FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

It was late on a dreary winter evening. The wind was whistling against the windows of the small apartment, mostly drowning out the faint sound of traffic from the nearby roads.

It was dark. Most of the illumination came from a computer monitor perched on a desk in the corner of the room. There was a desk lamp beside it, facing the wall and giving just enough reflected light to see the keyboard being manipulated rapidly by the talons of a gryphon. His feathers were mostly a vivid blue, with white stripes and tips.The fur across his belly was a creamy white. He was hunched forward over the keyboard, eyes fixed on the small streams of text scrolling across the screen as he typed.

A beeping and a bright flash of light as the screen of his phone lit up distracted Chaz, his fingers skidding to a halt on the keyboard as he peered down in surprise at receiving a message. He eagerly snatches it up and flicks his thumb across the screen to bring up the message:

Fancy a cozy night in with your partner, for just £19.99 we can deliver you a great meal for two…

Scoffing, Chaz stopped reading and hit the delete message button with more force than was really necessary.

Throwing the phone back down on the desk, he flops back into his chair, looking around the room and realizing how dark it was for the first time. Getting up, he walks over to the fridge, opening it and peering at the contents. There was a block of cheese, some butter, a rather limp looking bag of salad and a half full bottle of milk. Chaz opens the lid and takes a sniff before pulling a face and putting it back in the fridge and closing the door.

Walking over to a cupboard, he pulls out a box of cereal and goes back to his computer. Closing down his work, he brings up his favorite chat server, reading through the last few hours of entries and chuckling at the comments.

Getting to the bottom, he hesitates.

Over the two months since joining the server, he had not actually spoken to anyone yet. He tried to think of something to say.

Maybe just say hello...?

But that was rubbish! No one would care if some unknown guy just said hello.

Maybe a joke or something?

But what if people didn’t get it?

Chaz sat back, eating a handful of cereal and pondering how he could get more involved. He had hoped someone might send him a message and start a conversation. It was so much easier to respond to someone else than to try and start a conversation.

A new message popped up on the screen:

Snep404: Anyone up to anything tonight? I’m bored.

Chaz’s heart jumped. Here was an opportunity! if he said something cool and interesting, then maybe this person would want to chat or play a game, maybe even more...

Another message popping up on the screen broke his reverie:

Cbloc: I’m doing some solo Deepstar runs at the moment, if you want you can join me.

No, maybe Snep will turn him down. It might be fine...

Snep404: Sure, sounds fun let me boot it up. Want to jump on coms?

Chaz punched his thigh. It hurt, as it should have. What the hell was wrong with him? A golden opportunity was thrown in his lap and he could not even do anything with it! Slumping back in his chair, he glanced down at the box of dry cereal and threw it to one side, not feeling hungry anymore.

Picking up his phone, he scrolled down his contacts list. There were not many entries, mostly parents and family members along with a few work contacts that he had to talk to on occasions. He eventually got down to the contact he was looking for. It was different from the rest. The name was just “FEEL” and there was only a mobile number, no other details. Laying his head back against the chair, he hesitates. Glancing around the room and sighing. Turning back to his phone, he sends a message.

BluBirb: Are you available tonight?

Once sent he places the phone carefully back on his desk. He Looks up at the chat window on his screen again, but not really seeing it, but just trying to distract himself until he got a response. A couple of minutes later, the phone lit up with a simple response.

FEEL: Be here in twenty mins. I will not wait.

Chaz gulped and whined a little. Twenty minutes was not a lot of time. He hit the lock key on his PC, not bothering to turn it off, and jumped to his feet. Running to the door, he checked his pockets for his phone, wallet and keys. Grabbing a coat for the cold evening, he shot out the door, slamming it behind himself.

Chaz lived on the fourth floor of his block. He usually took the lift, but as he ran down the corridor he saw they were both on high floors. Not wanting to waste time waiting, he ran for the stairs, taking them two at a time and bashing through the doors at the bottom. There was a bus stop at the end of the road. If he could catch a bus in the next five minutes then he would be able to get there in time.

Jogging down the footpath, Chaz saw the bus pull into the stop at the end of the road.

No! I’m not going to make it!

He increased his speed, streaking down the road as fast as he could. He was about twenty meters away as the doors slid closed and the bus pulled out and sped away down the road.

Looking around, he ponders his options. Glancing up, the air above the road was crisscrossed with wires for power and phones. He could fly if needed, but would have to find a clear spot to take off from. The other option was a taxi but that would take too long to get here. He whined to himself, figuring that flying was the only way to get there in time.

There was a small park just across the street. Glancing around for traffic, Chaz darted over and headed inside. There were trees around the edge of the park, but an open area in the middle with a few benches. There was an overflowing bin and some empty beer cans littering one of the benches, but he ignored them, just needing a space to take off. Glancing around nervously, he slowly spreads his wings out, revealing some strange bald patches where the wings meet the fur on his body. Some of them looked quite old with new feathers growing through, while some looked quite recent.

Chaz leaps into the air, his large wings scooping the air and propelling him up and above the trees. He circles for a moment, gaining altitude. He hopes that no one has seen him, paranoid that his bald spots will be noticed. He wondered if the time limit was intended to force him into flying.

