FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

Roger's feet-paws made small thumps as he padded down the side streets of his home city, Norman. On the very edge of his canid hearing, he could hear the lullabaic sounds of the main roads, of animals calling for taxis or cars honking at one another at intersections. He felt weirdly removed from the world he called home, an observer. The only reason he'd ever choose a side street like this was the possibility of making it home in time to catch the evening news, lest he would walk down the biggest sidewalk he could find, making an excuse to pause and chat to everyone he ran into. His mind occupied itself in finding a subtle rhythm in the contact of his feet on the asphalt below, a pattern broken only when he had to step over random cans or other debris in his path.

He crossed over a couple of intersections with only a couple shady-looking shops open, windows half-boarded over and very vague, if any, descriptions of the items contained within. He hated the silence, wanted someone to talk to. It was a struggle to not let his paws carry him to the nearest bar or restaurant to strike up conversation, but he was resigned to his lonely path for the time being.

After a few minutes of walking, he came across a half-open door, boisterous female laughter and talking coming from within. He couldn't help but walk up to the door and glance in, the silence that unbearable to him. Through the door was a decently large back room, couches and chairs scattered haphazardly like pieces on a game board, each one housing a Kobold dressed in a skimpy outfit.

A purple Kobold sitting with her legs over the side of the couch she was on saw him, and Roger waved happily at her. She waved back, and the two looked at each other for a second, Roger being the first to break the silence.

"Hi!" he yelled over the other chatting in the room, beaming a broad grin at her, his canine teeth showing.

She waved back before gesturing him in, rolling her eyes, answering, "So are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna come in and talk?"

Roger took the invitation as soon as it was offered, all thoughts of getting home earlier forgotten like an early morning fog at midday. The wooden floor creaked as he stepped in, shutting the door behind him. He allowed himself to glance around the room for a second, taking it all in. All the Kobold were looking at him with strangely intense gazes he couldn't quite decipher, and, before getting too consumed in the thought, he shrugged and trotted over to where the purple Kobold was sitting.

He introduced himself, holding out a hand for her to shake. "Hi! I'm Roger, nice to meet you!"

Her paw was tiny in his calloused one, disappearing into the soft fur of his palm and fingers. A giggle escaped her throat as they shook paws, Roger seeming really friendly at first glance to her. After a couple seconds and what seemed like a hundred eager shakes, he released her paw and stretched, still standing up next to her couch.

Noticing that Roger was still just standing there, the purple Kobold shifted so that she was sitting straight forward on the couch, motioning Roger to sit down next to her. "Here, you can sit if you'd like?"

Roger nodded agreeably, saying, "Only if you don't mind a little guitar playing and a warm body to sit next to ya!"

The Kobold who'd motioned him in laughed again, his cheerful effervescence serving to bring her out of her shell a little bit. "Of course not, long as the music's good and that warm body's next to me."

With that confirmation, Roger settled down into the couch, sinking into the comfortable leather of the cushions almost like it was a bed, sighing with happiness. He'd been walking for what seemed like forever, though it was closer to twenty minutes, and it felt great to plop down next to a welcoming host who wanted to hear him play. He held his paws up like he was holding a guitar, and, after a couple of seconds, a guitar faded into existence in his grasp, eliciting a surprised gasp from the Kobold next to him, though she only cocked her head at him, not asking any questions. His paws began to form simple chords, an easy tune strumming out of the six strings of his instrument, loud enough to be easily heard but quiet enough that conversation could still continue.

Roger took an opportunity to cast some more glances around the room, observing the people and decorations. On the other side of the room was was a tinted glass door, leading to a darker room with,,, poles? And a bar... he must've been in some kind of Kobold strip club. Once again, the observation rolled off his mind, forgotten in the next moment.

After a few minutes, the Kobold beside him scooted closer, clinging onto his left arm and humming alongside the looping tunes of his playing, the refrains easy enough to pick up. A couple of the Kobolds scattered around the room gave her angry glances, jealousy filling their shiny eyes, though none were frustrated enough to make any sort of move. Roger wasn't good enough at reading animals and their body language to pick up the hidden signals, they were operating at some frequency his socially-inept self couldn't pick up. All he's focused on were the gentle chords of his song, keeping the room as bright as he could make it.

When he finished up with the song he was playing, he switched it up, throwing on something that he can play without focusing too much on the chords, hoping to strike up conversation with the Kobold next to him.

"So what are you all doing here? Looks like the rest of the place's closed up," he asked, idly strumming along on his guitar.

The Kobold just shrugged, wrapping her arm alongside his back and clinging to him. "When that side closes, this side's home. Easier to rent out one space for all of us I guess." She sighed and laid her head down on his shoulder, making it twice as hard for him to play, but Roger didn't mind at all, he was just grateful for the company.

