FSE

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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.

Wendy sighed as she looked naked self over in the mirror, hating what she saw there. Turning side to side the little sleek white furred mouse girl thought she looked boyish, no real womanly hips or nice perky breasts to speak of, barely a handful as she cupped her mounds and jiggled them a little. She wasn't even lucky enough to be born super short and look like a cute chibi, or tall enough to make up for her peculiarity. But that's just it, she wasn't a girl so what was she expecting to see this time that was different from all the other times she stood in front of her mirror? Uncrossing her legs with her nose wrinkled in a look of disgust as her big pink cock flopped out before her, hanging like a constant reminder that she was deformed and weird, that no one would like a freak like her. All those kids back in her hometown that used to taunt her "Wendy the witch, got a pretty big dick for such a little bitch!" still rung in her ears all these years later. Even now as she was thousands of miles away, across the country and in her own apartment.

Her phone buzzed with a text message from her best friend Claire, Wendy sighed with a smile thinking to herself "Here we go again!" as she read the first couple of lines from the ranting text. It looked like Claire had broken up with yet another asshole in a string of assholes she insisted on dating. But Wendy didn't mind, Claire was her one bright spot in her otherwise dismal life, she always had been. As the small white mouse slipped into a pair of panties and shorts, not bothering with a bra as she thought her breasts were too small to require one, she just threw on her favorite old rock band shirt "Purrvana".

With butterflies in her stomach, Wendy wondered if today would be the day she finally confessed her love to Claire. Truth be told, she'd loved Claire from the first day they'd met, the fiery spotted feline jumping to her defense the first day the mouse showed up in her school after moving across country with her single mother. Wendy had stood with tears in her eyes as this feisty little spotted snow leopardess hissed and growled at boys easily twice her size until the backed down and left Wendy alone. From that day on they were nearly inseparable, from countless sleepovers to family trips away, even when the girls were old enough to go to college they managed to work the system so they got to share a dorm room. Wendy blushed as she remembered trying not to get caught as she snuck glances at a nude Claire every time she was getting out of the shower or changed with her bedroom door open. Claire had blossomed into a stunning beauty that had all the boys chasing after her, curves to die for and piercing blue eyes that always made Wendy's heart skip a beat when they locked gazes.

Popping open a bottle of Claire's favorite wine and grabbing her favorite dark chocolate from the fridge, always keeping a slab on hand for just such an occasion, Wendy had to adjust herself inside her tight little panties as images of her yoga class with Claire earlier that week started popping up unbidden. Sighing as she made her way into the living room with two wine glasses, Wendy set her Netflix on to some cheesy romance movie where the girl gets the nice guy in the end, those always helped cheer Claire up.

There was still a few minutes before Claire got to her apartment looking at the time, Wendy giving her still stiff length a little grope and considered sorting herself out quick. Again flashes of Claire's perfect round ass in her yoga pants flashed into her mind again. Also memories of the special strap Wendy had to wear to those damn classes to keep herself tucked so she didn't pop a tent every time her friend bent over and lifted her tail in front of the poor mouse girl.

Wendy's mind drifting back to the good old college days, back in their shared dorm room, when Claire used to go out drinking with some random boy while she sat alone studying for tests. Claire never seemed to need to study, she was just naturally gifted at so many things, but Wendy never hated her for it. Somehow it just seemed to make Claire such a better person as she always offered to help Wendy or their other friends study. Late at night Claire would often come home drunker than a skunk, passing out usually in her own bed, but sometimes she would stumble into Wendy's room and pass out beside her friend.

At first Wendy just covered her friend up under the blankets and opted to sleep in Claire's room, but as the days, weeks and months rolled by, Wendy's curiosity and love started to develop a lustful edge. It started innocently enough, just looking in Claire's panty drawers, then touching them, and then sniffing her soiled underwear (God did she smell good!).

