FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Jeromy walked through air curtained doors into his college’s library for the first time since he started college. Despite the current year, somehow a source he found for his research paper wasn’t available digitally. A skylight came into view when he entered the library, illuminating the edges of multiple floors above him and the tacky carpet below him in a warm glow. He sought the nearest floorplan map, then took a long look at the layout of the paper filled labyrinth that laid around and above him, beginning his hunt for the period-laden multi-digit classification.

An elevator ride later he arrived at the floor he needed. He walked past hallway after hallway in order to get to the first letter of the book, circling around twice until he realized he had the wrong floor. He took the stairs, and this time, thankfully, found the letter he needed right away. The bookshelves at this library were countless; it took him scanning 10s of rows until he finally found the part to the left of the period. He scanned row shelf by shelf, constantly caught off guard with the way it was set up.

He’d get to the end of a row, look to the start of the row, and see that the number had jumped up unexpectedly large. He’d look in vertical rows, only to see the numbers jump around seemingly-completely randomly. When he first started his search, every book looked more or less the same, however, from running over each book time and time again in his desperate search, certain differences began to stand out: thickness, height, color, age, and font.

Pretty much every book looked average and unremarkable in two or three of these ways, however one book in particular stood out like a sore thumb, and caught his attention each time he neared it: leather bound, inches thick, ornately decorated, and titled in expert calligraphy. Curiosity begging him to look at it, he pulled the book off the shelf and sat down, the smell of decades of storage filling the air as he opened it and began to flip through the book that was filled with hundreds of blank yellowed pages. He was totally shocked by the emptiness of such a high quality book, but the end caught him even more off guard. A page was inscribed with the instructions to return the book to its owner. Every time it referenced the name though, it was either smeared beyond readability or left entirely blank. A bit of a joker, Jeromy filled one of the blanks with his names.

Nothing happened at first, but the sound of quick gust of air pulled his attention upwards. Another gust followed, and another one after that, the pace slowly increasing. As the sound got even faster, he began to notice that books were disappearing off the shelves in sync with the gusts, the books left over tilting sideways to fill in the new empty spaces. The sound got quicker still though, the gusts merging into one giant gust accentuated from the sounds of books falling off the shelves.

The books began to disappear entirely, and countless rows of increasingly empty bookshelves filled his vision, until these too began to disappear one by one. Even the walls and ceiling melted away, replaced by blotches of totally pure white that began to blur into one entirely white void until at last the ground below his feet disappeared.

The void was totally, deafeningly quiet. Jeromy looked around, completely stupefied, the book still resting in front of him. The white void was completely empty, until a piece of green caught his eye. A small blade of grass appeared in the distance, totally solitary until another one popped into existence seconds later. Just like the books disappeared increasingly quickly, so too did the grass appear, gusts of winds filling the air once again. Instead of shelves, shrubs, trees, mushrooms, and stumps, and instead of a tacky carpet and wallpaper, a blue cloud filled sky and a dark loamy soil. The last thing to appear was a band of totally unfamiliar creatures, followed shortly afterwards by a group of robed figures that only slightly surpassed his sitting height.

Jeromy sat completely stunned until the cry of an animal forced him to react. Grabbing the book, he jumped up, cried loudly in shock, and ran towards the robed group in hopes that they would be less dangerous than the beastly looking creatures to his right.

“Where the hell did you pop out of?!” shouted one of the figures.

“I don’t know! What the fuck is all this!?” Jeromy yelled back.

“I don’t even know where to begin with figuring out what you mean! We can sort this out later, but if you want help from us you’re gonna need to join our clan.” Said the robed figure at the front

“What the fuck does that even mean?!” Another roar pulled his attention back towards the now slowly approaching monsters behind him. “Fine, whatever! just protect me from those things!”

The front figure spoke something indecipherable and held up an object that glowed in a bright light that shone onto Jeromy. An armored figure appeared before him; shortly after Jeromy was then struck with a flash of light, his vision returning to a set of medieval style clothes on his body in place of the clothes he put on that morning.

“Stay back, we’ll take things from here.” said one of the figures next to him.

