FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

For weeks, the fox had kept his eye on the mouse. Tyler was the rodent's name and his figure was small, mildly chubby, his fur brown and eyes blue. Soulful eyes, they were always magnified always by thick lenses because the mouse was nearsighted to the point of blindness without his glasses. That he was a nerd was plain to see from his appearance; Tyler was friendless and shy, making his way through college in solitude. The fox had never once seen Tyler commit to more than small talk with other students, even those as outwardly nerdy as he was. Tyler was not hated or bullied, but simply a part of the background.

None of this made the fox, name of Regent, feel sympathy for Tyler. Regent was everything that the rodent was not: reasonably tall, fit with a round behind, and blessed with perfect vision in his cold blue eyes. His short black hair he kept styled into a fashionable swoop and his body he dressed in form-fitting jeans and muscle shirts which complimented the toned plane of his belly. On campus, Regent was a very social creature with an impressive number of casual fucks to his name; the fox's curved bottom was well-known to the queer community on campus.

Regent was, however, more than a campus whore. To most, he was known for his charm and charisma. His circle of friends spanned many groups, and so when he sat down beside Tyler in the library, his behavior raised no eyebrows.

Tyler looked aside at the fox, smiling awkwardly, showing more teeth than just his overbite. All of his teeth, overbite included were spotlessly white and straight after formative years spent in braces. "Oh, hi," was all he said.

"Hey there," Regent said, smiling back. He tapped the open book before the mouse. "Economics, huh? I'm going for a business degree."

Tyler nodded. His hair, somewhat unkempt and brown, fell in front of his glasses. He swiped it back. "Yeah, I'm, uh-, well, there's always going to be people who need an accountant..."

"Good way of looking at it," Regent replied. "Hey, you need a study buddy? I figure we can help each other out."

Tyler scrutinized the fox. He was aware of Regent only vaguely; he knew that the fox was well-liked, and he had never heard an unkind word about him. He nodded slowly. "Okay, uh-, yeah. Sure."

"Hey, great," Regent said. He clapped the mouse on the shoulder playfully. "My dorm, tonight at eight - that good for you?"

"Okay," Tyler blurted.

Regent left the mouse with his dorm number, and reminded him when to show up.

The rest of the day was uneventful for both. At eight PM sharp - Tyler had nothing else to do but be punctual - the mouse knocked on Regent's door. The fox was quick to let him in, and he greeted the rodent politely. The fox was wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts, but Tyler did not find it unusual; he dressed for comfort in his own dorm most nights, sometimes in nothing more than his briefs, which were as spotless and white as his teeth.

As he sat his books on the desk, Tyler said, "I'm not sure how you want to start. Maybe we could quiz each other on the the basics first, see where we're at?"

"Uh-huh, maybe," Regent murmured. He stood hunched over his desk, clicking and typing alternately on his laptop. His bushy tail flagged above his round behind.

Tyler peeked at the screen. He said quietly, nervously, "Oh-, heh, I use that software sometimes. For-, uh, for streaming games. Are you a streamer?"

"I sure am," Regent affirmed.

Silence. Tyler, awkwardly playing with the ends of his hoodie's drawstring, asked, "So-o-o, what games do you stream?"

Regent stood up and turned. He smiled down at the mouse, then laid a paw on his small, bony shoulder. "Usually just this one," he said as he pulled Tyler to the bed. The bespectacled mouse walked where Regent wanted but looked several times at the laptop; he realized after a few glances that the video feed was of the bed, and he noticed then the camera clamped to the headboard.

"What are you doing?" asked Tyler in a small squeak of a voice.

Regent grinned at the mouse who felt suddenly like prey. He pushed Tyler onto the bed, adjusting the frightened nerd until his nose was aligned with the camera's focus.

"I'm going to study from a book," said Regent, sliding down his boxers. "And you're going to study me, how's that sound?" He slipped out of his clothes and although he did this with no particular flair, Tyler watched closely with warm cheeks.

Though blushing, Tyler was also grinning, but the expression was a nervous one. He started to ask what Regent was doing. The fox knelt on the bed and touched his lips. Gently he shushed the mouse. He smiled, winked an icy eye at the mouse, and patted him on the chest. "Oh, we don't need these getting busted," said the fox, pulling off Tyler's glasses gently. The mouse's eyes immediately squinted.

Like a king seating himself on his throne, Regent turned his back to the mouse as he straddled, then sat upon Tyler's short snout with a flourish. Like a wedge the mouse's snout packed between Regent's cheeks, nostrils brushing the fox's anus, their nervous quivers and the fidgeting of whiskers giving pleasure to the fox. Regent softly moaned and he gyrated against Tyler for a moment, searching for the best way to settle on the rodent's face. He said slyly, "I've never sat on a mouse before. Every chair's a little bit different."

For a moment Tyler squeaked and huffed and wriggled. His snuffling was desperate, not for Regent but simply for air; but it seemed as the mouse realized he was not suffocating he began to relax. Still his sniffles were brisk and hungry, the fox's musk mild but a shock to the mouse.

