FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

The lights activated as Bleiz entered his apartment, covered from head to toe in mud, filth, and a high certainty of some of his own blood. "At least the medic was able to patch me up right there and then." Bleiz thought, "Can't afford the time to get to a proper clinic, not when the show starts in- OH FUCK" He glanced at the clock on the stove indicating it was 9:04 pm. There was just a bit more than an hour before the show starts.

With renewed vigour, Bleiz rushed to the shower, peeling off his armour and clothing, placing them into a haphazardous pile next to his bed. "That'll have to be just another thing on the list of tomorrow's problems, I guess..."

There was a sigh as he turned on the water. "This'll probably be the only moment of rest I'll get today..." He thought. The hot water seeped into the fur, then skin, and finally into his sore muscles. Any painkillers the medic gave him were clearly starting to wear off. "I could just call in sick and rest but... I shouldn't piss off Mr. Stavif yet again. Besides, I know it'll be one of the few nights HE won't be working..." He let out a low grow just thinking of him. "...I can tough it out, just for one night." With some soap, shampoo, and conditioner, the brown grime in his fur washed away to reveal his natural yellow, orange, and red hues alongside his clean white underbelly.

Once he was clean, the shower was turned off and he gave himself a shake to expel what he could off of him and then used a towel for the rest. It's 3021 and still, no one has invented a way to effectively dry a furred vector. He checked himself in the mirror to make sure nowhere on his body was missed. One needs to look their best for a show, after all. He was about to give himself a nod of approval but then realized that the bandage on his arm was missing. Instead, there was a small riveret of blood just starting to form around his wound.

"If it's not one thing it's another..." He muttered.

With an annoyed groan, Bleiz snatched a roll of gauze and put on a portion of his "gear" before sitting down in the living room. That gear, by the way, was just a simple jockstrap from Rhythm that barely contained much of, well, anything. Something that was encouraged for "client appeal" was what he was told. He was halfway finished with tending his wound before he heard a familiar chime coming from his toggle Hardcase. Someone was trying to call him. With an irritated grunt, he stood up and dug through the heap of his dirty armour and clothing to retrieve it. His ears flattened downwards with a sinking feeling in his stomach when he saw who was calling. It was his boss, Sylenthia. With some hesitation, he went back to his seat in the living room and let the call go to voicemail. "Sorry, Sylenthia, I'll leave you a message before I head out."

Unfortunately for Bleiz, Sylenthia called again, and then again. It was slowly dawning on him that this situation was not allowed to be ignored. Resigning to his fate, he reached with his free arm, which was still holding onto the roll of gauze, to answer the call on loudspeaker.

At least he thought he did until a small blue hologram of his boss was projected from his Hardcase between his legs. She was a tigress with long dark hair and a look that could kill, "BLEIZ! About that IRPF job." Bleiz froze and prayed to any and all deities out in the multiverse that the holo-cam's sensors are based on movement.

Sylenthia continued with her scolding, "WHAT were you THINKI- AH! I s-see you're busy..." turns out the holo-cam's sensors -weren't- based on movement. "Next time, answer when you're -clothed-? Call me."

And with that, the call ended and left the wolf in stunned silence. He was pretty sure he saw that it was a conference call, too.

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"He WHAT?!" Sylenthia seethed. "Please tell me you're exaggerating, Mr. Dohna."

"It was, at the very least, with a concussion grenade." sighed one of the holograms in the boardroom. He was a large vector, a bull to be specific. Next to him were five other holograms. Three of them were vectors, a coyote, an alligator, and a bear. The other two were cogs, one with a feminine frame and the other masculine.

"And what about the rest of the team, what did they do?"

"They had to dive into the fight or else things would've gotten even more out of hand." Dohna replied, "The target was taken care of. However, there's been some not-so-insignificant damages to my property now."

"Is this reckless behaviour something we need to always take into consideration from your associates, Ms. Sylenthia?" Piped in another hologram in the room. This one was the coyote vector in a well-groomed suit.

"O-of course not, Mr. Vannier." Sylenthia smiled, "If it'd please you, I'll get him on the call right now so he can explain himself."

"I believe that to be wise. I'd like to see how he could justify that large hole in the wall at Dohna's facility."

Sylenthia tapped a couple of buttons on the control panel and a new hologram of a call icon appeared next to her. A moment passed and the call bounced. "Let's uh... try that again." Another moment passed and no one answered. A rage was starting to build in her as she called for the third time. Finally, the call connected.

"BLEIZ!" She shouted at the new hologram forming next to her, "About that IRPF job. What were you THINKI- AH!"

Her rant was interrupted as she saw a seven-foot tall hologram of Bleiz's manhood barely stuffed into a flimsy representation of a jockstrap come into focus next to her. One of the cogs shrieked at the sight next to them and a few others just averted their gaze at the new image. The coyote, however, seemed to have made a screenshot.

"I s-see you're busy... Next time, answer when you're clothed? Call me." and with that, she ended Bleiz's connection and the image of his bulge faded away.

Sylenthia was about to come up with an apology but was cut short as Dohna burst out into hysterical laughter that went on for a couple of minutes. Others awkwardly looked at each other with shrugs and confused grins.

Once Dohna was able to calm himself and breathe again, he regained composure and looked at Sylenthia. "You know what. I think we can just about call it even. Don't worry about the damages."

"And maybe give the boy a break." Vannier grinned. "Looks like he's heading to Rhythm for the night."

Sylenthia paused, "You can tell that from a piece of underwear?"

"Meeting adjourned. Night everyone." Vannier pressed a button on his end and all the holograms dissolved in the boardroom.

Sylenthia was left contemplating whether or not to punish Bleiz or reward him.