Jeromy watched in stunned awe from afar: bolts of lightning, balls of flame, and other mystical effects filled the air, each leaving the monsters worse for wear. He tried to take appreciation of the dazzling show in front of him, but what had just happened left him too stunned to actually take in much of anything. He simply ran through his head time and time again what had just happened to try to figure out what had just happened

They dropped dead one-by-one until all that remained were the robed figures and scorched earth in their wake. As Jeromy walked towards the robed figures all began to take off their hoods, revealing furred faces with rounded snouts, small eyes, and white hair that fell from the top of their manes. Especially surprising to Jeromy were the long, drooping, two-foot long ears each of them had, the lobes having a large hole in the bottom half.

Jeromy tried to find words for the situation, but he had none. All he could think to say was “So does anyone think they’d be able to explain part of what just happened to me and what all this stuff is?”

The group shared quizzical looks, someone in the back speaking up.

“You’re really not from around here are you?”

The presumable leader of the group, who had spoken the words to summon that armor clad figure, spoke up “We’ll talk about things somewhere less dangerous, just follow us for a while.”

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A couple hours later Jeromy and the others arrived at a large building caved into the largest tree Jeromy had ever seen. The entire group was frustrated. Jeromy had explained everything that had happened to them, but none had any idea what it could be. Unsatisfied, Jeromy began asking the simplest questions. At first they gladly answered things, like how they were in “Ivalice,” that they were one race of many, that they were “nou mous,” and tens more. However, after 30 minutes of constant questions, the group grew tired, stopping answering questions entirely.

Jeromy quickly picked up the hint, but every few minutes he tried to single someone out to get more answers due to his boredom. Eventually one person in the group got so annoyed that Jeromy found himself completely unable to speak. From then on Jeromy just stared at either his unfamiliar surroundings, the still-empty book, or the comically large swaying tails that they all had, topped with an out-of-place orange fur that matched the texture of their manes.

“We’re here.” said the light grey furred figure who led the group, whose name was Phelvar.

The house was furnished with wood furniture decorated with unfamiliar plants, brightly colored tapestry, and countless strewn about trinkets. The smell of baked goods and earthy wood lined the air, undertones of incense coming from the smoke rising here and there. Stares met Jeremy, the residents’ having their attention pulled away from their books, instruments, and conversations.

Jeromy saw various expressions line the faces of the group in front of him as Phelvar gave a quick explanation.

“Alright, so can someone answer all these questions I still have?” Jeromy said, thankful his voice finally worked.

“Almost, we have someone to introduce you to first.” Said Phelvar.

Jeromy was led up a few flights of stairs then past multiple open archways that led into various rooms. They stopped after reaching one that emitted a cloying scent, a figure arched over a counter working with vials of glass.

“Hey!“ the working person jumped with a loud gasp in shock. As they turned around a feminine voice spoke.

“All the ways you can get my attention and you choose one of the rudest possible, veerrry funny.” her white hair was tied back in a bun and her long ears tied onto her lab coat. A floating shimmering veil in front of her eyes slowly dispersed as she stared at Jeromy, her rose colored muzzle fading to the peach like the rest of her head.

“What’s one of his kind doing here?” She asked in a light hearted tone unfitting the question.

Phelvar gave a short explanation to her, even mentioning his obnoxious questioning.

“As you can see, it’s pretty complicated. Regardless, he’s in our clan now, and we might be able to find out something interesting from this book, so I expect you to work your magic on this kid.”

“Oh ~goodie,~ I was hoping so. It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to do this.” She said with a smug grin.

“What kind of magic are you talking about? This is starting to seem pretty sketchy…” Jeromy said with a worried expression.

Phevlar simply took the book from him, ignoring his question. “I’ll take this for now,” he said as he walked out of the room.

“Hey -“ Jeromy ran into a shimmering wall, crumpling uselessly against it.

“Nuh uh uh! We’ve got a bit of work to do here. You see, usually our clan is one for Nu Mous only, however, you’re obviously not one.”

The peach furred Nu Mou turned around and waved her hand. The glass vials that covered the work table floated away into a crevice in the wall that closed once they entered.

