FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

"Before you can enter a real tournament and use the extended facilities of the Hub, you must complete your five prerequisite cadet matches" The big black wolf which Becca had learned was called Sarge began to explain. He was such a well scripted AI that Becca had almost thought he was a real person, but then she had seen multiple copies of him around the Hub helping train new recruits that quickly dispelled that notion.

"In most matches you get three strikes, just like good old fashioned baseball, three strikes and you're out. Strikes can occur in two ways, either by hostile AI in the environment, or from your fellow players." The old wolf droned on, this part Becca knew already. Though she did manage to resist the urge to roll her eyes at him. Being an AI she wondered if there was a skip button like in most game tutorials...

Sarge laid out the format of the cadet trials, there would be five rounds in total, each getting progressively more advanced and arguably harder, depending on whom you got dropped in with. If there were not enough players for a drop, random AI's would be spawned in up to a maximum of 50% of the drop. The first three matches were single strike matches, or more commonly known as sudden death. The last two matches followed a more normal format with the usual three strikes and you're out rule, also with the possibility of restoring a strike if another player was successfully struck themselves.

Normal matches consisted of twelve players, but the first three rounds of a cadets matches would be restricted to only four. The fourth round would be a normal twelve player round with everything enabled like a real match, including all the bells and whistles such as hostile AI, weapons and skills. The final cadet match was unique, there would be twenty-four players split into twelve teams of two. Partnered matches weren't very common however, so this would more than likely be the only time Becca would ever have a partner in her matches. It was explained that while players were partnered for the final match, they were not required to win together or even work together as their strikes were unique to the player and not shared between the pair.

With the basics laid out for her, Becca was directed to the launch pad. A glowing light blue raised circular platform a few feet across. Stepping onto the pad Becca wasn't sure what to expect at first, but then it started. The light around her growing brighter until she couldn't see, a strange tingling sensation spreading through her body as she was uploaded to the staging area. An odd floating sensation overcame her, unable to feel her limbs and body, just a floating consciousness waiting for something to happen.

A digital readout appeared before her with the display "Waiting for other players. 3 of 4 Players connected" with a timer counting down from one hundred and twenty seconds. Becca assumed that if no forth player connected in this time an AI would be slotted into the last place. She however would not get a chance to find out as the counter dinged when the fourth person joined and she was alerted to get ready to drop in ten seconds.

Round 1

Becca's stomach lurched up into her throat as she was suddenly dropped down into an arena, spotting three other bodies dropping around various points in the arena roughly the size of a football field. What struck her most was the plainness of it all, there were no textures anywhere. All the surfaces were a flat light blue, looking like a cheap laser tag arena more than what she'd seen in the championship arena. There were no sensations such as heat or cold, no smells even, it was all just a basic arena. Giving her inner arm a pinch however would make Becca wince as clearly the sensory receptors were activated here.

The overhead display up in the sky displayed the current active players as four out of four so nothing had happened yet, which was surprising given how small and open the arena was. Becca supposed the other cadets were being just as cautious as she was while stalking low and peeked the corners as if she were playing one of her first person shooter games.

The arena was eerily quiet, the only sound she heard was her own soft footfalls and the beating of her heart. Rounding a corner and looking up at a little raised platform, Becca heard some sort of scratching slithering sound behind her. Making a quick dash for the ladder to climb up onto the platform and peer down in the direction of the sound heading her way, she would see the long scaled snout of what appeared to be a large crocodile. His nostrils twitched as he tried to pick up her scent again, moving slowly into the area just below her platform and looking around for his target. Slowly his snout raised up, his eyes closed as he took a few sniffs in her direction. When his eyes opened however, he would see the vixen dropping down on him from above, the crocodile taking both of her feet to his chin and being knock back on his ass in a daze.

The large reptile laid sprawled out beside a grinning Becca, not having expected to best the big brute so easily. Quickly hoping atop his hips, she began to grope and fondle at his crotch. Unlike Sarge and Grimm, there was no sheath and balls here, just a slit. For a brief moment she thought the crocodile might have been a female, but upon slipping her fingers inside she would find not one, but two penises. Thinking back on her biology classes in school she knew this wasn't normal, so this must've been a customization. Wrapping a paw about each length she would begin to stroke the crocs dual members, watching with curiosity as they quickly stiffened in her touch. A soft groan sounded behind her, along with a slight shift of the crocs large body beneath her. Worried this was taking too long Becca leaned down and began to lick and kiss along the crocs cocks, his hips beginning to roll up into her mouth a good sign she was making progress.