"That makes sense!" he said, slowing his guitar-playing down a little so he could switch chords without too much effort, less arm and hand movement possible now that he had a Kobold hanging onto him. As soon as a new statement entered his mind, he said it, not really paying much attention to what came out of his maw. "So do y'all have a musician? Or, if you're looking, I could play some tomorrow for whoever comes in..?"

All the Kobolds had a little laugh at that, their giggles all eerily similar in pitch and tone. His ears rose a little bit at the noise, but overwhelming all his emotions was sheer happiness at having made the Kobolds laugh, even if it was at his own expense.

A Kobold whose scales were more of a reddish-rust colour piped up, waving over at him dismissively. "Your guitar thing's... nice, and all... but we need something a little more clubby to get our crowds going. You know, S3RL, Infected Mushroom, those people. Not Joe the Tractor over here."

The purple Kobold piped up from his arm, making an angry gesture at the red one, "Shut up, Claire! His guitar's great." With that, she turned back to Roger, huffing. "Don't listen to her! You're really good, I promise. We have this club playlist we set up on the speakers so we don't have to pay anyone, and I hate to admit it but she's right. If anything we need a deejay."

Roger grinned at that, showing off his pointy canines once more, retriever tail trying to wag, trapped as it was between his legs and the back of the couch. He had been worried for a second with the two Kobolds arguing, but again he saw a chance to resolve all the conflict... and make some music.

"Say less!" he said, jumping up from his seat at the sofa, his guitar disappearing. With happy strides, his newly-freed tail wagging quickly behind him, he walked to the middle of the room and sat down on a folding chair that appeared out nowhere, a portable spin booth appearing on his lap. The Kobolds gasped, this was a bit more their slutty speed. Roger beamed at them, proud to surprise. "I actually play a ton of instruments! I even sing."

With the press of a button, electro music began to pound out from invisible speakers around them, just a simple bridge that he made a while beforehand. He searched for a moment through the songs he had loaded, then found the perfect one- "How Do You Like It," a melodic song with a great drop to his canid ears. He couldn't keep his left paw from bopping to the rhythm, and before long he was singing out the lyrics as they came on, not really knowing at all what they meant, nor caring.

The ladies got up to gather around him, exchanging glances- yes, the song was good, yes, he had a good voice... but fuck, this was a lewd song, even by club standards. And in the middle of all those Kobolds was one very oblivious golden retriever, not paying any attention to anything but the music.

His voice rang out, clear above all the synths and bass, every line easily able to be heard, for better or worse. "Cuz, baby, all the time- I could sip you like a vintage wine..." He paused for a second, spinning the track back and playing it backwards, the sound eerie. His head was constantly bopping back and forth, completely jammed out to his beats. "...Or whisper down your neck. I could wrap your muscles tight..." As the song approached the drop, the purple Kobold he curled up to at first left the viewing circle and crawled in towards him, her mind focused on one thing only- Roger. The lyrics had her completely turned on, enough to drive her crazy if she didn't do something about it. Kobolds were like that- evolution had bred them to be insatiably horny, programmed them with this drive to constantly breed and repopulate their tribe. Normally they would all live with a male they had 'claimed,' but this tribe didn't have one... yet.

Right as the drop hit, the purple Kobold ran her paws up and over his legs, rubbing the tense, corded muscles of his calves, her fingers making little furrows in the fabric through to the soft fur beneath. Roger jumped at the touch, slamming his knee into the table above him, though the Kobold's calming touch soon had him relaxed again, her paw trailing up like an explorer on its journey to his treasure chest.

He set the track so that it would continue playing without any input from the buttons or slides and leaned down to see what was happening between his legs, not at all surprised to see it's the same Kobold from earlier. She giggled up at his expression, tracing her paw up to his inner thigh, spreading his legs a tiny bit.

"Mmm... you're a pretty good DJ, but I think I have some other jobs you could fill..."

Roger smiled down at her, eager to please but not at all getting what she was referring to. "Like what? I can clean pretty well too, and-" he said, though he was cut off by the purple Kobold shushing him, her paws running up and over the now-bulging tent of his pants. A simple belt buckle was the last thing standing between her and her prize- though a little bit of teasing wouldn't hurt anyone. Her eyes were trained on his the whole time, watching the dilation of surprise in his pupils morph to lust as he realised her intentions, legs spreading in anticipation.

The buckle clinked as she took it in into her mouth, letting the metal rub against her teeth and tongue. It tasted bitter and musty, sweat having worked its way into both the brown leather of the belt itself and the buckle, full of delicious musk for her to suck out. It wasn't enough to dive right into her meal, half the pleasure was dragging it out as long as she could- the part where she teased him, at least. Hiding beneath the submissive demeanour was her overwhelming domination fetish, nothing feeling better to her than taking control of her breeder bitch, to feel his cum deep in her and know she had worked it out of him, not the other way around.