“Pretty handy huh?” She said, walking over to another spot on the wall that opened up, grabbing a maroon vial from out of it.

“Are you telling me that thing can make me into one of you guys?” Asked Jeromy. Shaeon grinned.

“Whatever, this shit is already weird enough, I don’t even care anymore. Just give me that and I’ll drink it.”

The peach furred Nu Mou carefully opened the maroon vial, began to hand it over to Jeromy, and then poured it over her head.

“What the fuck was that for?!”

“Come on now, I’m just making things a bit interesting, no need to freak out~.”

“I’ll stop freaking out when you tell me something about what the hell’s going on here.”

“Well fine.” She pouted, crossing her dripping arms. “My name’s Shaeon, I’m an alchemist, and I like sweets. As for what I’m doing, you’ll have to wait and find out Mr.”

After scolding Jeromy, she untied her rose colored ears from her lab coat and let loose her white bun, both swaying after they fell under gravity. She took off her lab coat, revealing a low-cut shirt that laid bare her ample cleavage, her thick arms uncovered. Jeromy dropped his jaw in shock, not expecting her to have such boobs.

“Looks like you like what you see…” Shaeon walked up to Jeromy, putting one of her 4 fingered hands on his face. She moved the hand behind his head and pulled him into her bosom. Jeromy gasped in surprise, only to have an overwhelmingly sweet scent overcome him. He tried to pull back, but Shaeon’s strong grip held him in place.

The more he breathed in the less the scent overwhelmed him, and the more he found himself enjoying it. His struggled gasps for air turned into a willing smothering when Shaeon took her hand off his head and instead pressured it with her boobs. Jeromy’s frustration dissipated, his countless questions disappearing one by one as the seconds rolled by.

Jeromy huffed her fur, trying to take in as much of the heady smell as possible. As his nose acclimated to the smell, he began lapping at her fur, the scent alone no longer enough for him. The intoxicating flavor completely covered the discomfort he would usually experience from getting so much fur in his mouth, swallowing it without any complaint.

Shaeon let out a murr in pleasure. “Not so many questions now eh?” She let go of her boobs, and began inscribing a pattern on Jeromy’s back, the clothing her finger ran along dissipating away as she marked his skin with magic. The back of the shirt was in tatters by the time she finished the complex pattern, so she ripped the thing off his body, forcing Jeromy’s hands off her breasts to get the sleeves off him.

“Look at you, all set up and too horned up to even care.” She chuckled at herself then grabbed Jeromy’s head, forcing him out of her bosom. Jeromy whined, trying to push himself back in.

“Sorry sweetie, but it’s time for me to have some fun.” Shaeon moved her hands to the side of Jeromy’s face and pulled him into a kiss. Jeromy accepted it, tongues finding each other in seconds, the awkward conjoining caused by the in-the-way-muzzle bothering neither. Jeromy wrapped his hands around her neck, running them through the thick hair on her white mane, pulling each other closer. Shaeon used a hand to squeeze Jeromy’s ass, using the other to tear down the center of her shirt and the straps that held it on her shoulders, freeing her 4 rows of breasts that shrank as they ran down her chest and her chubby stomach.

The two tongues danced around each other, the flat animalistic one dominating the comparably stout tongue of the human. With time however Jeromy’s began to flatten, beginning to mirror the tongue that invaded his mouth. Right when he began to keep up with the other tongue Shaeon pulled away. Jeromy’s resisted until his eyes tunneled onto the rows of breasts below him, a hand reaching out and fondling one on top.

“That’s the spirit, I’m glad you like them!” She said with a wink. “I have other plans though.” She said, stepping back, then bending over and pulling down the bland pants she wore. Jeromy’s attention was drawn to her thick tail that, unlike the orange of the group he had followed, was topped with rose hair and peach on the bottom. It didn’t take him long though for his focus to be brought to her nethers.

Plump was the first word that came to Jeremy’s head. If he weren’t under a pheromone driven lust he’d be surprised at the labia that looked like it belonged on a horse. If one saw a picture of it, they’d think that she had just showered, the rose fur dripping wet.