"S...stop....dumb...dumb bitch" A groggy gruff voice sounded behind her, a hint of panic touching his words. But Becca didn't stop, she continued onwards and even began to bob her slender muzzle up and down his one length as the other was pumped for all she was worth. Strong scaled hands clapped down on her behind, one gripping her tail as he uselessly tried to pull her off his dicks, but it was too late. With a roar the crocodile exploded in her maw, flooding her mouth with his hot slick seed, almost making her gag from the surprising volume.

The hand gripping her tail released, or rather it dissolved, as did the rest of the large crocodile from beneath Becca as he was eliminated. The buzzer sounding and the overhead display changing to announce "Player Razor: Eliminated by player" before the score changed to three of four players still active.

Wiping her muzzle clean Becca got to her feet and headed deeper into the arena, not taking long before she heard the sounds of a scuffle. Climbing up onto a wall and hidden between two buttresses on what looked to be a cheap castle wall, she saw the remaining two players fighting. A large lion with an impressive fiery red mane slowly circled with a smaller spotted feline, possibly a leopard Becca assumed. The large male would take slower swipes at the leopardess whom easily dodge them, a classic strength versus speed fight it seemed. While the lion seemed to be getting angrier and angrier and not being able to hit his opponent, the leopardess smiled and laughed at him, just making the large male angrier. Eventually it paid off as the lion lunged at the leopardess, but she was prepared for this and simply sidestepped him, allowing the big dumb cat to ram right into an unstable wall behind her which she had been leading him to the last few minutes.

The large lion didn't have time to react before a large wall of flat pale blue came crashing down on him, followed by the buzzer sounding and the notice "Player Leo: Eliminated by environment" displayed, along with the status of two of four players active.

This revelation struck Becca as rather odd, she'd never considered that a player could get eliminated in a non-sexual manner. It somehow seemed to cheapen the tournament in an odd way, but she supposed a win was a win here after all. Clearly the leopardess didn't mind playing dirty, so neither would she. While the spotted feline was standing gloating over her victory, back turned to where the vixen was perched, Becca prepared to launch herself as silently as possible.

The leopardess never knew what hit her, a heavy weight landing on her back, square between her shoulders and sending her slamming hard into the ground. The vixen was on her instantly, pinning the leopardess arms between her knees as she straddled and pinned her shoulders to the ground. Becca couldn't help herself, she grabbed the felines tail in one hand while the other gave her presented behind a harsh slap which earned the vixen a harsh growl from her opponent. A few slaps later and with a glowing behind, Becca could smell the feline's arousal. Dipping her free hand down between the leopardess's thighs, she felt that familiar slickness. As the vixen fingers dipped lower, brushing over the feline's clit, she would begin to buck and squirm under Becca trying to get away, but to no avail. Becca just kept on strumming her clit, occasionally dipping two fingers into her temporary toy. She'd only ever fooled around with a friend in college, but nothing to this degree, so this was a new sensation to her. She didn't even know this players name, but here she was knuckles deep in another woman's pussy. Her fingers pumping in and out, teasing her clit before delving back in, even throwing in the occasional spank to the felines rosy cheeks.

Without warning the buzzer sounded again and the leopardess suddenly began to pixelate and dissolve under Becca, apparently she had climaxed at some point and Becca didn't even notice she was so enraptured with what she was doing. The display above read out "Player Zorrana: Eliminated by player", followed closely by fireworks in the sky and a voice announcing that she'd won.

That same whoosh sensation followed as Becca was ported back to the loading pad in the Hub. Blinking at the bright light around her. She was met by a grinning Sarge, his large hand clapping her on the shoulder as he praised her on a job well done.

