FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Written by Choice Cuts Deli

Series Commission for ATypicalFox | April 2022 | 4486 Words

"C'mon, Stadler!" the hefty, brown-furred grizzly bear chuffed, calling across the living room to his open-plan kitchen. "You're gonna miss the opening credits!" Just a few feet away, the mottled brown-and-orange furred cross fox was busy operating the couples' popcorn popper, the fluffy little critter furiously turning the crank as a cacophony of tiny explosions fluffed up tonight's snack.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Upturning the whirly pop into the largest bowl they had, Stadler cocked his head to the side, turning his attention towards his lover. "Arthur, it's not a movie," he pouted, furrowing his brow as fluffy popcorn tumbled into the bowl. "Livestreams don't have opening credits." Arthur couldn't help but smile a shit-eating grin as he watched his cutie, clad in a comfortable set of pajamas, saunter his way back to the living room, snacks in paw.

"I don't want you to miss out, what if it's sponsored by RAID SHADOW LEGENDS!" the bear roared in a rather uncharacteristically loud outburst, the bruin's silliness owed to the cocktail glasses racking up on the arm of their sofa.

"Pffft, scoot over, you big dork," Stadler chuckled, careful not to knock over his own drink while nestling himself in against his lover's broad chest and even rounder belly. "If you're not careful I'm gonna buy you Manscaped and shave you in your sleep."

"How kind of you, meat," Arthur grinned, reaching over Stadler's body to palm a massive mitt-ful of popcorn out of the bowl. "Don't want me hacking up a hairball when I chow down on you." With one paw full of greasy popcorn, Arthur smirked as he tapped the remote control, the screen coming to life with what looked like a normal livestreamer's overlay. The chat box off to the right was already busy, scrolling screen names popping up comments as tasteful waiting music played. But the stream, while live, was not yet active; a grey splash screen filled the video area, the words "HUNTING DADS: BRB" filling most of the space.

"Oooooh," Stadler smirked, licking his chops playfully as he tried to read the username. "Who'd you pick for porn night this week, hun? I don't recognize the name."

"I've been following this guy for a little while. Homewrecker45. His whole thing is he tries to seduce middle-aged family men for sport."

"Hunting? Like the nature preserve you went to?" Stadler asked, letting his stubby little fox claws massage into Arthur's meaty thigh, nestling himself in till the small of his back rested upon the bear's groin.

"Nah, all off the record stuff. Seduce them, fuck them, make them disappear." Arthur noticed there was some movement happening behind the translucent splash screen, his paw instinctively reaching to click up the volume a few notches right before the overlay disappeared.

The camera appeared to be situated in a forest somewhere, with enough scrubby undergrowth, as well as tall ash, birch and maple trees to keep its holder out of view. This privacy was crucial because the sounds of threadbare cheering, shrill, high-pitched voices and loud whistles blowing suggested that the cameraman was at some sort of sporting event. Stadler's eyes widened as the cameraman pulled back some of the foliage to reveal what looked like a junior soccer game, the field packed with young pups and dashing felines. Closer still were the parents of these kiddos, burly, overly-involved fathers and strung-out housewives suffering through the summer heat in their folding camp chairs. They were the ones most likely to spot the cameraman. Today's conquest was going to be public.

"Rrrrrf... can't wait till they fix the bathrooms over by the baseball field," a gruff voice rumbled from deeper in the forest, drawing the attention of the cameraman. Standing before the camera lens was a tall, chest-heavy grey wolf, the proud middle-aged beast snorting through the process of covering an old oak tree with his hot and rank piss. Stadler seemed a little surprised as a sidebar popped up on the edge of the video stream sporting a still photo of the same wolf with some biographic statistics below.

Name: Thomas McMartin

Age: 46 y/o

Sexuality: Straight (he swears)

Spouse: Wife (24 year marriage)

Kids: 1 HS, 1 K

Time Hunted: 65 Days

"Woah," Stadler gasped. "Wait, this isn't just a hidden camera thing, huh?"

