FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

WARNING: CONTAINS CHOKING, WATERSPORTS.

Jane landed, rolled, and sprung to her feet in a single continuous motion, barely losing momentum before breaking into a sprint again. There was a corner ahead of her, and she used the adjacent faces to change direction, pushing off hard. Too hard, as it turned out, her top half was moving a little faster than her bottom half could keep up, and she wound up face first on the mat.

"Not bad. Your balance was off on that change over, but something tells me you figured that part out." Maren was perched on a vertical post near the center of the gym. "Try getting a little more height on that second push, it'll give your legs time to catch up."

"Easy for someone as light as you, slinky-minky. I've got a little more mass to move around than you do."

"It's true. Try as I might I just can't get my ass up past seventy kilos." She hopped off the post, rolled when she hit the ground, and bounced to her feet. Much more smoothly than Jane had managed, but that was why they were both in the gym, after all. Better to learn from an expert, and Maren had been free-running basically since she could walk. No mean feat with the long torso and short legs commonly associated with mustelids.

"Meanwhile I'm up here in the nineties. The client is closer to your size. And wants to be chased. Because I can't ever get an easy job."

"Hey, the easy jobs go to folks who can't handle the hard ones. I'd love a two hour session as a masseuse, but I'm up here teaching you my hobby instead. So! Ready to try again?"

There was always, shortly before a complicated job, a last check of the script. Jane and her boss, Kuroko, sitting in the back of an unmarked van while the autopilot took it on a winding route toward the starting line.

"Alright, Miss Cooper. You understand the parameters and boundaries of this job?"

"Locate the client, Felicia, identify myself and chase her down. I have twenty minutes to grab her or we default, but if I make the catch within that time frame, her ass is mine for two hours."

"So far so good. Client preferences?"

"Rough sex, semi-public if we can pull it off safely. Hair pulling, breath play. Risky after exertion, I'll save that for a bit later on. Light bondage, light degradation."

"Check is good. Mobile medical is standing by if needed. You're good to go, Miss Cooper."

The van pulled to a stop. Just another chunk of Boston, really, but the starting area was Boston Common. The cougaress had dressed for the season, track shorts and a sports bra, paw-shoes strapped tight for a little extra traction. If her workouts with Maren had taught her anything, it was that nothing stole her speed like losing her grip. It was early summer, a Saturday in the late afternoon. So of course the park was packed. All the many shapes and colors of humanity, from pale skin to dark, from chrome to fur, in innumerable combinations and sequences. Finding one particular woman in this mass would be difficult.

After fifteen minutes of sliding through the crowd, there was a chirp in her ear. "Jane, Central."

She didn't need to speak out loud, just under her breath. "Jane."

"We have aerial. Would you like a pointer?"

"Mm. Yeah."

"Client is on your six. Has been for ten minutes. She definitely knows who you are."

"Thank you, Central. Be sure to keep aerial, this is either going to be great or terrible, and I suppose we'll find out in about twenty minutes. Jane out."

The client was a marten, small, slender, and according to the videos she'd been handed for scrutiny, almost certainly better at this than Jane. Which didn't mean a lot. Crowds were an even footing. It'd be interesting after they got out of the park. Which she ought to get started. Start the game the right way, though. She knelt to adjust one of her shoes, used the crouch to look behind without making it obvious. True enough, the client was maybe fifteen steps behind her, and watching. Poised to bolt, waiting for Jane to turn and give chase.

Instead, she stood up, stretched, and started toward a vendor cart. Sunglasses. A big market, there were a lot of muzzles and noses to accommodate. There was also a very handy mirror facing her. Jane paused to take off her sunglasses, ask the vendor if he had a similar pair, maybe in a blue tint? He did not, but Jane had a good view of the client's confusion in the mirror. Maybe she'd been tailing the wrong cougar? Sunglasses back on her broad muzzle, the faintest of clicks where the magnets met implanted bases.

Then a sudden turn and charge. The marten had great reaction time, there was barely a pause between confusion, surprise, and running.

Felicia almost immediately took them off the walking paths, which also meant much less crowd to work through. Still plenty of people, but no longer densely clustered. And more terrain.