“I may have built up a bit of a tolerance to this thing over the years, but you aren’t the only one that is turned on right now!” Shaeon said with a large grin. She walked over to Jeromy, grabbed his hand, then pulled him along to her bedroom.

The room was decorated with an assortment of shades of pink: soft shaggy carpet, plush bedding and bedspread, painting frames, and even the wood of the furniture. The only respite from the abundant pink was the strewn about tools, scientific instruments, and miscellaneous nick-nacks covering nearly every flat surface. Jeromy was dragged along into the room until he was pushed down to his knees by a hand on his shoulder, and then onto his back by a paw on his chest.

“Take a deep breath, I hope your breath capacity is good!” Without waiting, Shaeon plonked her ass on Jeremy’s face. Jeromy was stunned at first, but his horny side quickly engaged autopilot. His wide, flat tongue dexterously massaged her labia, eagerly lapping up the liquid that readily dripped forth from Shaeon. Shaeon let out a moan, grinding her wide hips back and forth as she relished in the experience.

As Jeromy continued to worship Shaeon his nose began to push outwards, forcing him to lean his head back somewhat as his mouth inched away from the source of his desire. He used his tongue to reach instead, diving it down her tunnel, twisting, thrusting, and lapping with it.

“Ohhhhh,” Shaeon said in between moans “myyyyyyy.” Her hands eagerly kneaded her top pair of breasts, milk beginning to dribble out of her thick nipples. She leaned over, letting the drops of milk begin to coat Jeromy’s chest, each drop causing lavender hair to begin to sprout out of his hairless skin.

Jeromy was oblivious to the growth of hair on his chest, so caught in his lusty inferno. His face continued to push outwards until it turned into a rounded muzzle that left him unable to reach her muff with even his tongue. Instead Shaeon used the end of his muzzle as her tool, his two nostrils submerged in her passage, filling his mind completely with her heady aroma.

Nothing to focus on, Jeromy reached down to take off his pants, the front of which was already moist from precum and an orgasm or two. When he grabbed his cock however, Shaeon swatted his hand away.

“I don’t think soOOoo..!” she said followed by a few tsks. She leaned over and scooched forwards, her rows of breasts rubbing along Jeromy’s chest and stomach as she positioned her head directly over Jeromy’s cock. The height difference between the two became disappointingly obvious to Jeromy, her ass multiple inches in front of him, knees parallel with his ears. He strained his neck forwards as far as he could, yet wasn’t able to reach anything except the middle of her thigh.

“This is unfaAAIAIR!!” Jeromy said, interrupted by Shaeon diving down onto his cock. He wrapped his arms around her wide waist, and grabbed two handfuls of ass, trying to stabilize himself as best he could. Shaeon let out a muffled moan, and carefully squeezed Jeromy’s head with her thick thighs, rubbing her leaking breasts back and forth, mostly for the delicious stimulation it gave her large nipples.

The more that she sucked the more Jeromy’s cock grew, gaining length and girth in repeating waves, and darkening in colour to a deep, almost-black purple. Regardless of the growing size that put his old cock to shame, Shaeon took it handedly, working her way up and down his shaft, the characteristic shlicking sound of a blowjob given without a hint of self consciousness ringing through the air.

Jeromy’s growth wasn’t just limited to his cock. The mess of spit that flowed down his shaft and coated his balls began its own wave of changes. The sparse wiry hair was forced out by the growth of a dense patch of downy violet fur, a thicker, darker line of fur running down the middle. The fur wrapped around the base of his shaft, replacing the pubic hair with a dense patch of violet fur that spread as it began running down his thighs in a slow lavender wave. This was accompanied by the growth of the scrotum itself, the roughly graped size testicals puffing in size in waves: walnuts, eggs, plums, peaches, and even to the size of grapefruits.

Had Jeromy not already cum twice earlier, he would’ve seconds after Shaeon’s blowjob. However, the dry orgasms he experienced soon began to instead fill Shaeon’s mouth, the growth of the balls eventually leaving him with quarts of cum to blast. At first Shaeon could easily keep up with Jeromy’s output, however each ejaculation was more powerful than the last, leaving her with more and more to keep up with as time went on. Eventually even she was unable to keep up, and cum began spilling out of her mouth, flooding the carpet beneath in the thick substance, and completely drenching Jeromy’s furred thighs and ass in splooge.