"Noooope," Arthur growled, pulling his little meat closer in against his gut. "There's like three or four of them who take it in turns hunting, and they got someone doing overlays back in the studio." As Arthur spoke, the camera point of view suddenly shifted, tilting upwards as a whisker-tipped muzzle breathed hot, steamy breath on it. Stadler quickly realized that the camera was hidden inside a set of glasses, the quick 'cleaning' giving the livestream an opportunity to see the face of today's hunter.

A hefty-gutted, brown-furred raccoon gave a little wink and toothy smile to the camera. As broad as he was thick, standing a good head or so smaller than the wolf, the wily critter did not seem phased at the towering, predatory man before him. As he put his glasses back on, a big 'Like and Subscribe' banner flashed across the screen before disappearing as the wolf began to approach his secret lover.

"Mmm... been a bit, huh?" the raccoon sighed softly. Turning his gaze upwards, he stared into the wolf's soft, golden eyes as the family man tugged up his fly. Stepping forwards, the pair leaned in to kiss; it was a soft and sensual peck at first, followed by a second, more intense set of smooches, only broken as Homewrecker confided, "I missed you last week."

"Had to take the littlest for a doctor's appointment," the wolf hushed, his eyes turning back towards the field as a whistle signaled a flag on the play. "We've got to stop meeting like this," the wolf rumbled softly, huffing as he turned his attention back to the raccoon, only to feel two soft paws clasp his muzzle, forcing Tom to stare into his eyes.

"Hmm...?" the ringtailed lothario hushed. You could practically feel his eyebrows raise behind the glasses. "Meeting like what, big pup?"

"Sneaking around like this..." the wolf growled, snorting out his snout. "Having to... meet up in quiet spots like this." The sidebar flashed with a scrubbed-clean map of the city they were in, eighteen little red pins plucked into various spots around town, with links to each past livestream attached.

"You've been all over me, sugar," Homewrecker crooned, rubbing both his paws over his secret lover's face. "You've been wanting me bad. Almost seen me every day this month."

"...I couldn't quit you if I tried," the canine growled, eyes rolling back softly as the pair cocked their heads to the side, muzzles locking in a deep and passionate kiss.

"Huff..." Stadler snorted, blushing as he could feel Arthur's arousal starting to tent under him. "A married man, in public, kid's probably sucking orange wedges on the soccer bench. God, this is so fucked up, Arthur."

The cross fox swallowed as he felt Arthur's shaft throb, the beer can thick shaft pulsing as he replied, "Yeah it fuckin' is. Only gonna get worse for the filthy cheater too."

Stadler couldn't help but wonder what Arthur meant by the 'filthy cheater' comment. He might have enjoyed ruining homes, but he never really reveled in the fact that the meat-to-be had cheated on their spouse and family before. Even though there was no easy way to broach the subject, things became a little clearer as he watched Arthur tug his phone out of his pocket, casually tapping away at the bear-sized screen with one paw while sipping his cocktail with the other, craning his snout to see over the rim of his glass. As the little cross fox watched the wolf snog on his killer-to-be, the sounds of slavering tongues exploring deep within each other's maws, a little money bag icon popped up on the screen. The emoji swelled and popped, revealing two lines of text splashed across the top of the screen. "Buck Hunter Tier Patron BearInTheWoods69 gave $5: 'Fuck that promotion-stealing whore good for me!' "

Stadler mouthed the words as he read them, only to turn his head, "Arthur, what the hell is this all about?"

"What?" the big bruin smirked, an innocent grin plastered across the grizzly's boxy muzzle. "If you sign up at the Buck Hunter Tier, you can, ahem, 'suggest' someone for them to wreck. And if they happened to catch someone like Tom, who so unfairly stole the management position from me six months ago... weeeeeell... I think I'm entitled to a little pleasure at the situation?" Before Stadler could react, Arthur playfully shook his dirty ice in the air. "Just like I'm entitled to another drink, meat."