In the air, the trip was short. In just ten minutes he saw his destination below him: a run down block of flats. Only half of the windows had lights on. Most of the ones at ground level and some on the first floor were boarded up. Swooping around the building, he landed in the empty parking block around the back. There were a few beaten up cars laying around, most of them having broken windows, missing mirrors or flat tires.

Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, he slipped over to one of the garages and knocked on the door quietly. There came the sound of shuffling from within, and after a moment, the door slid open with a grating sound.

On the other side was a figure wearing a full body latex suit. From the shape the best guess would be a reptilian of some kind, perhaps a dragon. But there were no wings, and they were completely concealed behind the latex, with a shapeless tinted glass visor. Even his face was not visible.

Chaz hesitates on the step for a moment, and the figure silently reached out and grabbed his upper arm, pulling him inside roughly and slamming the door shut. The inside of the garage was surprisingly well appointed. The walls were covered in sound insulating foam. The floor was a shiny white. In the middle of the room there was a reclining chair, similar to what a dentist would use, but this one had straps across it.

Chaz gulped and followed meekly as he was led briskly across the room and pushed into the chair. there was a hole in the back for his tail to poke through and he had just enough time to arrange himself before being pressed back into the seat. The silent latex figure began to quickly and efficiently fasten the straps, starting with the ankles, one around the waist, one over each wrist and each elbow then one more around the neck.

Chaz began to pant as the straps were done up, wondering again if this was a good idea. He had no idea who the person behind the mask was. He had never seen his face. Finished with the straps, the final touch was a wide blindfold. He placed it with surprising care over Chaz’s eyes before tying it around his head

For a few moments, nothing happened. There was no noise and no sight. Chaz wondered if the figure, who he didn’t know the name of, was holding his breath. The sound of his own heart beating filled his head so it was hard to make out anything else. It took Chaz a moment to realise he could feel the cool air around his shaft. It had already emerged from his sheath, the anticipation enough to get him excited.

The strange void of sensations was broken when Chaz felt something brush down his chest. He gave a quiet yelp. It may have been a hand, tail or anything. Whining and wiggling a little in the restraints, he felt it stroking his body slowly down from his collar to his navel where it stopped, almost reaching his sheath. He whimpered, wiggling again and trying to encourage the unseen hand to move faster.

SMACK!

Chaz yelped as something slapped his left thigh, maybe a hand or a paddle. With the blindfold on he could not tell, and the sensation was too quick and unexpected to be processed properly.

“Your master is in charge here. If you want something, you will ask me and I will consider your request. Do you understand?” the unseen figure asked.

Chaz nodded his head as best he could in the restraints.

SMACK!

Chaz yelped again, his shaft twitching.

“I asked if you understand, pet! I do not like to repeat myself.”

“Yes master, I understand. I’m sorry.”

Chaz responded with a blush. Speaking up went against his nature, but he knew that his master would not relent. The Master seemed satisfied with that and went back to slowly working his way around Chaz’s body. Every time the Master came to a sensitive spot, he would shift to an agonizingly slow pace that had Chaz shaking and twitching. He tried his best to hold still but could not completely control himself.

The tour of his body ended at the base of one of his wings, where patches of bald spots could be seen. As he reached that spot, Chaz’s breathing picked up rapidly.

“Is there something you would like to ask, pet?”

The master’s voice was mischievous. Chaz knew what he wanted, but he could not bring himself to voice it. He made a choked squeaking noise, but that was the best he could manage.

“Well, if there is nothing you want, then…”

The master began to move away from there and Chaz whined. The master's hands stopped moving away.

“Yes?”

Chaz screwed his eyes shut under the blindfold, trying to bring himself to say what he wanted to say.

“Please master… Could you… Please...”

That was the best he could do. He just could not bring himself to say it out loud. The master’s hand swept back up to his wings, softly stroking along the feathers and brushing lightly over a bald spot. Chaz’s cock was standing straight up and throbbing with excitement

“What would you like me to do here, pet?”

Chaz wiggled, twitched, whined and gasped, but he still could not bring himself to say it. The master’s hand stopped moving, and Chaz felt one of his feathers being separated from the rest.

“Yes... Please, master... Please!”

Chaz had his beak wide open and was panting loudly.

“Please... what? Be specific, pet.”

The master tweaked the feather, sending bolts of electric pleasure through Chaz. He yelped and thrashed weakly in his bonds, but shook his head, still unable to articulate his desires.

“I told you to be specific, pet. Are you disobeying me?”

The master gave the feather a stronger tug, causing a stronger shock through Chaz. He twitched and sobbed before breaking down under his master’s ministrations.

“Please… Pluck... me.”

Chaz’s head slumped to his chest. Trying to curl up into a ball, he is hardly able to move with his limbs restrained. Shame fills him and causes his cheeks to burn. His shaft throbs, however, and is leaking pre.

“See pet, was that so hard?”

The Master gives Chaz a moment to revel in his shame before he plucks the feather out.

Chaz arches up as best he can in the restraints and freezes for a moment. The only thing twitching is his cock before he fires his release high into the air. It falls back, splattering over his face and chest. He then slumps back into his seat, panting and gasping in a mess of sweaty cum covered feathers.

“Now pet, I don’t seem to recall giving you permission to cum.”

Chaz gulps at that, wondering what punishment the master has in mind.