Jeromy’s world was white with pleasure, the drastic changes and the pheromones still in the air keeping him turned on despite his many orgasms. The only thing that kept him glued to the world was Shaeon’s thick ass, many tits, and warm mouth, at least until his chin hit her taint. His torso had shrunk to match the length of Shaeon’s, leaving her sopping pussy once more in reach. Jeromy quickly began to service her once again, but she quickly stood up.

Jeromy held his open mouth wide in shock as Shaeon stood up and revealed his new features. A chubby stomach covered in lavender fur, his nipples a dark purple that topped a light purple chest that protruded out from fat. Even more surprising to Jeromy than this was his new downstairs equipment that slapped against his stomach. A thick shaft that reached his moobs, at least a foot and a half long and as thick as a soda can, topped with a flat head. Behind that rested a pair of balls he could see even over his thick stomach, the large sack shifting slightly, a long string of precum shooting out of his cock and hitting him in the face.

“A large tool to suit a large passage! You didn’t think everyone wore such baggy robes because they were comfy, did you?” She said with a wink. “Although, that’s a big plus too.” Laughing at her own corny joke. She positioned herself over Jeromy’s waist, grabbing his cock and aiming it directly at her snatch.

“I don’t think it’s any fair that you’re about to have all the fun though...” She quickly inscribed a small pattern on her stomach, the peach fur shifting to a rose color. Right after, she plunged herself onto Jeromy’s cock, letting out a low, heavy moan, tilting her head back in ecstasy. Jeromy answered her moan with one of his own, cumming by the time she had only reached half way, letting loose a torrent of cum that filled her quickly.

A small growth began to appear slightly below Shaeon’s waist, a near-black rose bead pushing from underneath her fur. The small nub that had just come into view began to grow, engorging from a small bead into a thimble, and then again to a large thumb. In the space left between the two genitals another mass began to appear, this one starting with two small lumps that slowly pushed outwards.

Shaeon began teasing Jeromy once she reached the hilt of Jeromy’s cock. She subtly shifted herself back and forth on his waist, massaged his tool with her passage, and even teased one of his nipples with an errant hand. Shaeon’s stomach bulged a small bit, and the carpet’s colour became two shades lighter.

Meanwhile Shaeon’s growth had continued, the thumb sized flesh growing in girth to that of a banana, and then again to a corn cob. Shaeon used one of her small 4-fingered hands to begin pleasuring herself, coaxing out inches from the stout member. The small lumps had grown in size, pushing out into a sack that was filled with two slowly inflating balls.

With a slow pace Shaeon began to ride Jeromy, rising just enough to leave almost all his cock exposed, then slamming down to the base. Jeromy simply held his head back, completely overwhelmed to the point of thoughtlessness. The sheer pleasure his new tool gave put his old cock to shame, his mind totally unprepared for the plethora of new sensing neurons that his many-times-larger cock had.

If Shaeon wasn’t doped up on bliss from her growing cock and riding motions she would’ve made a sarcastic remark about how much of a workout her technique was. Her motions quickly became more erratic, a combination of exhaustion and impatience leaving her rising off the dick half as much as before. Jeromy picked up the slack himself, using his hips to plunge in and out of her depths.

Shaeon’s balls had continued to grow, slapping against Jeromy’s waist in their efforts to pleasure each other as much as possible. All the cum that Jeromy had released caused the slapping to have a wet sound to it, which, combined with the feeling of the impacts themselves, pulled Jeromy back to earth just enough for him to notice the massive equipment that Shaeon now possessed.

By this point her dick had almost reached the size of Jeromy’s, both of Shaeon’s hands rubbing back and forth on the precum slicked shaft. The balls below were a large blur of pink, flying up and down, the sheer heft of them giving them a satisfying arc as they rose then fell under gravity. Her tits were going just as wild, the peach breasts swinging in circles from the vigorous love making, small beads of milk flinging from her dark rose nipples. Her two-feet-long ears were flopping about too, moving up and down like a crude impression of flacid dicks.

