FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

For some reason you were compelled to wander down the seemingly empty alley. Though you were met with nothing at all, there was a presence that you could feel. The further down the alley you stepped, the stronger the feeling became.

"You!"

You whipped around towards the voice that called at you. But you were met with nothing at all. But a sound was picked up by your ears and you looked down to see grains of sand littering the city concrete. You weren't sure if there was sand on the ground before. But before you could properly remember there was the sound of paws behind you.

You turned around again and were met with more grains of sand that rained to the ground. Clearly, they were kicked up by someone. Someone who was obviously messing with you. You figured that whatever you expected to find wasn't worth it. Turning tail, you whimpered and darted off back the way you came.

To your shock, you could hear the sound of sand right behind you, only scaring you even more. Running as fast as you could, nearly making it to the end of the alley. But to your terror sand swirled around you, blocking your vision. Before you could properly act, your body was swept into the air. You yelped as your body was flung in the air, twisted and turned. You were soon released from the grains, dropped on the hard concrete below.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Now when you looked back you could clearly see a boston terrier standing right above you. His paw was held on his hip as he sneered down at his "visitor." He kept the other animal down with his paw, stepping on your chest. You groaned, not only from the surprising amount of strength but by the smell that wafted from the splayed toes.

"This is my turf and you're looking a little lost..."

You tried to say something but the foot lifted from your chest and was pressed against your face. Dirt and grains of sand clung to your tongue. The smell was much stronger now, cheesy and sharp. Another groan left your mouth from the smell. Your tongue accidentally scraped against the rough paw pad again, being met with a deep, bitter tang.

"If you're stepping on my block, you must be looking for cock," Iggy recited with a juvenile laugh.

You mumbled around the dirty foot and shook your head as best you could. Iggy tilted his head and snorted. "No? My bad... You must be looking for something else..." he lifted up his leg, releasing his foot from atop your mouth and nose. You gasped for fresh air and attempted to escape but sand swirled and covered your chest, forming into the shape of linked chains. In an instant you were now bound and forced to lie there by some kind of force.

You struggled a bit more until you heard Iggy chuckle. You opened your eyes and gasped as something bit and black slammed down on your face. A hot stench sailed through your nostrils, making you want to gag. Your entire muzzle was covered in what was clearly the terrier's hot, sweaty ass. Iggy sighed and ground his backside against his new seat.

"Aaahh... Yeah, this is what you must have been looking for. It's okay, you got what you wanted..." Iggy smirked and gave another sigh as he could your wet nose poking him in the asshole, the cold sent shivers down his spine.

Around the thick, sweaty mounds you mumbled something that was just barely heard. Iggy's ears flicked and he tilted his head. "No? This isn't what you wanted either? Hmm... You clearly came here for something..."

Iggy pretended to be deep in thought, humming to himself and rocking his hips, dragging his damp, dirty asshole against your muzzle, smearing the scent and filth against your lips. The scent was nearly overwhelming but you had no choice but to breathe it in. It was hard enough to breathe under the dog's ass and every breath you did take was flavored with sweat and grunge.

"Oh! I know what you're here for! Yeah, you must be looking for that Iggy Special..." The terrier snickered and spanked his ass. You still had no idea what he was talking about, but whatever the 'Iggy Special' was it didn't so good. But you soon got the answer; Iggy strained and bit then sighed as his ass opened up, spilling forth noxious fumes. You groaned from the powerful funk that burned itself into your nostrils. You choked on the gas, coughing against the ass. Iggy took full advantage of your open muzzle forcing another burst of gas straight from his bowels. The fetid gas flew straight straight down your throat, fizzing on the way down. You gagged and coughed even more but it did no good. Iggy forced his ass down on your face. Your muzzle was forced open and your tongue was pressed against the dirty ring.

"Yeah... That's what I like to feel. Some appreciation for making your dreams come true..." Iggy felt your tongue quickly draw back. He growled and pressed his foot between your legs. You yelped in pain while Iggy just laughed.

"Either you get to licking or you can kiss it goodbye!" His voice now had a threatening edge to it. Now fearful for yourself, you took a deep breath of the rank air available to you. You repeated your previous actions, this time you were more or less willing to do it. The moment the pink muscle made contact with the dirty flesh a sour, slightly spicy flavor sucker punched your tongue.

Iggy purred as he could feel you slowly lapping at his puffy asshole. The hot breathing against his ass made it sweatier than it was before. Thoroughly enjoying himself, Iggy gripped his hardened cock, giving it a few tugs and grunting from the pleasures that ran through his body. Underneath him, you had no choice but to swipe your tongue across the dirty pucker, bearing the brunt of the stink and the foul taste. But your actions were rewarded. The foot on your junk was eased just a bit, giving you hope that maybe you could get out of this if you just did what he said. That meant putting more effort into your actions. Urging yourself forwards you forced your tongue deep inside the smelly hole. Sweat and the thick grime dripped onto your muzzle, matting your fur with the stinking substances.

"That's it! Shit. Keep eating my dirty ass!" Iggy demanded, slipping his paw against his twitching cock. A bead of pre formed at the tip of his length, coming forth into the open air and dripping down the underside. Following the sitting dog's orders you curled your tongue in a slow licking motion. The walls that pressed against your wet muscle were soft and warm, clenching from your tongue, forcing you to taste the full brunt of the rank ass. Drool slipped from the corners of your mouth, mixing with the sweat that coated your fur. Maybe it was you getting used to the smell or the terrier's "encouragement," but something compelled you to lick a bit harder and faster. The taste on your tongue suddenly didn't seem so bad. The flavors were still strong and biting but you found them a bit easier to take.

"Now you're easing into it. I knew you wanted a taste of my ass. Have as much as you want..." Iggy huffed, stroking himself even faster. He could feel the hot, wet tongue deep inside of him, licking back and forth. It made him shudder and growl, more importantly it made him want even more. Despite already being approached with quite the mouthful, Iggy figured that you could handle a bit more. Pressing his ass as hard as he could, the terrier grunted as he could feel the tongue being forced deeper down his ass.

Iggy's motions did indeed jam your tongue deep inside of his ass. Extended out as far as it could go, your pink muscle flexed and pressed against the unclean walls. You made small sounds from the taste and warmth that engulfed. You had no idea what was happening to you but suddenly, nothing seemed appalling anymore. The taste, the sounds, the smells; you welcomed them all, making your own pleasured noises as you pressed your lips against the wide pucker. With them you planted soft kisses and occasionally sucked on the hole, getting a burst of sour musk.

"Aah, fuck! Yep, t-that's the Iggy Special working it's magic. Hehe... My ass is all you'll ever want from now on. Hope you don't mind becoming my new bitch," Iggy grunted as another spike of pleasure ran through his body. For a moment his breath hitched and his legs trembled. He fought through the pleasure and gripped his cock hard, jacking his paw up and down in quick, uneven motions.

'Fuck! Come on! Almost there! Aah! Shit!' Iggy screamed internally as his cock flailed and gushed sticky strings against the concrete. The boston terrier clenched his fangs and strained hard against the bolts of bliss, a little too hard... A series of deep gurgles sounded after Iggy did all the straining. He was unable to hold back the pressure that traveled through his bowels.

You were deep in your licking against the clenching hole, drinking in the musky flavors and taking in the heady scents. But your bliss came to an end the moment you heard a deep, trumpet-like sound. Not a moment your senses were assaulted with a fetid, spicy cloud of fresh gas. The heat and smell hit you hard, traveling down your nose and throat, choking you on the fumes. You tried hard but spots danced across your vision and everything soon became black...