Felicia vaulted a bench, landing without losing any momentum. Her strides were much shorter than Jane's, but that didn't really seem to matter. Long tail kept her effortlessly balanced at a dead run, and helped when she went up, as well. She aimed for a service building, right foot on a fence post, left on a wall, turned and grabbed the rafter, then swung herself up onto the roof to keep moving. Jane skipped the fence post. She didn't need the boost, but pushing off the wall let her keep some momentum to haul herself up onto the roof.

The building was some combination of storage, public pavilion, bathrooms, and some other bits of filler. Long, but not very wide, and only a single level. She spotted Felicia halfway to the far end, and dodged a few exhaust pipes in her pursuit.

Longer legs let her make up some ground, and coming down was even easier than going up. Gravity helped, and both of them knew how to drop, roll, and move. Felicia rebuilding her lead via recovery time, Jane eating it up with longer strides.

She was about five tail-lengths behind when they crossed out of the park. Felicia didn't stop for traffic, just hopped the hood of one car, the roof of another, sailed across a gap, then dismounted onto the far sidewalk and hooked a left onto Tremont Street. Jane didn't quite match the same sequence, but had to vault three car hoods to reach the sidewalk. Almost like running on all fours, but she really wasn't built for that.

Another turn, right onto Winter Street, and four hundred feet of weaving through crowds. Jane almost missed when Felicia twisted, leaned, and disappeared down the stairs into the subway.

The station was well lit, not as crowded as it would be shortly when shifts changed and commutes got underway, but still plenty of bodies to dodge around. Felicia vaulted a turnstile, Jane followed suit while a clerk yelled something at their backs.

"Central, Jane," she wasn't going to try and keep quiet while running this hard.

"Central."

"We just hopped turnstiles at Downtown Crossing Station. Can you soothe some hurt feelings and pay our fines?"

"On it. We don't have aerial, obviously. Let us know where you're coming up and we'll get some."

"Copy."

Which had carried her to a car, slipping through the door and barely avoiding losing a chunk of tail as they closed.

She was in the back car of the train, and didn't have a clear view of the client. But she assumed somewhere ahead of her. The crowd wasn't overly thick, there was room to move, but progress forward in the car was slow, and she had only just got to the third car up when they slowed for the next stop.

"Fuck. I don't see her. I think she's getting off."

"Not yet I'm not. And I won't if you don't fucking catch me."

Right behind her. Jane turned to see a flash of yellow tail ducking out the door the instant it opened, and Jane had to push to get through the crowd without losing her. She'd have apologized if she wasn't too busy trying to track that agile yellow ass. Up the steps, of course. Back out into the open.

"Central, Jane."

"Central."

"We're coming up State Station. She's in daylight, I'm three steps behind."

"Aerial will be there in ten seconds. Try to keep up. Timer says fourteen minutes."

"Trying to do better than keep up. Shit, she's going up."

Felicia was rapidly ascending a statue, from street to knee, knee to arm, arm to head, then a flying leap worthy of a squirrel from head to the roof of a three story building. Jane had to do it with more brute force and less finesse, but she made it to the rooftop only a breath behind the marten. Close enough, as it turned out, she snaked out an arm and caught the back of Felicia's pants. Hooked fingers into a pocket and used her weight to bring her target to a dead stop.

"Clotheslined by my own clothes," she lamented.

"My instructor mentioned that clothing was often the enemy in free running. Of course, in the gym we can go naked. Less so on the street. Though that's not your problem anymore." Jane scanned the surroundings. "Central, Jane."

"Central."

"Does aerial have a good place for me to take my prize?"

"Wait one." There was a brief pause. "Yes. There's a maintenance closet about twenty feet away, on your ten o'clock. It's probably locked, but someone piled a couple of tables and stuff against it. It looks like there's a decent sized nook under there that you can use. Out of sight. We'll monitor for possible interruptions."

Jane hefted the marten onto her shoulder, turned and started walking. There was a bit of squirming, but she put a pause on that with a couple of open-hand swats on the girl's ass. Loud squeal, there. "Quiet down or I won't get to make you walk funny."

"Cruel cat. What if I can't get off without being loud?"

"I'll gag you, of course."

"Oooh, promise?"

This was not going exactly as Jane had anticipated, but she was grinning. An enthusiastic partner was always a plus side. And with the marten's ass right next to her, the cougar could smell her excitement.

