FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

She sat in the dark with her legs crossed under her chair, her steaming cup of chamomile and the white noise-like purl of the computer fan her only companions.

The tanuki girl clicked on OK. A flush of frustration appeared in her neck and the mask around her eyes. Ugh, now I gotta give them my email? As if the barrage of CAPTCHAs wasn't enough. She typed in a bogus address. Nah, I don't think so.

Next screen. There we go. Toes curling at the prospect of riding a massive sex toy in public, the tanuki selected four options:

Warm-up period (manual controls to toy will be provided to exhibition attendees afterwards; during warm-up period, orgasm will not be induced) [X]

Bondage [X]

Sybian [X]

Orgasms [X]

Her black-tipped tail flicked in excitement. Yep, that sounds about right. Orgasm will not be induced. Don't wanna cum just yet. I wanna get off hard when the time comes.

Next screen. Hmmmm. She scratched at her cheek and pondered. Just how long should it last?

Enter warm-up period duration:

She typed in her choice and accepted.

Her printer spit out the confirmation page. All set.

With looming deadlines threatening paychecks, however, as it often happens in the software development world, a horrible bug had crept into the exhibition webpage front-end . . .

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Some passersby would nod in appreciation and stop for a couple of seconds before padding off to another exhibit. Others, who wanted their money's worth, took their time to admire the naked tanuki's caramel-colored body. Their lecherous gaze invariably started at her restrained legs and went all the way up to her sweaty face and panting maw.

"Please! Someone help! This can't be right! There's been a horrible mistake!" she'd say again and again, tail going back and forth furiously. Everyone assumed, because of the sign right next to her, that she was roleplaying as a cute damsel in distress.

"I want to cum so bad! Please help! It's too much! Just a li'l faster!"

The tanuki was on a stage a foot high. Her legs, straddling a powerful, humming Sybian, were bent back and bound at the knees. Her brown hands were, likewise, cuffed behind her back. The machine purred against her clit just fast enough to keep her on the very edge of climax; the phallic attachment wedged past her lips rotated and twirled, teasing the everlasting shit out of her G-spot and coaxing out a deluge of pussy juice that ran down the black chassis of the machine in shiny, viscous rivulets, soaking her straddled legs.

"Please, please, please! I wanna cum so bad! Anything! Just make it go a li'l faster!"

But the penis-shaped dildo had another devious job: detecting her arousal level. Whenever the pink walls of her pussy trembled, about to lapse into glorious orgasm, the vibrator working her clit would ease off just a tad for a couple of seconds. This fiendishly evil feedback loop went on and on for hours.

"It's torture! Anyone! _Please!_Help!"

Because of a programming error, the website had fucked up when it parsed her warm-up period request.

"You have no idea how close I am!"

She wanted 5 minutes.

The website gave her 5 hours.

"I need it! Please, please, _please!_Make me cum!"

A buzzer went off. She gasped, her back going stiff as a board, her perky tits bouncing up and down--the Sybian had switched off unceremoniously. "No! No! Don't stop! Please!" With every ounce of strength in her frustrated body, she thrust her hips, desperate to get even the most feather-light touch against her clit. The rigger's bondage, however, was too good. No matter how hard she tugged, no matter how tight her dark brown toes curled. Not even a millimeter.

It was hopeless.

The delicious build-up to orgasm dishearteningly, inexorably faded away.

Dejected, taking deep breaths of failure, she lowered her head. Juice from her own pussy spotted the creased vinyl flooring as it dripped from the tips of her toes.

"Warm-up period complete," said a robotic voice.

"Wait, what?!" A glimmer of hope made her puffy, chocolate-colored nipples throb. "It's over?!" She remembered that after the warm-up period, the people outside would get to play with the Sybian--sure enough, the controls outside the exhibit glowed a lively green. "Yes, yes, yes!"

A sizeable crowd, drawn by the earsplitting shriek of the buzzer, gathered around the now hopeful tanuki. "Wow, look at how wet she is," said one raccoon. "Someone wants to get off real bad."

Out of the newly-formed mass of people, a fox wearing a hat emerged and approached the dials.

"You, you, you!" she said, wide-eyed, toes spreading in excitement. "Please, turn it on! Please!"

"Hello there!" said Falco. "Want me to fiddle with these knobs?"

"Yes!" she chirped. "Pleeeeease make me cum!" Her fingers fidgeted behind her back.

Falco stuck a tongue out and grabbed one of the dials with the tips of his index finger and thumb. He rotated it from the OFF position all the way till the little arrow was at three o'clock.

"Yessssssss!" The tanuki tipped her head back. The dildo spun inside her pussy like an out of control figure skater, its curved tip repeatedly hammering her spongy G-spot. "Shit, shit, shit," she murmured. . . . The delightful build-up plateaued, climax just out of reach.

This wasn't enough.

"The other control! I need it! Please! Turn it on! Oh, please, I'm close!"

By now, some fifty museum patrons had clustered around the Sybian exhibit; a few even took to surreptitious cell phone videography.

"Oh, I guess you're like most girls, huh? Gotta ring the devil's doorbell," said Falco. He twirled the second dial to the three o'clock position.

