. I was gonna, err, seduce you I suppose, be all sexy. But these damn fertility boosters have me hornier than all hell and you can see how well that is going."

Brian's jaw was slack, he stared at her with an expression of...awe? Terror? Disbelief? she couldn't tell really. "Fertility boosters?" he asked, breaking through his own confusion.

Sherry blushed. "Uh yeah, I wasn't kidding about the knocking me up part. I've wanted kids for ages and when I found out this ship has an automated onboard nursery? I could pop out your kids the whole trip and you would never have to see them if you didn't want to. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't planning to make you take responsibility or anything, no child support, I just...wanted to be a mom." She frowned, Brian still seemed to be completely stunned. "Yeah and now all at once I'm kinda realizing I may have been being a bit of a creep and regret this whole damn thing. It was a lot hotter in my head, so how about I just leave and-"

"No!" Brian blurted out, shaking his head. "No, this is...I want this." He began nodding head head rather vigorously, obviously on edge. "Its just...a lot all at once."

Sherry let out a sigh of relief. "Oh okay, I thought I misread the situation pretty badly and made this whole thing one awkward as hell three years." She stood up from her seat, a smile crossing her muzzle. "Tell you what, I'm gonna give you some time to calm down and think about this, maybe think about what you might want while I go get out of these clothes and cleaned up. You come on down to the king's suite when you are ready, maybe lose your jumpsuit." She reach down to her waist, peeling off her tank top in one fluid motion, revealing her bare tits to the boy once again.

Brian's eyes locked on them once again, this time without having to hide his reaction just because she was looking.

"Heh, Computer, activate camera's in King's Suite and King's Suite bathroom. Put on screen in the bridge. Oh, and record it." she called out, soft chimes confirming her command was registered as a few of the screens come to life, showing the kings suite and its bathroom from a few angles. She winked to the panther, before walking to the door out of the bridge. Just before leaving, she stopped, looking back over her shoulder. "Oh, by the way, I was serious about the kinky shit too, if you want me to get on all fours and bark, I'll do it. I'll be your good puppy or your bad bitch." Her grin widened, and she had to stifle a laugh as she watched Brian practically melt in his seat. Satisfied, she walked off towards her room.

The room, not far from the bridge on the top deck, was massive and luxurious, the entire left side of the room was a massive window that trailed all the way up across the ceiling, ending as it touched the interior wall, its gave an absolutely gorgeous view of the universe outside. She wiggled herself out of her flight suit as she walked across the plush carpet, its fibers were incredibly soft, made from a rare species of creature, no doubt.

She stopped in the center of the room, smiling as she looked around. The right wall was a massive fish tank, filled with rare and exotic species of stunning fish, backlit with a blue glow that seemed to illuminate the whole room just faintly enough to see. The lights on the front and back walls provided more illumination, but shone directly at the massive bed in the center of the room, like gentle spotlights, ensuring it was the central focus of the room, followed immediately by the view out the window.

The lower class spacer laughed to herself as she tossed her old flight suit onto the floor, making herself at home. She wiggled her toes, feeling the soft fibers under her paws. "A girl could get used to this." She said, grabbing the hem of her gray panties, pulling her panties down to her ankles and kicking them to the other side of the room, before she continued on her way to the door on the back wall.

Passing through she entered the bathroom, the smaller room had a similar window looking out into space as the first had, the rest of the room however went for a polished marble look, and much more uniform, brighter lighting. She walked past the massive hot tub in the center, stepping into the shower, quickly tapping at a screen to input her settings.

The shower turned on, jets of water hitting her tan fur accompanied by sonic vibrations that made her whole body vibrate and jiggle as she turned towards where one of the camera's should be, playing with her breasts as they were jostled about. A chime went off, signifying someone was using the ships PA system.

"Enjoying the view?" Sherry called out.

"Y...yeah." Brian's voice was shaky, he was breathing heavily. Sherry was smirking at how pent up he sounded. "So...why me?" He asked.

"Hm, would you believe whenever I caught you staring at my body, it made an old lady feel good about herself?" She explained. "If you want a more practical answer, you're a young virile guy, I knew you were both interested in me, at least on a physical level, and available, no refueling station skanks you think is totally the 'one' this time." She laughed as she said that, recounting several such incidents in her head where the loneliness of open space got to a few of her employees, prompting them to try and marry the first piece of ass to look at them with some puppy dog eyes. "And even if you don't believe it yourself, you are cute."