Already she could feel the tent in his pants strengthening, pushing up and into her chin through two layers of fabric, those eyes still trained on her lover. He'd closed his in anticipation, teeth closing in to bite at his lip, trying his best to hold back any whimpers of need that might escape him. She couldn't help but smirk at him, bringing her paw to the buckle and slowly unlatching it, pulling the corded leather out from its rings. As soon as his pants were unloosened, the pressing strength of Roger's bulge seemed to increase tenfold, poking its general shape into her cheek. She couldn't really tease him any longer- needed him in her mouth, if not her vagina, and needed to be filled with his seed.

His eyes opened again as he felt his belt come off, and he gave a confident grin down at her, excited to have her on him but also anxious- he hated to not be able to please his partner at the same time, always worried that they were having a miserable time. She seemed to sense his insecurities, that or she just had a decent grasp already of him as an animal- not that he was a hard animal to figure out, basically all he cared about was making those around him happy by being happy. Especially with side perks like getting sucked off by one of the hottest Kobolds he had ever seen, with the chance of more to come...

The purple Kobold didn't delay at all, bringing her paws up to the hem of his waistband and pulling down, gripping both Roger's boxers and his pants at the same time. A shiver shot through him at the coarse fabric of his boxers rubbing against his emerged tip, tracing down its slit and tapered edge. That, finally, was enough to coax a moan from him, a bubbling noise of lust and need that revealed his true, submissive nature. She didn't mind that one bit- in fact, it made her more confident in her future plans.

She squeaked in happiness as Roger's prize was finally revealed- well, some of it- the very tip, at least. Its pink glance seemed to both tease and draw her in, hinting at the length and girth to come. Creamy, white fur continued down from his chest, spreading into a snowy glob of soft tufts around the base of his sheath, fading into the horizon gold of his fur. Up close, the purple Kobold could see little drops of moisture on the ends of the furs closest to his sheath, and she couldn't tell whether they were more of that delicious musk his belt had teased at or drops of his precum- it warranted a taste test, at the very least.

Not before she got a chance to get more of that tastily pink member out, though. Not that it would be hard- he was practically pulsing in lust already, a little clear pre moistening his tip. With some guys, it was such a chore to suck them off- but with Roger, she was just thankful to have a masterfully submissive bitch like him all to herself. That deserved a reward, of course. With careful paws, she grabbed the ends of his sheath, the flappy skin already warm and moist to the touch, and peeled it back about halfway down his member. It schlucked as cum and sweat-glued flesh peeled away from his dick, making him tense up in pleasure. He didn't ever get a chance to tease his own foreskin like this, never got to feel someone else's paws gently rolling him back, releasing his musky scent into the air around. He was glad he hadn't gotten a chance to shower before work today, glad that he had almost two days worth of pheromones to taint the air with, filling all the Kobold's lungs with lust.

"F-Fuck, that feels good, mist..- w-what's your name..?" Roger moaned out, the cool air of the room colliding with the warmth of his dick and sheath, sending tingly sensations of numbness through his body. Thankfully he was sitting down- at that, he would've tumbled backwards had he been standing up, both from the jittery knees and the utter bliss that washed away conscious thought in his mind.

His master paused in her unwrapping to glance up at him, a glint to her normally-gentle eyes. "Ashely. But you'll call me mistress, pet. Can you do that for me?"

Roger nodded, his eyes dilated from all the sensations building around him. Ashley shook her head and chided him, disappointed. "Good pets always respond with words."

"Y-yes, mistress. I promise I'll be better for you," Roger said, chastised. She had him, completely. He would obey her every command, wanted to be her slave.

Satisfied with his response, she resumed opening him up, exposing his magnificent member to her gaze (and that of all the Kobold who had turned from what they were doing to watch, jealous, from their perches.) A few delicious moments later, his whole cock was exposed- nine inches of gloriously pink dick and a knot the size of a plum in its deflated state, a humongous member, especially for someone as subby as Roger. It was completely perfect for what Ashley had in mind- the dick of a breeder. Perfectly sized to squirt rope after rope of the cum held in his heavy sack straight into her ovum, perfectly shaped to push past her walls like a battering ram. She could barely resist the urge to take him right there, sit on his lap in the chair and straddle that dick. No, she wanted to tease him first, wanted to hear him beg.

Sweat rolled down from the base of his cock, seeping from areas normally hidden from view and feel. Ashley couldn't help but let her nose press into that, soaking up his juices and letting them simmer in her throat and lungs. That was a scent that would stain her senses for hours after- not that she minded. It was so decidedly Roger, so sensual. After her nose came her tongue and lips and teeth, suckling gently and kneading the flesh there, his musk acrid and savoury to her taste buds. Gentle slurping noises followed her locked maw on its way up his member, moisture spreading behind it, a mixture of saliva and sweat and pre.