"Running gets you all hot and bothered, doesn't it?"

"Y'think?"

"When it suits me." Jane checked the door on the maintenance closet. Unlocked, as it turned out. And empty. "Huh. Well ain't that convenient. Little warm in here, though. Strip, or I'll tear your clothes off and you can try and sneak home naked."

"Oh, that'd be mean." But she was quickly getting out of her clothes anyway, so Jane didn't expect she'd need to make good on the threat. Felicia was pretty much exactly what she'd expected. Small, yellow, very fit. One had to be for the kind of things she did for fun. Jane could work with that.

A handful of hair dragged the marten off balance and down to her knees. "Ow!"

"Shut up." A good pull brought her back up to her feet, scrambling. "Or do you want someone to stumble in here with you bare-assed and reeking of sex?" The mustelid tried to shake her head, then winced when she was reminded how much tension her hair was under.

"Good." Jane dragged the martens head down to crotch level. She was still dressed, not that it mattered for this bit. It wasn't about pleasure, just about making a point. "You smell that? Got me all hot and bothered. You're going to pay me back for that when I fucking tell you to." Jane spent a few minutes just grinding the marten's face against her crotch, making sure that the girl's nose would be full of horny cougar stink. To start with, anyway.

She used that handful of hair to pull Felicia back up to her feet, the mustelid whining at the pain and stress. A hand on the marten's shoulder to spin her around, pulling her back against Jane. That hand slid up, wrapped around her neck, and she took a moment to fine-tune her grip. Proper mechanics for choking someone, squeeze, don't crush. "So here's the rules, prey. I'm going to finger you and choke you. You make a sound and I'll stop. Got it?"

Felicia opened her mouth to reply, then blinked and shut it. A quick nod. "Good. I knew you were smart."

The other hand went down her front. Wet marten cunt in one hand. "You're such a slut. All wet from getting pushed around. You're going to hate me." Slow start. Get the fingering going, get the smaller girl's hips moving eagerly. Then start squeezing to restrict blood flow. Back and forth, letting the girl fight and struggle on one end, then kicking the fingering up at the other. The mix of pleasure and panic made it hard for her to focus on either, especially trying to keep quiet.

Eventually she managed a strangled, whiny 'please', hips working to try and get a little more stimulation to finally get off. "Please? Bad choice, bitch." Jane stopped fingering entirely, stopped choking, and immediately grabbed a wrist and bent it behind the marten's back, pushing her to her knees, down until her face was on the dirty floor. One hand could keep her like that, whining and panting, while her other flipped open a pocket. Zip ties, wide ones that wouldn't injure but were all but unbreakable.

Wrists zipped behind her, the girl could only struggle ineffectually, even more so once Jane used a foot to flip her over, then planted that foot on her chest. Undid the tie on her shorts and tugged them off her tail. They were loose enough to just fall off after that, as soon as she moved her foot back off of the marten. "Get up."

The girl struggled to get a knee under herself, squirming on the dirty floor, not making much progress. "You've got until I count to five to be on your knees, bitch." Felicia scrambled, trying to get up, but the lack of hands hampered her too much. She had barely started to get up when Jane reached five. "Stupid. Worthless, can't follow the simplest of instructions. See if you can be useful for anything." Jance grabbed her hair again with one hand, then her lower jaw with the other. "Open wide."

Felicia struggled for a moment, but Jane knew what she was doing, and dug her finger and thumb in at a spot that made resistance agonizing, pried her mouth open, then held it that way with a solid grip. Not her favorite activity, but it was in line with the client's wishes, so she took a breath, focused for a moment, then let go a steady stream of piss into the girl's open maw. It wasn't neat or clean, it got on her face and chest, soaking into the short, dense fur as the girl spluttered and struggled. Jane let go once she was done, let the girl cough and writhe, trying to get the taste out of her mouth, trying to get the wet off of her face. "Fuck, you're not even a good urinal, made a mess everywhere."

Jane used a light kick to knock the girl over on her side, then came down on a knee next to her. Finish time. She put her hand back on the marten's throat, then tapped the ring on her middle finger gently with her thumb. A tiny but powerful vibrator kicked to life, giving her an extra edge she wasn't likely to need. The girl was still soaking down there between her legs, and the choking certainly wasn't turning her off. Back to squeezing and fingering, working the girl while she writhed on the floor. Not trying to go slow or edge her along, this was time to force that orgasm.

