FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A battered blue car pulled up slowly to the dusty road of the small town, the movement of it somewhat tentative. No less tentative were the inhabitants: a scrawny blond man, a plumper, black-haired man and a woman with bright red hair and pale eyes. The blond looked at the sign of the gas station like it was about to fly off and attack him. "You sure this is the right place, Hubert?"

"I was until the network cut off." Hubert pushed back sweaty black locks and scowled. "Couldn't read that map worth shit; no idea where we are."

The woman jumped out. "I think we should keep going- this looks sketch."

"You sure Agnes?" The blond's face turned hopeful.

"Yeah, Fionn, I brought extra fuel, remember?"

Fionn nodded. "I do now; let's go, shall we?"

Hubert, however, walked right into the gas station, leaving his friends standing in the dust.

"Weird ass place," Agnes remarked. "Looks like it hasn't been touched since the Wild West." Her eyes focused on the diner straight ahead of them, neon lights pinned to a decrepit wooden building with broken windows; miraculously, there were still diners eating in it. All the other buildings looked long closed. Fionn gulped.

Hands grabbed his neck. "BOO!" Hubert cackled, getting a shove from Fionn.

"Oh god, could you two stop fighting for one minute?!"

"We weren't fighting!" the two men cried, fists at the ready.

Agnes rolled her eyes. "Did you get any directions, Hubert?"

Hubert stayed silent, a broad grin on his face. Then he nodded. "Yeah, you just keep going straight and you're back on the interstate, eventually. But even better! I found a place we can have our picnic!"

She raised her eyebrows. "Wouldn't we be better off getting out of here?"

"No, no, it's supposed to be a really nice spot with no-one around; the store guy says everyone thinks it's cursed so they won't go. But he went a while ago and said it was beautiful; crystal clear, he said." With another smug grin, Hubert leaned against the car and unrolled the map, pointing at a cluster of blue. "Just twenty minutes away if we keep driving up the road, then we turn right and we'll be there in five."

"Sounds good," Agnes admitted. "You game Fionn?"

He wrung his hands. "Dunno; could be a kip. I wouldn't mind a break from all the driving though."

"Great!" Hubert thumped him on the back and they crawled back into their car, which awoke with a rumble of protest. They trundle out of town, not seeing the gas station attendant get out of the shop and watch them leave. A dark look gleamed in his eyes.

"There it is!" Hubert whooped, almost catching Fionn in the eye. Agnes beeped the car and swerved it, turning the sight of the teal lake into a blur of blue.

"Are you drinking already?" She asked, a small smile on her face.

"Maybe," Hubert said, and she brought the car to a stop, just a few metres from the lake's shore.

The dirt path dissolved into sand below them; they ran down to the beach with cans and food in hand, Fionn at the back with a set of old fishing chairs. He hesitated, craning his head around. "It's so quiet- no birds or anything..." The others were too far ahead to hear him, and the lake so beautiful he kept walking down, anyway.

"Wish we'd brought a speaker," Hubert moaned, gulping another can of beer down his gullet.

"Yeah," Agnes said, cracking open her own beer. "Wait, weren't you going to drive?"

Fionn almost dropped his can. "I'll just have the one to soothe my nerves, okay? We can wait, yeah?"

The others brayed in assent and tucked into their food, their conversation the only noise besides the gentle lapping of water beneath an ever rising sun.

"God, I'm hot," Agnes scratched the back of her neck.

"You sure are!" Hubert mumbled, utterly thrashed.

She ignored him, walking into the water and wading along the shore. Fionn, sweating, joined her. It was mere moments before Hubert noticed all his friends were gone and stumbled after them, splashing the water onto his face. "Man, it's so salty!" he cried, his words falling on deaf ears.

"Like oh my god, what if I can't do my thesis? What if I go bankrupt, ohgodwhatif-" Agnes, ever the weepy drunk, drooped in Fionn's arms.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," he said in a very unconvincing voice, also feeling the all-consuming pressure of graduation and student debt weigh down his heart. It wasn't the only thing he was feeling, he realised, blushing; his dick was suddenly rock hard. He gently propped Agnes up and backed away, hoping she was too out of it to notice his soldier's salute.

Unfortunately, he crashed right into Hubert. "You nearly speared me, man," Hubert said, bright red. His eyes were vacant. His own cock stood straight up (Fionn bit his lip at its impressive girth.)

Fionn got closer to him, a cloud of horniness making it impossible to think; all he knew was he needed release, and he needed it now. He ground his cock against Hubert's leg, letting cum spot stain the skin.

Hubert grabbed him and shoved his own dick into his belly, the two grinding against each other for dear life. "So horny," Fionn moaned in a voice unlike his own. Even his nipples flared with heat-

"Hey," Agnes's voice was husky and slurred, but it was still unmistakable. "Don't leave me out," she groaned and both Fionn and Hubert reached out to squeeze her fat tits as she rubbed herself against them, all three sinking to the ground in a mass of horny.