Eventually Wendy wouldn't even bother moving to a different bed when Claire crashed on hers, instead she just cuddled the beautiful feline until she settled. Brushing her cheek, her hair...maybe her soft lips. She knew she should've stopped it then and there, but she couldn't. The object of her love and desire was right there with her, night after night, week after week. Wendy would never do anything to actually hurt Claire, at least that's what she kept telling herself as touches soon became kisses, kisses soon became more and within weeks there wasn't an inch of the blackout drunk passed out Claire the mouse girl hadn't touched or kissed. Even though she still felt guilty for it, Wendy would eventually lose her virginity to her best friend on fateful night. Claire passing out laying perpendicular to Wendy's bed with her legs hanging over the edge of the tall bed, her feet not quite touching the floor. As Wendy stood before her friend about to lift her feet and swing her around to lay more comfortably, she couldn't help but noticed Claire's short skirt had ridden up about her waist and her panties were nowhere to be seen. At first Wendy just wanted to feel what it was like with Claire's thighs around her waist, but as she lifted Claire's legs up against her body she gave a lusty groan and rolled her hips against Wendy's. Try as she might, Wendy couldn't stop herself from popping wood even if someone was in the room holding a gun to her mother's head at that point.

"Mmn, baby is that for me?" Claire groaned out again as Wendy's bulge rubbed against her friend's bare pussy, already glistening with drunk lust. The angel on her shoulder screaming at her to stop, but the devil had an even bigger friend called "lack of blood flow to the brain" standing beside him on her other shoulder as Wendy freed her thick and throbbing cock from her painfully tight panties. Slowly she shifted herself back and lined herself up, pausing just a moment with her rounded tip nudging the inviting heat of Claire's passage beckoning her in. With a slow and gradual push she felt the feline's cunt stretch slowly and swallow inch after inch of her cock. Despite the loud groan that burst from Claire, she didn't open her eyes, with a snort she just rolled her head to the other side while Wendy stopped dead still to make sure she hadn't hurt her friend. With an inward sigh of relief, Wendy began to push again, slowly working inch by inch into her best friend. A small part of the mouse felt disappointed that she hadn't got to claim Claire's virginity, but perhaps that was for the best all things considered.

No sooner had it started that Wendy found herself buried balls deep in the unconscious feline, the way her pussy flexed and squeezed down on every inch of her, the intense slick heat, it felt like heaven. As Wendy began to pull back, the wave of pleasure that washed over her caught her by surprise. She'd only ever felt her own hand on her thick prick, this was completely new to the mouse girl. Thankfully Claire wasn't awake to see Wendy's dismal performance as only after two or three strokes the mouse came hard inside her friend. Panting and wiping the perspiration from her forehead, Wendy gingerly pulled her over sensitive penis out of the still unconscious feline. The sight of her cum spilling from between her friends slightly gaped perfect little petals snapping her back to reality. She'd just cum unprotected inside her best friend, what if she got pregnant! Wendy rushed to grab a damp cloth and tried to clean Claire as best she could, as deep as she dared without waking her up before calming herself down and putting her friend to bed.

The next few weeks had been hell for Wendy as she waited to see if Claire seemed to recall what had happened, or worse, if she missed her period. Thankfully neither came to pass, Claire continued on with life blissfully unaware and Wendy swore off never to do that again, it was just too risky. She would stick to her guns for quite a while as well, managing to go a few weeks without so much as touching Claire's cheek even when she passed out comatose from a night out partying in the mouse's bed again.

But soon Wendy found her iron will being put to the test as Claire hopped on the latest trend of yoga doing the rounds. Countless hours spent watching the beautiful feline clad in skin tight clothing that looked like it had been painted on, bending and stretching in their living room while following a DVD or online video. Wendy's eyes nearly bulging from her head at the mouth watering camel toe Claire often got, but most mouthwatering was how firm her ass got. Those perfect glops so taut and round, Wendy often fantasized of just diving her face between them and motor boating Claire's ass.