It didn't take long before the smaller girl yowled out in pleasure, hips bucking and squirming. Jane kept it going , rubbing that tiny buzzer in circles over the girl's clitoris. Direct stimulation. Overstimulation, after a moment, she cried out and struggled, trying to get her hips away, trying to escape the overpowered buzz. Jane wasn't having it, though, and kept her ring in place, firmly, despite the marten's struggles. And a tighter grip with her other hand, squeezing off the blood flow as she struggled, tried to cry out, then orgasmed again in the haze of breathless overstimulation. It wasn't until she saw the girl lose consciousness that she let up on both.

"Heh. Perfect." She took a few pictures, the marten sprawled naked on the dirty floor, face and chest soaked with urine, thighs wide apart, looking like a used toy. The pics were for her, and for Felicia of course. She'd want a memento or two. She'd also be waking up soon, unless Jane was mistaken.

"Central, Jane," she subvocalized.

The reply was slow. "Central."

"She's going to need fresh clothes and we're both going to need an aftercare space. Got anything handy?"

Another slow reply. "Van will be there in five. I'll have the driver bring a robe up so you can carry her down. Closest aftercare space to you is our office in Bifrost."

"Good with me. Jane out."

She waited for Felicia's eyes to flutter open, to meet her with gleaming, sharp teeth. The brief moment of panic was replaced with a wince and stretch.

"Sore?"

"Yeah. You play rough."

"As I'm paid to, yes. So, your clothes are a loss, unless you want to keep them as trophies?" The marten shook her head. "Alright, I'll have cleanup dispose of them. There should be a-" someone knocked on the door.

Jane opened it to see Icon, the little cross fox grinning up at her with a big fluffy bathrobe in one hand, and a pack of disposable wipes in the other. "Just in case. The recovery van is downstairs when you're ready."

She nodded, and he turned to the elevator, then headed down to wait for them.

Jane helped Felicia get the worst of the urine cleaned off of herself, let her put the robe on, then lifted her again. This time a bridal carry, out of the rooftop utility closet, or whatever it was. One of the drones was waiting with cleaning supplies. They did good work, and Adelaide liked them, but having them around always made her uneasy for no reason she could pin down. It didn't respond to her nod, just went to work cleaning every trace of their misdeeds away.

The van was comfortably appointed, an automatic that had cushy seating and climate control, as well as basic recovery supplies. A bottle of water for each of them, and some NSAIDs for Felicia.

The trip to aftercare was pretty short. More time was spent on the elevator up from Bifrost's underground parking area than was spent in the van, but the view got better very quickly. It was late, and the sun setting behind them threw sparkles and shadows on the harbor. Felicia stayed close, wrapped in the robe and tucked against Jane's side.

The recovery suite was just that, a small bed and bath area where someone who'd just been worked over could clean up, rest, recover, and get pampered until all was well again. Most of the time, that started right after a scene, but thanks to where things had happened, they were a bit late. Jane helped her through the shower, rubbed her down, made sure all of the piss-stink was scrubbed out of the marten's fur.

Then a fresh robe for her to dry out in, with lots of rubbing to get extra moisture out of her sleek coat. And just because. Most people (including Felicia apparently) found physical contact to be comforting, especially with someone large and gentle. Jane did big and gentle a lot, it was her preferred mode of interacting with folks. It was just that most people wanted at least a taste of mean, first. And she was good at mean, even if it wasn't what she really wanted to do.

They spent several hours there, chatting about things, and Central copied the chase video over to them, so that Felicia could critique Jane's form. Atrocious, when looked at from the outside, but there was a decent advantage to just having reach and stride over the quarry.

Eventually, Felicia was good to go, all the way back in her own head, and dressed, too.

"This was fun! Why don't you come meet me in the park some morning and I'll give you some pointers, help get you past relying on you being long and give you some more finesse. For next time."

"Next time?"

"Oh hell yes, that was fun. I want to do it again!"

Jane chuckled. Repeat customers could get to be pretty regular. At least this one would keep her in shape!