"I...uh. I suppose...but, are you really sure about having kids...with me?" He asked, sounding nervous as ever.

Sherry turned around, switching the shower into drying, the jets of water replaced with warm air as the vibrations assist with shaking the water from her fur as efficiently as it did for dirt and sweat. "Sweetie, I already took a fertility booster. My entire body is succumbing to its most primal urge to allow the nearest virile male to claim my womb and put a whole litter in me. Not even a natural heat is anywhere near this intense, so you can be damn certain I am sure." The canine stepped out of the shower, her fur dry and looking much fluffier than it had after being peeled out of her suit. Smiling towards the camera, she grabbed her tits again. "If fatherhood is giving you cold feet...just think of how these will look full of milk." she said while fondling them.

"Can you...take charge? When I get there..." His voice was even shakier as he slowly built up the courage to finally ask her.

"Ooh, want the boss lady to boss you around? I can do that. You just want to be ordered around, or do you really want to be dominated? Roughness, humiliation, the works." She swayed her hips back and forth as she moved back to the suite while she spoke.

There was the sound of his breath, heavy as he shuddered. "That second one would be nice..."

"Mmh, told you I was down for the kinky stuff, you just have to ask...or just do it, see where it gets you. I'm an open minded gal." She walked around the front of the bed, facing the door to the hall. "The safe word is millipede. Now get down here, your queen commands it." Sitting down at the bed, the canine crossing her legs, leaning back on her hands and adopting a more regal posture, the overly high class surroundings making it easy.

Minutes later, the door opened. The young chubby panther now in the nude, slowly walking in with a nervous shuffle. Sherry smirked and licked her lips, his barbed cock was fully erect, pressingly slightly against the underside of his soft looking belly. "My breeding stud has arrived." she announced in a slow, sensual tone. "Come before me, get on your knees."

Brian began to hustle a little, the direct order giving him some better motivation as he closed the distance between them, and dropped to his knees just in front of her. "Y...yes my Queen." He said, unsure of his own words.

Sherry grinned, keeping in character but giving him some indication that he was doing fine. She uncrossed her leg, and planted the bottom of her foot directly into the panthers face, pushing against him. "Lick It." she commanded.

His tongue pressed out, sliding against the central foot pad. As he did she pushed against him harder, smearing her foot against his face, forcing his tongue to move between her toes, smearing some of his own spit back on his muzzle. Satisfied that he should be suitably humiliated for now, she put her foot down and spread her legs, smirking as she watched his eyes light up to be so close to her exposed pussy. "Service your Queen."

He leaned forward, his muzzle diving between her fluffy thighs, his tongue eager to taste what lie between them. Sherry gave a sharp moan as soon as his tongue made contact, her sex was especially sensitive with the enhanced heat she was experiencing, and his was the first touch all day. To her surprise though, she couldn't help but keep moaning out, not merely because of her own desperation, but the felines own skill as his tongue expertly hit her most sensitive spots.

"Oh...dear god...s-stop." she said, reaching one hand out to grab his head gently, stroking behind his ear as he pulled back and looked at her, confused. "Your queen demands to know how you got so good at that..." she said.

"Um, my first girlfriend made me do it a lot..." he said, a little embarrassed, but also with a small smile to hear her compliment his skill.

"Continue" she said, allowing him to resume. Knowing how they treated him, no doubt that girl had been taking advantage of his nice nature, Sherry was more determined than ever to give him a much better experience. Lifting her foot once again, she moved it under his cock, stroking it between two of her toes, gently back and forth, earning herself a soft moan from him while he tried to pleasure her. "Careful not to cum, don't you dare spill your queen's heirs anywhere but her womb." she teased, stroking with more energy.

He responded by licking with increased vigor, though more clumsy as her own attempts to pleasure him caused him to lose focus. She just smirked, still stroking the fur on his head, finding it adorable how he thought making her cum would allow him to obey her order. But even as she screamed out, clenching her thighs around his head, her orgasm coursing through her whole body...she had no intention of stopping. He continued, his tongue pressing inside of her, his moans turning to whimpers as the canine over him refused to relent. Then a twitch...and Sherry felt a torrent of white hot liquid splash onto her foot, the pent up eighteen year old powerless to hold out indefinitely.