"Goddamn, you're cold," the little cross fox chuckled, shaking his head as he extricated himself from Arthur's lap. "Tell me if I miss anything good, ok?"

"Nah, you're good," Arthur growled, his heavy mitt slowly tugging down the waistband of his cozy sweatpants, freeing his thick shaft for a few playful tugs. "They're just making ou- ooooh..." Just as Stadler padded off to the kitchen, the camera's point of view tumbled, the glasses-clad raccoon yelping as he was flipped onto his back, pinned down in a pile of leaves.

"Rrrrrf..." The grey-muzzled wolf flashed his fangs before the raccoon's face before nuzzling up against the critter's neck, kissing and nipping as he teased, "Been a while since we played predator and prey," he hushed, planting a broad lick along Homewrecker's throat. "Wouldn't mind sinking my jaws into you again, handsome."

In a flash, the thick-gutted raccoon leveraged his weight to roll the lighter canine over, first onto his side, then onto his back. Slapping both paws onto the canine's shoulders as the whistle blew from the soccer field, the raccoon rumbled softly as he adjusted his askew glasses. "I was thinking the same thing, meatpup," he grinned, his attention briefly slipping down between their bodies to show the camera that both their tented arousals were throbbing against one another.

"Mmm... Papa Racc wants to be a big bad predator?" The wolf hushed, picking a leaf from behind the procyon's ear.

"More dangerous this way. Wouldn't want to tarnish your reputation if we're caught, would we, Big Bad?"

"Fuck..." Thomas moaned softly, hissing out his muzzle as he felt Homewrecker slip a paw down between them, carefully unzipping his fly first before attending to the canine's needy shaft. "Okay, Sir. Mmmmpfh... You always know how to get me so subby."

"Because you're my subby little meatpup, aren't you?"

"Y- Yes Sir," the canine whined as he felt the raccoon slip off him, lifting his legs up in the air while tugging the seat of his pants up till his commando ass was perfectly open.

"Ohhh, look at this, boy. You got yourself ready for me and everything." A row of stylized tighty-whitey briefs popped up along the bottom of the screen, each with an X through them, each one signifying a date that his target was naked underneath his pants. As Stadler wandered back in with a drink for himself and his lover, he grumbled at the realization that Arthur was laying back on the couch, nursing his arousal while the best part happened on screen. "Say it, boy."

"I- I'm your subby little meatpup," the wolf whined, yelping as Homewrecker reared back and smacked him across the face.

"Louder!"

"I- I'm your subby little meatpup!" he whimpered through tear-filled eyes.

"Mmm... goddamn right you are." The raccoon rumbled, spitting on his paw before slathering up his cock with the slightest semblance of lube. "Big strong father, city worker, happy to bend the fuck over to an omnivore like me." Stadler huffed as he got comfortable again on the couch, his own arousal beginning to tent up his pajama pants as he watched the scene unfold. Homewrecker wasted no time forcing his cock head against the tight-clenched pucker of his canine lover. The wolf clearly was not ready, nor was he practiced enough with anal, but that did not stop the procyon's prodding prick from forcing its way inside. Biting his knuckles, the canine grunted into his paw, only getting a little chuckle from the raccoon as he wiggled his hips, his seven inch shaft throbbing deep within the canine's straight ass. "Fuuuuuck, you're tight... Better not scream too loud. Don't want your wife to hear, do you?"

"Mmm-mmm..." the wolf whined, clenching his tear-filled eyes as he shook his head sheepishly.