Yips continued to emerge from Roger's throat as she reached the base of his tapered tip before licking back down in one motion, completely ignoring his pulsing end for a moment to tease his whole length. That knot, particularly, called to her, she wanted to test his size, to nibble and lick at it like a baby to a tit- to milk him of as much as she could this first time, make sure he had enough for the whole tribe. Although, admittedly, all those reasons were bullshit. What she really wanted was his cum in her mouth. That was about it. Roger's eyes were closed again, his mind focused entirely on the other senses- smell, touch, sound- all of them got him going like nothing else. He felt like he couldn't get any harder than he was, his dick sticking straight up out of its sheath, the foreskin still held back by her paws.

As she moved in to suck on his knot, a voice behind her finally popped up, frustrated. Claire, the rust-coloured one who had been teasing his music earlier, was watching the two, bikini pushed completely out of the way to finger at her vagina, claw dipping in and out of her already-moist folds.

"How come you get to have him all to yourself? Pack rules, we share, right?"

Ashley gave her a grin, not at all dampened. "I never said you couldn't come over and enjoy him with me... come on, you take the tip and I'll take the knot. Let's make this slut cum for us..."

Claire's eyes flashed with excitement as she withdrew her paw, hopping off the couch to rod over to where the two were sitting. A dripping trail of her feminine juices followed her, droplets of liquid coming out of her vagina, evidence of her voyeuristic arousal. Now she finally got the chance to get a little more... hands on with her prize- and she only had to share with Ashley, for the time being. She didn't pause to say hi or introduce herself, all she wanted was her pet's dick.

Being disregarded for so long had brought what seemed like a whole orgasm's worth of pre through his slit, and she wrapped her lips around it, forming a seal between it and the world beyond- now, all his pre was hers.

She continued to suck his tip for a while, getting so into the motions that it was like she was making out with him- getting her slick tongue into it, letting that pink muscle make little circles around the very apex of his tip before slipping it right in between his dick's lips, getting all of that salty pre that she could. Roger seemed to have no limits to the amount of clear liquid he could put out, seemed to push out more with every pulse of his aroused cock.

Before Ashley began to resume her own ministrations, she cast another glance out at her pack- Roger's balls needed one more mouth to settle beneath them, someone that could handle his heavy musk and those fully-filled orbs... and she knew just the Kobold. Getting ahold of her would be a struggle though, she was in the back, eyes focused completely on Roger's pleasured expression, hips bucking as she approached the precipice of orgasm.

"Iris?" she called gently, the third Kobold's ears twitching in response. "Why don't you come here, dearie, his balls need a face to ride..."

Iris nodded eagerly- unlike most of her packmates, she was a very heavy sub- there would be nothing better for her than the weight of that sac, the feeling of being suffocated by his musk and sweat. Plus, she knew how to nibble and do it well, knew how to pleasure a man in ways that even Ashley couldn't figure out. She had once made a man cum just by licking and fondling at his balls, spurting thick ropes all over the floor... that was what Roger deserved.

When Iris settled into place, it was almost too much for Roger. Three sources of pleasure, waves and waves washing over him. Iris was a slut for his musk, knew that the spot right between his tailhole and the base of his ballsack and sheath was the best place to find it, so she had buried her nose there, licking up with her tongue at those balls as they swang back and forth. The cupping noises of sucking filled the room, his tip pushing in and out of Claire's mouth, Iris and her huffing, snuffling service to his balls, Ashley and her delightful nibbles on his knot... he could feel orgasm rearing its head, could feel the ropes he was about to shoot fill his dick, and he could only put it off for so long before-

Ashley wrapped her mouth all the way around his knot and sucked as hard as she could, giving Roger the same sensation as if he had just knotted someone. That proved to be the final, battering surge of pleasure he needed to break down the walls of self-discipline, and he yelled out as his dick pulled in all of their mouths, thick ropes of hot and heavy cum beginning to shoot out. One, two, three heavy spurts came out, not showing any sign of stopping, and numbness lanced its way through his body. He continued to moan, one ending and seeping into the other while all three ladies greedily milked him, Claire not swallowing- she knew she needed to share with her packmates the puppies they had hunted together.

Ashley pulled her lips off of his knot as soon as she felt those spurts dying down, rushing hungrily to lock lips with Claire, Iris following her. They kissed loudly together, tongues interlocking to gather cum and savour it, tasting the seed they got to share between the three of them. They couldn't fit their mouths together perfectly, so every Kobold could hear the slurping noises of their kiss, could hear every swallow and moan. When they pulled apart to take a breath, their mouths were connected by a line of dog semen, a little spiderweb to tie them together.