The ridge jolted to life and juddered violently against her clit. Not half a second later, the tanuki's eyes went as wide as they could, her thigh muscles flexing under her sweaty coat of fur. "Yes! Yes, right there!"

People took photos; some even zoomed in on her face, on her straining tendons. The raccoon--one of the videographers--carefully followed a stream of pussy juice as it dribbled down the curved Sybian like sticky syrup coating the sides of a scoop of ice cream.

Falco, on the other hand, scowled and took his phone out.

The tanuki's clit and G-spot competed for the orgasm. Neither was willing to concede; as a result, her arousal soared to impossible heights, refusing to tip past the point of no return.

"So close, so close, so close," she whispered over and over, the sibilant murmur just loud enough to be heard over the sloppy sounds of wet, engorged pussy lips against jackhammer vibrations.

She took a very loud breath.

"Yes!"

Her chest thrust in and out, nipples swollen to capacity.

"Yes!"

Her feet bent backwards towards her ankles so that the tips of her toe claws hovered half an inch off the stage; her warm juices oozed down the countershade soles of her feet and pooled on the floor.

"Yesssss! Fuck yes!"

She was going to cum from her clit and from her G-spot at the same time. The tanuki was damn sure it would be insufferably excruciating, but she wanted--no, she needed--that orgasm more than anything. Who cares if the ecstasy ended up splitting her clean in two?

The tanuki smiled, backed arched, eyes closed, all eight toes clenched tight, black nose pointing up at the heavens as her five-hour ordeal approached its apotheosis. "I'M GONNA CU--"

The Sybian's vibrating ridge powered down to a cruel standstill.

"NO! What are you doing?!" Her finger claws dug into her palms, a millimeter away from drawing blood. "Don't stop it! I was gonna cum!" she yelled at Falco. He stood there, phone in one hand, ridge dial squeezed between the tips of two fingers of his other hand. "Please, make it come back! I'm going crazy over here!"

"Well," started Falco, narrowing his eyes at the screen of the smartphone, "outside your exhibit, it says you got four things going on: a warm-up period, bondage, a Sybian, and orgasms. Thing is, to avoid overwhelming volunteers, one of the terms and conditions is that only three kinks or fetishes are allowed at once. You've already gone through the warm-up period, you're in bondage, and you're on the Sybian, so that makes three." He pocketed the phone and crossed his arms. "That means no fourth option," he said, flashing her a supercilious smile. "No orgasms."

With the dildo still spinning away and keeping her on the edge, the tanuki's mouth fell open, and her stomach dropped like a lead weight. "What terms and conditions?! Wha-what are you talking about?! Where does it say that?!"

"In the email they send out. I got it on my phone. Think we all get one. Visitors, volunteers, everyone."

"No, no, no. What?" She could not believe it. "I, I gave a fake address." The tanuki shook her head in a slow, back-and-forth sweep of denial. "I didn't get the email!" She grunted gutturally as her eyes rolled back--the rotating cock in her pussy was doing a number on her, each jab to her G-spot reminding her how close yet how out of reach orgasm was. "Fuck the email! Please, come on! I promise I won't be overwhelmed! For real! Just turn it on for a few seconds! Please! I'm begging you!"

Falco sighed and shook his head. "Sorry, cutie." He turned and began to walk away. "I'd make you cum, but I don't want to set a bad example or nothing."

"No! Wait! Just a few more seconds on my clit! You can turn the dildo off if you want! I just need it on my clit! _Please,_I'm begging you, don't leave! Hey, come back!" But Falco, with a feather now twirling between his fingertips, was already out of earshot.

She looked around at the captive audience she'd attracted. "Please! Just nudge that dial! Please, please, pretty please! I'll do anything! I'll, I'll suck your cock! Please, it's unbearable!"

"I don't think that's a good idea," said the raccoon, zooming in on her pulsing nipples. "Kinda hard to hold a phone in one paw in landscape mode and get a good shot."

"He was right," said another bystander, eyes scanning the screen of his smartphone. "Got the email right here. Three kinks max." He looked up at the tanuki with the most evil smile. "Sorry, honey. I paid top dollar to attend. Can't afford to get kicked out now."

"Holy shit! What is wrong with you people?!" she yelled, a huge-ass drop of sweat dripping off one of her engorged nipples. "You! Yeah, you!" She'd spotted a cute wolf. A female, holding hands with a dog who had his cell phone pointed straight at the tanuki. "You're a girl, right? You understand, don't you? Please, please, please help me! It's too much!"

"I'm sorry, but we're kinda in a closed relationship. I can't be going around giving other people orgasms, right?" Beth smiled and reached over to peck Tristan's cheek.

"What?! It's just a dial! Can't you understand how close I am? I need to cum!"

The crowd shrugged and began to disperse, some still taking pictures as they walked away.

"Hey! Hey! Come back! Please have a heart! I need to cum! Help!"

She turned to random passersby as they walked past the exhibit. "Please! Hey! Please, please! It's torture! I wanna cum so bad!"

Everyone, each and every single person, ignored her forlorn cries.

I MAKE A LOT OF NOISE--DON'T MIND ME!

That's what the sign right next to her exhibit said. But how was anyone supposed to know that it meant the Sybian? And not its orgasm-denied, red-faced, desperate rider?