She pulled his head back, standing up straight and looking down on him with faux-disappointment. "What are you waiting for?" she asked. "Clean it up."

He stared up at her, in disbelief, his gaze lowering to her foot, practically coated with his load, then back up at her as though to wonder if she was serious. He had asked for her to dominate him, she wasn't about to hold back. Just when she thought he was going to use the safe word and ask they skip this, he dropped down onto his hands, lapping at the cum on her foot like a kitten at its milk.

"Good. Do not swallow it, that seed is the Queen's property." she commanded, smiling as he ran his tongue along her foot. Soon the fur on her footpaw was matted with saliva, but clean of semen, Brian looking up at her with his mouth closed, a small bead of cum running out of the corner of his mouth as he was slowly rising back to his knees. "On your feet." she ordered.

As soon as he stood back up, she pressed her muzzle against his, forcing it open with her tongue, his secondhand cum oozing into her muzzle, and she put that broad canine tongue to work, pulling it into her mouth, swallowing it down for herself. Her tongue explored every inch of his mouth, making sure not a drop was lost as she kissed him forcibly, pushing herself against him, all while using this moment to reposition them so that he was between her and the bed.

She pulled away from him, a wide grin on her muzzle as she saw the look on his face, a mix of being incredibly turned on, and a little disgusted, the exact reaction she had aimed for. "I bet its even better fresh from the source..." she said, her hand reaching down below, feeling his cock, still rock hard and ready to go again. Then she gave a hard shove and he was falling backwards, his hefty frame slamming down onto the bed as she quickly crawled on top of him. The time for foreplay was over. "Now, your queen demands an heir." she said, grabbing his cock and lining it up to her sex, lowering herself onto his length.

"Yes my Queen!" he called out, as she began to bounce herself up and down his cock, slamming into his cushioned thighs with each thrust, moaning softly as the tingling feeling of his barbs rubbing against her insides began to spread through her. She watched his face contort with pleasure as she began to speed up, riding him for all he was worth, a constant, lowslapping sound echoing through the room.

"Such good breeding stock you are..." she teased, playing with her tits as she rode him, giving him a show. "With you as my stud, my princes and princesses will be beautiful."

Hands gripped her waist, a surprised look cross Sherry's face as Brian began to thrust upwards into her, their combined efforts suddenly creating much more intensity, both howling out in pleasure as more a more defined slapping sound rang out each time their thigh's met. It didn't last long, their screams of pleasure coming to a crescendo as both shared an orgasm, warm seed flooding into the canine's womb and a slight stinging sensation as her walls clamped down on the barbed member. Then it was over, and Sherry fell forward, draping herself over Brian's pleasantly soft body. "Mmh, your Queen is pleased..." she moaned out.

His hands shifted down to her ass, gripping tightly, then without a word he rolled the both of them over, pinning her under him as his hands ran down across the back of her legs. "Wh-what are you doing?" she asked, surprised.

Hooking his hands behind her knees, he began pushing her legs towards her, leaving nothing between his still hard cock and her used sex. "Every Queen needs a King." he declared as he began to thrust again, slamming into her, nothing stopping him from getting as deep as possible with each powerful thrust.

She could do nothing but lay back and take it as the panther suddenly took charge, pounding into her, the juices from their recent orgasm creating a wet squishing sound with each thrust. He was panting heavily above her, putting everything he had into fucking her. She reached up, grabbing her own ankles, just needing something to hold onto as another orgasm rocked her body, her walls clamping down once again on his barbed member, with it still thrusting in and out, a mix of pleasure and pain as it simultaneously hurt and stimulated her. She didn't have to endure it much longer though, as he slammed into her one last time, pouring a second load into the fertile bitch's womb.

He withdrew from her shortly after, rolling onto his back while she lay there, catching her breath. She was thoroughly bred, and the experience was much more spectacular than she could have hoped. A few minutes into the afterglow, she rolled onto her side to express her pleasure, running her fingers across Brian's chest, her gaze falling on his face she found him with his mouth slack open, eyes shit, asleep. Chuckling to herself, she snuggled up to him, using his plush form like a pillow. "Computer. End recording, save file." She called out, as she closed her eyes and joined him in their post-coital nap.