"You'll be the talk of the town. Found out to be a fucking bottom." Stroking a paw along the wolf's fat, five-inch cock, the raccoon began to plunge himself in and out, nice and slow. Each squishing thrust with his pudgy hips and gut flexed the ex-running back canine's middle-aged thighs further than he had stretched in decades. All the while, Homewrecker had perfect access to Tom's exposed and unloved prostate. It took no time at all for the little slut to mewl like a puppy, his pleasured struggles amplified as the raccoon leaned down to bare his fangs over his little pup's throat. "What's worse for you? Being ruined as a man's man? Or ending up prey to a fucking omnivore...?"

"Mnnnpfh... a- ahh... please, d- do I-"

"Answer the question, pup," Homewrecker growled, lifting his paw from the canine's shaft, his padded palm teasing the head a little to coax out an answer.

"Nnnngh... I- I... I'd rather die..." Tom whimpered, closing his eyes ashamedly as he felt his secret lover throb hard within his hole. A link popped up in the chat from HomewreckerAdmin, ostensibly to the snipped clip of Tom's admission for everyone to savor.

"Mmmm... you want to be chow for a fatass omnivore like me?"

"Y- Yes... If- If it means I... my life is... my family-"

Planting both paws hard on Tom's throat, Homewrecker growled as he clamped them tight about the canine's windpipe. Squeezing his knuckles into the wolf's arteries and veins, the raccoon shushed in a harsh tone as he whispered. "That's what I wanted to hear, meatpup." As his hips picked up the pace, the raccoon's growling voice turned wispy and breathy, the wolf's rasping, choking gasps suddenly going quiet as Homewrecker closed off his throat. "Mmm... your wife and kids won't know what happened to you, meat. You're gonna disappear from their lives. Today. Fuck, your body's gonna churn away to nothing in my gut." Homewrecker barely noticed himself hit orgasm, the sudden rush of hot, ropey cum spatters filling the canine's bowels were just a pleasant warmth as he hit the high of his hunt.

By now, Tom seemed terrified, his legs feeble and wiggling uselessly in the air while his arms tried and failed to push away the looming raccoon. All Homewrecker had to do was keep his weight on the canine's throat, especially now he didn't have the distraction of his raging erection between his thighs. Feeling Tom's tight little ass begin to relax around his fat cock, Homewecker watched the light fade from his target's eyes. A thin dribble of piss drooled down the side of the dog's thigh as the family man shuddered off into unconsciousness. Holding him down just a little longer, the beastly raccoon made sure his victim was out before playfully adding, "Alright, stream." The procyon grunted, licking his chops as he pulled off his glasses and turned the camera around to show his face once more. "Gonna take an hour break while I get dinner home. See you all in the Death Chamber," he added with a vicious, toothsome smile. A single button tap and the screen went blank as he cut off the video feed.

"So, the problem I'm having now," the little cross fox yipped as he tapped the escape button on his computer, pausing the game just as the little green-skinned creature piloting the computer game's jury-rigged space capsule let out a terrified scream. "Is that my big heat shield acts like a parachute, creating torque and flipping the whole craft around. This points the more delicate parts of the ship right into the atmosphere..." Resting both paws on the back of Stadler's computer chair, the buzzed bear was in the process of failing to show adequate excitement over his little meatslave's hobbies. "So, it all explodes due to atmospheric heating and drag!" Stadler exclaimed, unpausing the game just to show Arthur how the little re-entry capsule shattered into a billion flaming bits. The sudden pyrotechnics certainly caught the bear off guard, a little smile crossing his boxy muzzle as he watched.

"Pfft, hotter than a fox in a microwave," he giggled, realizing this was certainly not the first of Stadler's failed launches.

"I think the fox would have more likelihood of survival," Stadler chuckled. "I tried putting another heat shield on the other end with the hopes that that would sort of stabilize things. It stopped flipping, but it didn't point straight prograde, so some of the vehicle was exposed to drag still-"

Before Stadler could finish his explanation, the television in the other room pinged twice with playful music, signaling the resumption of the stream. "Oh, thank god," Arthur growled, his big mitt grabbing the back of Stadler's computer chair and tugging him backwards. "Alright meat, you can go to space afterwards, movie night's back on!"

