FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The air is quiet in the outskirts of the ancient temple. The three adventurers sit in silence in the magically lit yard, their only course lit by the green glow that leads out from the mouth of the massive Jaguar that serves as the facade for the temple.

Feliny stands up, rubbing her stomach. “W… what was that? By what devil, nggh did that feeling come from?"

Sandro pushes himself up, stretching and rolling his neck. “Well, that was certainly a bit of excitement. Is everyone alright?"

Their guide just stares up at the temple before them, her eyes wide and her ears drooping—her mouth agape.

The two adventurers approach their guide. Feliny is the first to speak up. “Hey, are you alright?"

Sandro adjusts his glasses. “We need to be careful. That feeling… it wasn't natural—it was magic."

“Yeah, I could figure," Feliny says, grabbing the elf by the arm. “Hey, we're going in. Are you coming with?"

The elf doesn't react. She just keeps her eyes locked on the ancient statue.

Feliny frowns. “She's really out of it, San. I don't think she's going to listen to us."

“Whatever magic is in this place seems to be messing with her much greater than with us," Sandro says. He steps around, heading to the wall. He presses his fingers against it and closes his eyes.

“The magic is protective. It's not going to allow anything inside unless they have a key. The likelihood of that happening is quite slim."

“So, you're saying we should just leave her out here?"

“She never intended to come inside with us, anyway. Unfortunately, that seems to be her fate now. Let's get moving."

The illuminated path leads up to between the teeth of the fantastic feline. The two adventurers approach side-by-side in body but hand-in-hand in spirit.

“No door, huh?" Feliny says, scratching behind her ear. Her nose twitches. “Smells kinda fresh, too."

Sandro sticks his tongue out, adjusting the breast of his shirt. “Hm…, yes, well, if they had magical wards for the weather, they wouldn't need another doorway past the initial gate, right?" He slides on in, producing a small flame on the tip of his index finger. “Already, there are so many notes here. The lore we can gain alone is quite extensive. Hold on and let me take some rubbing of the hieroglyphics here…"

Feliny walks on over to the other side of the room, rubbing her chin. “Hm… should'a thought any good stuff would be deeper in. Say…" She taps the wall, “Looks like the people here were fans of the beast folk. Take a look at this."

“Hm? Oh, dear, you're so childish." Sandro sighs and walks up beside her. “This is not some pornographic scene here, but likely an origin story based on their religion. Obviously, they employed a form of animism in their worship. This feline figure is most likely a representative of their god. There are no records of any bestial creatures with any hermaphroditic properties in the jungle around here."

Feliny snorts. “What, did people look at their tits and dicks to check?"

“Did you?" Sandro smirks.

“Too busy protecting my man," The larger woman says, bringing him in for a hug, smothering him up against her chest.

The male sighs, holding tight to his partner, breathing deep of her strong musk, and stealing a few kisses at her tits before he slips his way out of her. “Now, now, love, we'll have plenty of time for that later. We have to get going if we're going to help our guide."

“Heh... Yeah… wasn't quite sure what came over me," Feliny says, rolling her neck. “Let's press on, then. No more stopping to enjoy the pretty pictures. Go!" She taps his tush with her palm. He yelps and keeps up his step, journeying into the chamber.

The two of them find a great stone door at the end of the chamber. In the center are two indentations, large enough for someone to slip their hands into, palms facing against out to either side.

“A sliding door mechanism—how intriguing."

“Sliding!?" Feliny yowls. “Not a problem. I got this!" She spits into her palm and rubs her hand together. Then, she steps up to the middle of the door, fitting her hands into each of the handholds, and then she pushes, grunting in exertion, her muscles on her back defined and mighty. Sandro just sighs, feeling a tightness in his chest. “Be still my beating heart," he says, placing a hand over his breast, only to pull away.

The sensitivity of his flesh made his traveling tunic feel like a harsh abrasive material when he touched it. He looks to his hand and then to his shirt, giving a contemplative hum.

Meanwhile, Feliny lets out a roar as she pushes the door to the side, the ancient dust crumbling as the stone rumbles and grinds against the stone. She takes a few breaths, and then she grabs one of the doors, raising her arms up high and pressing her chest against the portal, stretching out her arms and her back. “Aaah… nothing like a good old workout, wouldn't you say? We might have to squeeze in, but that shouldn't be a problem."

Sandro snaps out of his trance and presses up against the opened doorway. “Doesn't seem like it'd be too much of a problem," he says before popping into the unexplored corridor beyond. When he turns back to look at the mechanism of the door, he frowns.

“Hey, honey, something the matter?" Feliny says, peering in from the front side.

“The doors are quite impressive, my love, and I commend you for being able to push them as far as you did… that is… if it weren't for the fact that they're weighted down, too. No human should be able to move this contraption on their own."