Round 2

The second arena Becca was dropped into looked more like what she had expected, a fully textured and sensory enabled area, a little bigger than the first one this time. There were new smells and sensations here, a slight coolness in the shade of the large trees she found herself surrounded by. She had seen this looked to be a forest arena, thick underbrush with tree branches intertwining up above that could probably be used to sneak across the canopy if one so wished. Being a bit uneasy with heights she opted to keep her feet on the ground. She had seen roughly where the other contestants had dropped so she knew basically which direction to go in, heading off to the right hand side of the map which looked to have been the closest player to her.

A loud crack heard as she took her first step, her foot landing on a stick just before her and the vixen chided herself on being so reckless. Hoping no one had heard that, she carefully made her way through the thick underbrush, finding a small stream to follow as she searched for her first target.

After a few minutes of searching Becca saw movement through the tree line, it looked like a large canine was moving quickly to the left and heading away from her. Picking up a small rock from the ground, Becca tossed it a few feet behind where the canine was running. He instantly stopped and she could see his ears perk up while looking back the direction he'd just come. Dropping low to the ground he cautiously stalked towards the sound of the noise. Likewise Becca too crouched low as she slowly approached him.

Before she took more than two steps towards what she could now see was a large white wolf, he was tackled to the ground by a yellow flash. A startled yelp heard as he was sent tumbling head over heels down a bank and out of Becca's line of sight. Standing at the top of the bank was a smirking cheetah girl whom quickly pounced down on top of her prey and out of sight. Becca was about to follow them and watch the fight, but a gruff voice suddenly sounded right behind her.

"Hello dumb bitch..."

Whirling around she was met by the evil sneer of Razor, the crocodile she'd eliminated in her first match. This time she was caught by surprise as he backhanded her hard enough that she swore she felt her teeth rattle in her jaw. The hit hard enough to lift her off her feet and fly back a few steps to come crashing down hard on the ground. Razor remembered how quick she was and didn't give her a chance to recover, quickly grabbing her by the throat and lifting her feet off the ground, only for his other fist to impact her stomach. Even though she knew she didn't technically need air in these arenas, the mind is a powerful thing and Becca felt like the wind was knocked out of her lungs.

"Eliminate me will you?" Razor roared down at her, spittle flaying and spattering her face, making her wince as her ears rang with his volume.

Gasping for breath as she was dropped to her knees on all fours, an arm cradling her stomach. Only to have more pain flair in her side as the crocodile kicked her in the ribs to send her rolling like a ragdoll and slamming into the trunk of a large tree. Becca knew she had to get out of here, this time she wasn't a match for his strength, especially in the state she was in. But she never had a chance, his large hand grabbing the side of her head and slamming her face into the tree, making her cry out. But that wasn't the worst of it, she felt his twin hard lengths rubbing against her hip as he tried to angle himself into her. The vixen weakly tried to fight back, but her resistance was just met with another slam of her head into the tree and another flare of pain. Weakly she wondered if it was this painful now with reduced values, she'd hate to piss Razor off in real life.

Becca was rudely introduced to the duality of the tournament, parts of her body ached and throbbed from being beaten by Razor. But as his twin lengths found her openings and roughly sunk into her, a sick sort of pleasure joined the mix as well. The crocodile quickly starting to roughly fuck the vixen up against the tree, sinking every inch of his twin shafts into her tight pussy and ass. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, especially after the roughing up she'd just received, but already she felt her climax building as the heightened pleasure sensors did their job.

"Don't cum too quick, bitch. I want to enjoy thissss..." Razor rasped into her ear before his strong jaws clamped down onto her shoulder and a fresh round of pain flared in her. "I must be more fucked up than I thought" Becca wondered as she actually found herself being more turned on by all this, being roughly ground against the rough bark of the tree as the crocodile stuffed her front and back. With a sudden cry of bliss Becca began to twitch and buck against him, her climax hitting hard as the buzzer sounded above.

She didn't need to read the text to know she had been eliminated however, but one thing she wasn't expecting was for all sensations to suddenly fade. Her pain and pleasure suddenly gone as she found herself in the staging area, just a shapeless floating consciousness again. A message appeared before her, asking if she would like to exit the match or spectate the remaining players. Choosing to spectate, Becca hoped that speedy cheetah got the best of that asshole alligator. Much like the championship match, she dropped down into the arena as an invisible spectator, able to fly around the arena if she wished. Having spawned where she had been eliminated, she saw Razor not far off and heading towards the bank where the wolf and cheetah had vanished over. Landing on the ground beside Razor, Becca followed side by side as he crested the hill. Down below she was met by the sight of the wolf being ridden to climax by the cheetah, her hips rolling in graceful waves as she rode his thick red shaft. With a howl the buzzer sounded and the wolf pixelated and dissolved. The display read above "Player Lupin: Eliminated by player" and the player count adjusted to two out of four active players remained.