"Please! Please- n- no!" the pair could already hear panicked cries coming from the living room as the stepped back in to get comfortable. On screen, Homewrecker seemed to be fiddling with a much higher definition camera, toying with the lens as the canine struggled helplessly in the background. Bound tight with his arms tugged behind his back, the canine was sat upon a simple wooden chair in what looked like an unfinished basement somewhere, the terrified canine tugging wildly as he barked out pleas for his safe release. "I- I'll give you anything. Money! I- I can get you money..."

"Oh, Tom," Homewrecker growled, the hefty-gutted raccoon grumbling as he stepped away from the camera to address his captive. "You don't seem to get it, do you. You're not going to be leaving this basement. At least not in any way that's recognizable."

"Fuck, I love when he gets to the terror talk," Arthur huffed, his beer can thick shaft starting to swell in his paw as he watched Homewrecker gently rub along the middle aged canine's cheek, scruffing his stubby claws against the wolf's salt-and-pepper muzzle.

"You should smile more, meatpup," the procyon crooned, turning his captive's head to stare into the lens of the camera, the unblinking recording light piercing into his soul like a laser beam. "You won't have the opportunity much longer."

"N- No, no no no no, pleaaaaase..." Tom whimpered, unable to shake his head as Homewrecker tightened his grip on the canine's jawline. "I don't... I can't... You can't... I have a family..."

"Mmmm, you do, don't you? Let's talk about them."

"Please I- I have a wife... I have two kids."

"Vanessa, Jayden and Darrell," the raccoon rumbled, the sudden name drop causing the wolf to cock his eyes up towards his captor in momentary confusion. "One's in high school, one's in kindergarten. Isn't that right?" A wry smirk crawled across Homewrecker's face as he felt the wolf's pulse leap underneath his paws.

"Ho- How did you... did you know...?"

"Why don't you look at the camera for me, meatpup," the raccoon whispered, stepping around behind the wolf's body until he was behind the awkwardly bound canine. Casually nestling his muzzle up against Tom's shoulder, Homewrecker used his snout to point the wolf's attention towards the unfeeling eye of the camera. "And why don't you tell them both goodbye for me."

"Wh- What do... do you mean...?" Tears began to fill in the wolf's eyes as he tried not to think about what those words meant.

"Or don't. You can do whatever you want, meatpup. You can beg me to spare your pathetic life? You can curse me out on camera, or maybe curse out the whole chat who's watching you sweat right now?" Turning his gaze off to the side, ostensibly where a laptop computer was sitting on a side bench, the raccoon added, "Looks like eighty-seven viewers right now, and climbing."

"Please..." The wolf whimpered, eyes darting to the computer screen where he could see a popup message plaster over the screen, read aloud by an automated voice.

"Buck Hunter Tier Patron BearInTheWoods69 gave $5: 'Gratz on the promotion Tom. You'll do great in your new job as racc pudge.' " The raccoon just chuckled, licking his chops softly as the gravity and terror of his situation sunk in.

"Please..." Tom whimpered, the middle-aged wolf shaking his head in disbelief. "Please don't do this to me... Not like this, not... Not like this..."

"Tick-tock, family man. If you don't want your wife and kids to see you blubbering, you might want to buck up and say one last word..." Whispering softly into the canine's ear, the raccoon growled. "Either way, there'll be a CD with your final words on it in their mailbox."

Pursing his muzzle, the tear-streaked canine turned his gaze straight into the camera lens, his broken expression and heavy eyes trying to keep from breaking the last shred of his sanity. "J- Jayden..." As the raccoon stood up from behind the chair, stretching his arms and clicking his jaw in preparation for what would happen, he gave the family man one last word. "You... You need to be strong... for your mother, and for Darrell... Oh-okay...? And Darrell, I... I want you to know your daddy l- loves you..." Swallowing, the wolf suppressed a sobbing whimper as he sheepishly turned his eyes away from the camera. "I'm sorry, Vanny... I didn't... I never should have... fucked around... on you..."