On the streaming service Regent used, his fans showed their love for the fox and his taut bottom. They showed it by sending donations and filling the chat with amorous messages and emojis of hearts and phallic eggplants. Regent saw none of it, his body turned away from the screen, but he knew that they were watching. "Hope you're all enjoying this," he cooed, and wriggled on hapless Tyler. Each night he streamed, he made a tidy sum from his efforts. And when he used boys like Tyler as seats, profits were especially high. Regent's loving fans lived vicariously through the boys Regent pinned under his round ass cheeks.

Regent patted the mouse's head softly, then picked up a textbook from the shelf where he had set Tyler's glasses. As he opened it he settled further back onto Tyler's face; his toned muscles relaxed. Even his penis was entirely flaccid. He had no intention of fucking Tyler.

Tyler palmed Regent's body in clumsy fleshy hands. He was confused and a little bit afraid; his first sexual encounter was not what he expected it to be. His fingers brushed the fox's penis but he was quick to shy away from it. With some effort he shifted his head, pulling his nose out from under the fox's winking, pink anus but Regent chuckled and adjusted himself, forcing his anus onto the rodent's nostrils again. Tyler whined and his hands gripped Regent's bottom, but he made no further effort to free his snout.

"Those whiskers really tickle," the fox said, speaking more for the benefit of his audience than the rodent. "That quivering nose feels nice, too. I bet a lot of my fans would love to be in your position right now - you'd better savor it for their sake, Tyler." He laughed as an idea occurred to him. "Maybe I could dox you, then my fans can just ask you themselves how my asshole smells."

Nervously Tyler whined and huffed. Regent paid his fear no mind. His eyes were on the textbook. He was scanning over the text and making mental notes - things to bring up when the show was over and he actually did make use of Tyler as a study buddy.

On and on went the chat, scrolling up at a nearly unreadable speed. It was a deluge of hungry, horny messages for Regent, wishes to be in the rodent's place, and the usual emojis. Peppered into the messages were notifications concerning donations.

The minutes wore on; Regent had been seated on the mouse for nearly half an hour when he straightened up, readjusted himself, and sat back down. "I hope you guys are loving this," he cooed. "I'm starting to get a little swampy now, hope Tyler can hold out."

A light dew of sweat had begun to glisten in his crack, brought on mostly by the humid exhalations of the whining mouse. Regent said nothing on the matter; he calmly turned the page and continued reading. The plush brush of his tail swished before the camera; some of his fans expressed their love for his bushy tail, and it even earned some donations.

A snippet of a rock song came from Regent's phone on the shelf. The fox took it and said to the mouse, "Keep quiet, I need to take this."

Tyler was silent - not that he could have said much with the fox's rear pinning him to the bed, depriving him of air. He and the audience listened as the fox casually answered his phone.

"Hey mom. Yeah, I'm doing good. I actually have a new study partner tonight, he's cool."

The blase fashion in which Regent spoke to his mother as he sat on the mouse inspired yet more love and donations from the fans; so many of them longed to be casually sat on, treated like nothing more than furniture by the dreamy fox. Tyler simply snuffled the fox with no other choice but to do so; he was whining, too softly for the fox's phone to pick it up.

"Oh, sure," Regent said after a pause. "I'll definitely be back for that. Tell her I said congrats!" The fox laughed cheerfully. Some of the fans loved his laugh; they thought it was a warm, pleasant sound and it opened their wallets as well as spread their legs.

"Okay, I love you too, later." As Regent set aside his phone, he chuckled, "Jeez, parents have no sense of timing. A guy can't even put his ass on someone's face without a call from mom." Firmly he rocked on the mouse's head, smearing his asshole across Tyler's nostrils and lips before pushing down. His rump blocked off Tyler's air and from the mouse came several squeaky cries and snorts. The fox grinned, and he eased off only enough to allow Tyler some air - which the mouse could only claim by snuffling Regent's anus, something Tyler did desperately, whimpering as he filled his lungs.

Regent pushed down again, forcing his anus against Tyler's nose, depriving him completely of life-giving oxygen. The mouse began to panic, fidgeting and shoving, but Regent was heavier than the flimsy rodent. He bore down with all his weight and said as Tyler whined and fought for breath, "Work for it. You have to try harder if you want some air."

Donations poured in. Regent's domination was sickeningly lucrative. More than ever, the fans envied Tyler, the hapless seat. Fans begged for the fox to smother Tyler until he passed out; others wanted the mouse to have enough air to stay conscious but not a gasp more. Regent was seeing none of their messages, but he knew what they loved.

Slowly, teasingly, Regent lifted his butt and Tyler gasped for air like a diver breaking the surface. Just as quickly Regent pressed down, defying Tyler's struggling hands, ignoring the plaintive cries of the smothering mouse. Regent found Tyler's struggling nose pleasurable against his tender anus, and he said coyly, "I wonder how long I can smother you before you lose consciousness... I don't want your nose to stop fidgeting."

The fox cracked open his textbook again, smirking. "College is full of good chairs," he mused as he looked for the passage he had last been reading. He brushed his bushy tail across Tyler's hair and the mouse, uttering muffled squeals, shoved his behind, fleshy fingers sinking into the cheeks. The fox grinned, rocked back onto Tyler's snout, and returned to his studies. He still wanted to study alongside Tyler, but there was no rush, no rush at all when the mouse made such a comfortable seat.