The finished growth of these tools was announced when Shaeon hilted herself on Jeromy’s cock and forced his hip to the floor. Shaeon let out a monstrously loud groan as her shaft began to release her prodigious volume of seed. The stream of cum arced up into the air and landed all over Jeromy, staining the furniture in front of her and the carpet beneath them. Jeromy opened his mouth and guzzled the seed that happened to rain on him, his own release even further moistening the ground behind Shaeon and engorging her stomach two sizes larger. As both came down from their peak Shaeon spoke.

“Hahhhhhhh… It’s been far too long since I’ve done this…” She said as she relaxed her squeezing thighs. She slowly rose, absentmindedly stroking her dick with one hand while she used the other to grab her bed frame for support.

“I ain't done quite yet though.” she said with a heavy breath, grabbing Jeromy’s hand and pulling him up. All of the cum that flooded the carpet had turned Jeromy’s legs to match that of the woman in front of him: thick and powerful thighs, digitigrade legs, and large bear-like paws. She dragged him to the side of the bed and pushed him up onto the bed, lying on his back. She pulled him so his ass was lined up with the side of the bed and gave it a smack.

“You’re lucky we didn’t start with this, us Nu Mous have notoriously loose assholes. She said, barely able to finish the sentence without breaking into laughter at her own terrible joke. “Plus, all the cum everywhere helps too.”

She hefted up Jeromy’s pendulous balls then lined up the flat head of her cock against his donut-like asshole. The soft pillowy flesh gave way without much effort, her head receiving a firm but gentle massage as Jeromy squeezed his asshole. His dick simultaneously bobbed and a squirt of precum fell in between his already-soaked chest.

Shaeon grabbed two handfuls of flesh on the side of Jeromy’s upper stomach, and used it as leverage as she eased her way into Jeromy. Inch by inch the thick pillar of flesh wormed its way in, the walls squeezing in rhythmic pulses, reflected by the movements of Jeromy’s dick. Shaeon’s hilting was soft, Jeromy’s thick ass and large balls pliantly squishing as Shaeon pushed against his furred flesh.

“Hahhhhh…” Shaeon exhaled, relishing in the feeling of a hilted cock. She shifted back and forth for a while, milking the moment for all it was worth.

“Come onnnnnnn!” Jeromy pleaded at Shaeon, desperate for more of the bliss he had received just on the way in.

“Well someone’s needy, aren’t they?” Shaeon said in a singsong voice. She shimmied her hips to the left and right, teasing him.

“Fuck you.” Jeromy said with only a tiny bit of hate. Frustrated regardless, he put two hands on his cock and began to stroke.

“I plan to.” Shaeon said, grabbing both of Jeromy’s wrists and pinning them to the side as she leaned in face to face. “I want to see you cum just from my cock though.” Her voice suddenly a bit deeper. Jeromy responded with a wordless “oh my~!” leaning forwards to meet her in a deep kiss.

Shaeon slowly pulled out, milking every inch until she slammed back to the hilt. Jeromy let out a shocked moan into Shaeon’s mouth, a low groan coming from Shaeon in response. She repeated this again, getting a bit of a squirm from Jeromy, his soft fur tickling Shaeon’s nipples, a small laugh escaping Shaeon. Jeromy caught on to this, and began shifting his body back and forth, huffing in satisfaction at finally returning a tease. Shaeon let out a moan at the sudden turn, and pulled her head back.

“Okay wise guy, fiiiiine.” Shaeon said, half-satisfied half-annoyed. She let go of his wrists, grabbed a hold of his love handles, and started thrusting in earnest. They moaned into eachothers mouths, Shaeon’s thrusting cock sending huge spikes of pleasure to Jeromy, who grabbed two handfuls of cum drenched asscheeks for something to hold on to.