A couple weeks later Wendy would get her opportunity, Claire having gone out to a rager with some friends after passing a particularly difficult exam. Sure to get blackout drunk again with her spirits high and ready to celebrate. Sure enough, not long after midnight a drunk Claire stumbled into their dorm room, mumbling incoherently as she tripped over a side table and cursed loudly which nearly made Wendy giggle and give herself away. But she waited patiently, hoping and praying that Claire would stumble into her room again. With her heart beating so loud she almost thought Claire would hear it out in the living room, Wendy held her eyes shut and did her best to look like she was sleeping. A few agonizing moments later her door swung open partially to the outline of Claire leaning heavily against the doorframe. Wendy peeking through a closed eyelids noted that it looked like Claire had at least tried to change into something more comfortable for bed, wearing just her panties and somehow a backwards tee with the word "Tits!" in bold white letters on it. Stumbling over to Wendy's bed, Claire face planted into a soft pink pillow and instantly began to snore loudly. Wendy leaned over her friend and brushed her hair from her face to make sure she was okay and able to breathe comfortably before looking after her own needs. Nearly giggling again as she saw the front, now back of Claire's top which read "My best personality trait is...", clearly meant to indicate Claire's breasts were awesome. Which the most definitely were, no doubt about that. But tonight Wendy had another object of desire in mind as she crawled down to Claire's long shapely legs, straddling the calf muscle not currently stretched out across the bed and staring down at her friends firm round butt. Small paws gently caressed their way up the back of Claire's toned thighs, nails dragging lightly through her lush spotted fur as they ascended like mere mortals up to the peak of Olympus. Just as those mortals were sure to discover at the summit, Wendy's hands also found the majesty and glory of two well defined and sculpted cheeks like they were made by the Gods themselves.

Giving but a cursory squeeze to Claire's tush, the feline didn't even respond, seeming not to register the touch. Growing bolder Wendy would slip a finger down the cleft of the snow leopards crack, hooking her finger under the thin strap of her thong and lightly tugging it free of that divine crevice. Soft paws resting over each cheek gently pushing them, spreading her friends behind to expose the tightest little pink orifice she'd ever seen, of course Claire had to have the most perfect asshole imaginable Wendy thought to herself. After a moment of just staring at it, she would slowly lean down to kiss that pucker tenderly, finally getting a soft huff from the feline, but nothing more than a faint inward take of breath. Wendy let her tongue slowly circle that opening, earning a definite moan from the unconscious Claire. It seemed her pretty pussy liked that, so she did it again, then again with ever louder pants and moans coming from Claire. Eventually Wendy was making out with her best friends behind, her little tongue working in and out of that tight opening as she stroked a hand along the feline's tail lovingly.

This began to become their usual routine whenever Claire got drunk and stumbled into Wendy's room, at least the first couple of times. Soon it migrated to a finger, then two, until eventually Wendy thought she'd prepared Claire for the real thing. Wendy recalled that first time she went balls deep under Claire's long luxurious tail, straddling the back of the feline's thighs as she rested her thick throbbing cock down between those glorious cheeks. Using a lot of lube on both herself and Claire to make sure it went as smoothly as possible, Wendy achingly slowly worked her blunt tip against that tight opening, for a brief moment thinking she wouldn't fit as it refused to budge and let her enter. But with a shuddering gasp, Claire's little pink pucker fluttered and swallowed her tip along with another inch. Halting at the slight pained groan from her friend, Wendy waited to see if she showed any signs of waking, but there were none. Slowly the mouse worked inch after inch under the spotted tail she was stroking so lovingly, trying to sooth Claire as much as possible until finally her hips met the rounded cheeks beneath. Much like the time she'd lost her virginity to her best friend, it didn't take more than two or three strokes before Wendy squeaked again and flooded Claire's butt with a large dose of mouse girl cum, at least this time she wouldn't have to worry about any pregnancy scares.

The next morning as Claire made used of the bathroom, Wendy nearly spat out her morning coffee as the feline called from the bathroom "Ugh, remind me never to eat tacos again. Feels like someone fucked me in the ass!"

Wendy was rudely jolted back to reality as the sound of a key sliding into the lock on her apartment door was heard. Yanking her paw from her painfully tented panties, Wendy grabbed the nearest cushion from her couch and quickly covered her still throbbing cock, hoping Claire was too drunk to smell her arousal on the air. Luckily the distraught looking feline just flopped down with a great big sigh and launched into a tired about Clive and what a massive asshole he was, how she should've listened to Wendy when she warned her about him, yadda yadda yadda.