Fionn flushed, hesitating. "Are you guys sure..." Groping at his cock, he felt it flare with pain, standing hard as stone. Unable to stop himself, he grabbed Hubert again and left messy kisses on his face, sticking his tongue deep into his mouth. Agnes sloppily pulled off his shirt and kissed his nipples and the flesh puffing up around them, before progressing to his thickening face, leaving a rough bite on his neck.

Hubert, covered with sloppy hickeys, touched his belly, which had softened into an enormous paunch. "We're getting so fat," he said, grabbing Agnes's arms to prove his point, before showering them with another volley of kisses.

Snap. The Hubert's tracksuit gave up, his lovers pushing the remnants off to squeeze his thickened ass; it was ten handfuls at least. Fionn's ass wasn't far behind; with a groan, the seams of his pants gave in and left his boxers exposed. Agnes wrenched her clothes off, folds of fat jiggling in the wind.

Each of them ripped the last of their clothes off, moving upwards to a patch of dry earth with minimal sand- even in their horny state, they knew sand up their parts may not be the most pleasant experience. Fionn's cock, small against his massive belly, hung upwards, desperate for somewhere to go. Agnes turned over to let him in, and he plunged into her cunt.

Gripping the ground, she screamed in delight at the fucking, his pace brutal yet painless, her swollen pussy wetter than it had ever been before. Hubert was all alone on the edge. The pair looked up, gesturing. "His hole..."

Hubert didn't hesitate; his dick was in Fionn's asshole, his weight smashing the Agnes down further, making waves of orgasm course through her body. He bucked around, Fionn groaning and begging for more as his tight asshole got filled up with a massive cock.

With a victorious grunt, Hubert slowed his pace, focusing his efforts on one special area of Fionn's ass. His lover squealed and groaned, cuddling into Agnes and fucking her further from the nigh unbearable energy building up in his prostate-

The three barked, cum spurting all over them. Agnes cried out, reaching to kiss Fionn- and licked him instead, her mouth lengthening into a strange, tapered shape with the rest of her head in tow.

Fionn and Hubert gasped, finding their own heads changing too, the skin turning a rubbery grey. Sharp teeth flashed as they tried to speak, managing only barks and other animalistic noises.

It didn't matter. Pulling out of each other, they lay together, bloated bodies mushing into each other as they hugged lying down; their legs wouldn't part from each other. The greyness spread up, their genitals retracting into the thick meat of their bodies.

Their arms shortened, their hands flattening out and becoming worthless. The three grunted in irritation as it forced them to pull away from each other, flapping their flippers around to manoeuvre back into their pile of cuddles, barking their irritation to the sky.

Agnes sneezed, whiskers springing out of her muzzle, nose becoming a deep night black with broad nostrils. In the place where her hair once sat, fur ran, spreading all over her body in a thin coat.

Hubert watched, slamming his flippers together, his unnervingly human eyes less so as he watched; first the sclera were swallowed by the green of his irises, then those too darkened, leaving the brainless, beady eyes of a seal.

Fionn barked in approval, little claws jutting from his flippers. Where he had the remains of his feet flattened out into little fins, giving him a complete tail.

Believing their changes were finished, the three rejoined each other, crawling on their bellies to the beach. However, the seal that had been Agnes didn't settle, scuffling her flippers and chomping her jaw.

Once again she bloated, growing in height too, until her massive spill of blubber and muscle towered over the other two seals, who had shrunk, bellies massive but nothing compared to the giant's broadness.

And to the other two's shock, she gave a vicious bark at them and began shoving them, forcing them to move on flippers comically undersized for their bodies into the water. Both males tingled at their bottom, where their crotch had once been.

Underneath the skin, a change was happening; they couldn't see it but could feel something in there shrink, becoming less substantial. The female grunted, feeling something inside of her grow. A gleam of pinkish red jutted out of a slit, the new male's cock ready to plunge into the freshly made females.

And he didn't hesitate the moment he got into deep water, the females ready to oblige by rubbing their slits until he stuck his cock into them, love bites marking their new grey skin. Only at sundown did the seals drag themselves onto the beach again, both females bloated with cum from their breeding.

The seals slept until nightfall, when they heard a commotion up the path. Instinct acting in the place of their long gone intellect, all three dived into the lake.

The gas station attendant shook his head at the three chairs and the deep dents in the sand the suckers he had sent off had left when they fled, before turning back to the car. It was easy to smash; the alarm didn't even go off. And he was rewarded well: two Macs, the catalytic converter, and plenty of other handy things he could use for scrap. Dollar signs flashed in his head. Then he was smashed into the ground, and white lights took their place.

When he came back to himself, he was already being dragged into the water, body bloating like a balloon of fat, grey patches of skin sprouting all over him. He turned red, looking into eyes of the three seals, including the big male who had brought him down. Suddenly, he was incredibly horny.