The cheetah didn't seem to register that Razor was slowly walking up behind her, Becca wishing she could shout and alert the other woman. But it was too late, with surprising speed Razor just scooped the small cheetah up with an arm around her neck and a firm grip behind her right knee to spread her lewdly for the inevitable. Becca stepped around front to watch as the lithe spotted feline was brutally shoved down onto the twin waiting cocks, her eyes bulging as she to experience the rough fucking the vixen received, only with less punishment beforehand. The moans of the cheetah made Becca blush however, she supposed it was more fun to just get outright fucked without being used as a punching bag before, as she watched Razors strong thighs flex each time his hips slapped against the cheetahs behind. Kneeling before the pair and looking up at the action, it looked as though the croc was far too big for the cheetah, stretching her unnaturally wide both front and back to the point her flesh turned a lighter shade of pink even. But the way the cheetah's toes were flexing and clenching, it couldn't have been all bad, especially when a few moments the buzzer sounded again, the overhead display reading "Player Swift: Eliminated by player" and Becca was disconnected from the arena. Regrettably Razor had won that one, much to her dismay.

Becca was met by a smirking Sarge as she returned to the Hub, his shit eating grin annoying her as he asked "So what did we learn today, Princess?" God she wished he was real so she could find him and kick him in the balls to make it hurt.

Round 3

The next arena Becca found herself in was fairly open, looking like a grain farm with sparse woods and houses spread out and a couple of silos at the center of the map and a large dark pool of water close to one side, strategically placed for players to jump down into from the top of the silos she assumed. It looked like any number of generic Battle Royale maps, which made sense as an announcement from above did alert players that there was a timer on this match. They would have half an hour to eliminate all other players before the arena began to shrink, anyone caught outside the zone would be eliminated.

This match also allowed them to find and use weapons and skills found around the arena, though she wasn't sure what to expect as they were randomly generated on collection like those annoying boxes on her ancient arcade racer "Mario Kart." The first two players she'd spotted had dropped relatively close to her, the third was all the way on the opposite side of the map and wouldn't be a concern for a few minutes. Already she thought she could see a familiar scaled form off in the closest stack of trees heading her direction. Not wanting another repeat of last match, the vixen headed in the opposite direction to the closest building, hoping to find something useful and lay a trap for him.

She found nothing useful on the ground floor, not even sure what she was looking for, but Sarge had said she would recognize it when she saw it. Up on the second floor there was nothing in the room to the immediate left, but it was while scanning the room she thought she heard a faint chime coming from somewhere else in the building. Heading out the room she was in and listening intently, it sounded like it was coming from down the hall in the bathroom. Cautiously Becca approached the open door and peeked around the corner, expecting to see a player in there, but all she found was a floating silver briefcase. With a roll of her eyes she thought to herself "How original" before heading in and tapping the item, a blur of images spinning like a slot machine until it landed on an odd looking shotgun with a four pronged attachment sticking out the front. "Fucking typical, a net gun" she growled to herself, not sure how much good this would do against Razor.

Heading back downstairs and looking around outside to make sure the coast was clear before making a run to another building in search of more and hopefully better loot, Becca paused as she thought she saw a black shape pass by a window. But when she approached and looked outside there was nothing there, perhaps it was just a weird glitch or something as she couldn't hear or even smell anything alarming. With a sigh and setting of her shoulders, the vixen dashed from the door and around the corner of the house in the direction of the next building over in the distance. Barely two steps beyond the corner of her current building the vixen yelped as something wrapped around her feet and bound her ankles together, sending her tumbling ass over kettle to land in a heap. The large imposing image of Razor stepped into view, kicking her weapon out of her hand before leering down at her.