Even with tears in her eyes, her makeup ruined and bitching like there was no tomorrow, Claire was still the most beautiful thing in the world to Wendy. With the pillow clutched to her lap, Wendy sat listening for a few moments as her best friend vented on and on, saying how maybe she should just give up dating because she'd never find true love.

"I love you..." Wendy heard herself suddenly blurt out, Claire stopping mid-sentence to turn and look at her.

For a long tense moment there was nothing but silence between the two lifelong friends, Wendy's heart beating a thousand miles a second as she waited for Claire to say or do something, anything! She needed to know, did she feel the same, did she think Wendy was joking maybe, or worse...would she just get up and leave without ever speaking to Wendy again.

But no, she didn't do any of that. Claire just looked down at the table, the two empty wine glasses waiting to be filled with her favorite wine. Her favorite dark chocolate already broken into individual pieces laid out in a smiley face on a place for her, even a trashy romance movie she knew Wendy hated was queued up on Netflix on the television. With fresh tears in her eyes, but this time accompanied by a smile, Claire turned back face Wendy with a simple "It's about damned time!"

It all happened so fast, Claire's lips were on hers, a hand under Wendy's top cupping her breast as they made out passionately. It was all so perfect, more perfect than Wendy could've ever hoped for...until...until Claire's hand began to wander lower.

"Wait! I'm...I'm a..." Wendy stammered, pulling back from the kiss to look up into Claire's concerned face staring down at her, Claire's fingers hooked under Wendy's panties and about to tug them down and expose her shame.

"What, a virgin?" Claire teased with a calming smile, trying to break the tension. But for the first time in her life, Wendy wasn't cheered up by Claire's smile.

"I'm not a girl..." Wendy spat out flatly, her eyes darting off to the side, unable to meet Claire's concerned gaze.

"Oh, you mean your dick? I've known about that since we were kids. Never heard of morning wood?" Claire laughed as she gently grasped Wendy's chin and turned her face to meet her in a kiss.

"I know you're not a virgin either, just by the way. Those things you did to me in college? You owe me big time missy!" Claire laughed as she went in for another kiss, her other hand slipping inside Wendy's panties to grasp her raging erection, giving it a stroke and forcing a groan from Wendy's lips into the kiss.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Wendy asked between pants and kisses as they made out on the couch.

"I didn't want to pressure you into anything you weren't ready for, plus I thought it was kinda hot you fucking me when you thought I was passed out" Claire purred into a kiss, laying side by side facing Wendy as she stroked her friends turgid length affectionately. No real rush this time for either of them to get off.

"You weren't passed out...even when I...your...?" Wendy asked wit wide eyes as she gave Claire's behind a little squeeze for emphasis.

"Nope, never thought it strange I could be black out drunk and not have a hangover the next morning?"

Wendy's head was spinning, it was all almost too much for her. The more they spoke and laughed about everything, the more Wendy learned about how devious her friend really was. Claire knew Wendy had at least a passing crush on her since they were kids, it was the main reason she found every opportunity to be naked around or in front of the mouse. She'd hoped somehow she would inspire or at least entice her to "come out" as it were, believing it was her choice when and how she did so, so she never pushed Wendy too hard.

Even in college when Wendy finally lost her virginity to an apparently awake Claire, the feline was pleased to learn that indeed she was Wendy's first. Only she was sorry she hadn't saved her virginity to Wendy, though Wendy was definitely the first to fuck her up the ass.

Wendy laughed as Claire straddled her lap, grinding down on the mouse girls throbbing length as Wendy's small hands reached behind to grope and spread the feline's still mouthwatering cheeks again, dipping a finger under her tail to give her little rosebud a playful probe.

"Does that mean I get to do it again?" Wendy asked with a confident grin.

"Maybe later, I think you had enough free rides on that one in college. Time for some payback first I think!" Claire grinned as she shuffled forwards to kneel over Wendy's face.

"I love you" Wendy said with more confidence this time as she stared up past Claire's pretty pink pussy to her smiling face.

"Prove it..." Claire responded before settling herself down on the mouse girls waiting lips.