Waves spread from each person's hips, their chubby flesh moving to and fro from the hammering that Shaeon was giving to Jeromy. The flesh inside Jeromy’s ass worked hard to satisfy Shaeon’s shaft, each unconscious squeeze pushing Shaeon closer and closer to a release. Jeromy dick was receiving a pleasuring of its own, Shaeon’s rhythmic humping causing her soft fur to rub on Jeromy’s cock, lubed by the precum Jeromy constantly leaked.

This rubbing, combined with the fireworks of pleasure that came from Shaeon’s fucking, pushed him to climax within seconds of Shaeon’s earnest humping. Cum flooded the passageway created by Shaeon’s multiple breasts pressed against Jeromy’s flesh, the stream of splooge hitting both their chins, covering their heads in a film of cum. Jeromy’s ass squeezed particularly tight when he came, which, combined with the shock of his cum blast, pushed Shaeon to an orgasm of her own. A bucket of cum flooded Jeromy’s bowls, filling them and even causing his stomach to inflate from the blast.

Jeromy’s ears had already begun to droop from Shaeon’s earlier cum shower, but this wave of cum fed them even further. The lavender ears pushed out inch by inch in sync with the slams from Shaeon’s dicking, the violet tip happening to push through the hole in Shaeon’s long ears. The two ears wrapped around each other, both from Jeromy’s ear growth, and from the constant back and forth motion caused by their fucking.

The cum also changed Jeromy’s hair, his old hair falling out in chunks and being replaced with a violet mane that ran from his old hairline and slowly spread down his back to the top of his ass, noticed by Jeromy because of the bizarre tickling feeling of this new hair rubbing back and forth against the sheets beneath him. Beneath the end of this hairline was a small nub, slowly growing under a constant stream of cum escaping from his bowels each time Shaeon pulled her cock from his ass.

Shaeon spent all this time lost in her own world, focusing mostly on the dual pleasure from both the fur rubbing against her nipples and from her dick shoving in and out of Jeromy’s ass. It was a hypnotic trance, only pulled away from a slap on her ass, a wave of cum hitting her chin, or the feeling of Jeromy’s new ears intermingling with hers.

Her pace increased over time, going from a moderate cycle to a rough jackhammering. When another wave of cum hit her chin along with a tight squeeze from Jeromy’s ass, Shaeon erupted with a loud moan that had her pulling away from Jeromy standing straight up. The only thing that connected the two was Shaeon’s hilted cock and the ears kept together in a loose knot. A massive rope of cum erupted from her dick, her balls physically pulling up from the intense flow. The sensation of such a strong stream hitting his deep bowels led Jeromy to erupt as well, covering his body in another wave of cum that also stained the rest of the bed from the cum splattering against their ears. Jeromy’s stomach visibly bulged from the enormous mass of cum that entered his already overfilled digestive tract.

Jeromy’s tail had already grown multiple inches, but the explosion of cum that sprayed on it led to a burst in growth, going from a tail that looked like a dog’s to one that belonged on a dinosaur. the mane from his back connected to the tail and went to cover the top half of the tail, his lavender fur covering the bottom half. The tail quickly found Shaeon’s, the end bit of Jeromy’s snaking around the end of Shaeon’s until they became too thick to envelop each other.

The cum that was still blasting out of Shaeon continued to bloat Jeromy, until it was literally forced out of his mouth. His moans became frothy white gurgles, cum literally flowing from his open mouth, totally uninterrupted until Shaeon finished her orgasm. With her no longer cumming, the splooge was finally able to escape through his ass quick and mouth quick enough for the level of cum to manage to decrease. A few mouthfuls later and Jeromy was finally able to take a desperate breath for air.

Jeromy was about to say something, but before he could start speaking Shaeon pulled him into a deep kiss, her dick still lodged in his ass. She pulled away from him, a line of her cum connecting their two lips.

“This stuff will still last a few hours more, but you should be able to think now that you aren’t a Hume. How about we use this time to answer some of your questions, hmm?” Shaeon's eyes suddenly lit up in excitement.

“One condition though. Both of us have to cum once for each question. I think that means you’ve gotten quite a few so far.” She said, winking at him with an only slightly held back laugh. Jeromy laughed for once at her corny joke, responding by pulling her into a deep kiss.