"Well...well...well, look who it is. Looks like I get to fuck you again, dumb b...." The crocodile didn't get to finish his sentence before an electric crackle sounded and his body began to convulse and jerk. As the large brute collapsed into a twitching heap before the stunned vixen, she looked past him to the black shape she'd seen earlier. Behind Razor stood a svelte looking black pantheress, holding a stun gun in her paw and grinning down at the croc.

"I know it's not pairs yet, but I thought you could use a hand. Saw this charming fellow stalking you the moment we landed; he's just brimming with good intentions by the look of it" Oh Becca liked this one, grinning as she accepted the offer. Removing the bola from her ankles they instead used it to bind Razors wrists behind his back. Becca wanted to get a bit of revenge on the crock, but Trinity as she learned her new friends name was, reminded her there was still another player out there and they should probably team up on them as well, at least that way the end of the match would be fun for a change. The sultry wink and purr the panther said this with made Becca blush a deep shade of pink, nodding almost hypnotically at the feline. As much as they wanted to punish Razor, they opted to instead end him quickly, propping him up against the side of the building, they played into his male ego. Both women kneeling before him and each one servicing one of his cocks, laying it on thick with their moans and gasps as their muzzles bobbed along his twin spires. As expected this display would get the crocodile to erupt in a rather impressive display, twin arcs of his seed spraying out over their heads as they gave his spurting cocks a couple last cursory pumps before the buzzer sounded and Razors form pixelated and began to dissolve. The display above reading out "Player Razor: Eliminated by player" and the active player count adjusted to three of four active players remaining.

Trinity wasn't sure where the last player was either, so they opted to head for the silos and see if they could spot anything from up top. Trinity's tazer had one charge left so they should be able to handle the last player when they found them. Making their way to the silos they kept an eye out for any movement, but there was nothing to be seen. Another buzzer suddenly sounded, making both women jump in fright, a female voice stating calmly that the time had run out and the arena would be shrinking. A pale blue mist began to enclose the arena, slowly spreading and covering the forests, moving ever closer until even the buildings were obscured. However there was no buzzer heard, which was confusing as only the silos and pool beside them were left. Trinity opted to go up to the top of the silos alone to see if the last player was up there, leaving Becca below to look out for anyone trying to sneak up on her. There was no one visible on the ground, so surely this was the last place the remaining player could be.

A confused looking Trinity yelled down to Becca "There's no one up here!" as she turned around, seemingly alone. Looking down over the edge of the silo into the water below, she didn't see any sign of a player being in the dark water either. "Where the fuck are you?" Trinity mumbled to herself, only for a soft voice to reply behind her.

"I'm right here..." The panther heard too late, whirling around to see a see-through shape leap at her, tackling her from the roof and sending them both over the edge and down into the water below. Becca alerted to what was happening as Trinity's tazer just barely missed her head as it dropped to the ground, Becca looking up in time to see her friend falling down into the water. The remaining players stealth perk fading to reveal a rather large and nasty looking Great White shark.

"Oh shit..." Was all Becca could think as the panther and shark vanished beneath the surface with a large splash.

Trinity briefly appeared above the water, frantically trying to swim to the shore and escape, but she was quickly pulled under the surface again and didn't resurface. Becca couldn't see what was happening, but the answer soon came as the buzzer sounded and the overhead display read "Player Trinity: Eliminated by player" and the active player count read two out of four players remaining.

"That's a fucking shark in water..." She thought to herself, not sure how she could win this one. Suddenly inspiration struck, a sly grin touching her lips as she looked down to the tazer laying on the ground beside her. "Surely not..." Becca wondered, bending down to grab the tazer before walking the short distance to the edge of the pool and activating the device. A menacing electric crackle sounded and arched through the air as she tossed it into the water. Much to her surprise the water lit up like a light show for a few seconds, followed by the buzzer sounding and the display reading "Player Fynne: Eliminated by environment", active players one out of four remaining.

Becca collapsed on the ground laughing as the fireworks began firing off overhead and the voice announced that she had won the match. What was best of all was the curious look on Sarge's face as he asked "You did what?" when she told him of how she'd won.

Later that evening back in her apartment Becca was still laughing to herself as she ate her dinner while looking at memes on the internet. A message pinging on her augmented interface for the SotF portal, it was a friend request from Trinity.