"What a brave man," the raccoon grinned, happy to see the chat pinging wildly with comments calling for the canine's vicious end. "Most won't ever admit they fucked up... Almost a shame," the Procyon hissed, planting a heavy paw down under Tom's shoulders before giving a firm upwards yank. In one greedy motion, the raccoon crammed the fatherly wolf firmly into his wide-open jaws, the tear-filled canine's pleas quieted down as his muzzle jammed up into Homewrecker's gullet.

Stadler and Arthur watched in rapt and bated breath as the canine kicked his bound legs, the wolf struggling to escape as he thrashed on camera. Homewrecker might have bitten off more than he could chew too, the beastly raccoon taking a moment to adjust his paws before slamming his muzzle down harder around Tom's head. In a flash, the wolf's neck and much of his upper shoulders disappeared into the thick-gutted raccoon's throat, an obscene bulge squeezing out his neck as the fatherly canine took the long slide down to his own personal death chamber.

Huffing under his breath, Arthur growled with a deep, rich lust as he fondled his cock, pawtips teasing the sensitive flesh of his shaft as he watched the no-good cheater get exactly what was coming to him. All the while, Stadler was trying, and failing, to keep from touching himself, eyes glued to the livestream as the wolf's chest and belly were slowly, methodically swallowed by the powerful omnivore. Somewhere along the line, Tom's kicking had knocked over the chair he was sitting on. This uncoordinated bid for freedom only aided Homewrecker's relentless swallowing, making it easier for him to wrap his jaws around the older man without having to kink his neck into an awkward position. Planting both paws on the canine's rump, Homewrecker rumbled coldly as he jammed the fatherly canine into his maw, working to subdue the last few feet of finely aged wolf-meat. Squeezed by the raccoon's taught and pulsing throat, Tom found himself unable to take in more than a shallow breath, his kicks and moaning cries ebbing away to feeble little flutters.

That was, until the canine's snout punched through his predator's sphincter and the foul air inside Homewrecker's gut filled the canine's lungs with fetid, acid-tinted breath. Two meaty wolf paws twitched and kicked outside of the raccoon's mouth. The burst of energy caused the father's succulent toes to splay and clench in mad panic as their last moments touching the outside world faded away in one final gulp. Exhausted, resting on his back in the middle of the cold, concrete-floored basement, the hunter let out a final, thick belch, giving his stomach a pat as he allowed his prize to curl up and settle inside.

"Oooof... you're gonna be a talker, aren't you?" Homewrecker said at last, grunting to himself as he rubbed his taught, rounded paunch. Rolling over onto his arms and legs the splash screen overlay flashed with a few words:

Name: Thomas McMartin

Age: 46 y/o

Sexuality: Straight (he swears)

Spouse: Wife (24 year marriage)

Kids: 1 HS, 1 K

Time Hunted: 65 Days, 14 hours, 21 minutes

Expired: 00.00.32

The new line added to the bottom of his biography was a timer, counting up the seconds that the wolf struggled in the roiling acid of his predator's gut. Stepping off screen momentarily, the waddling raccoon found a spare microphone on the side table. Stepping back into view of the camera, he pressed the sensitive equipment right up to his gut, causing a ghostly, agonized wailing to echo from Arthur's big screen TV.

"No! NO NO please!" Tom's distant, muffled voice screamed as Homewrecker manipulated the microphone against his swollen gut. "PLEASE it... It tingles! I- I want out! Out!"

"That's all we got time for today," the raccoon growled into the camera lens. "But hey, if you're a subscriber on Patreon, stick around for the after-chat. I'll be here answering questions while we count down the hours Tom's got left. Y'know what, I'll even break out the ultrasound machine - that sounds like fun, not got some good images of a melting meal in a while. So check your email Patrons for the link and otherwise see you on the next hunt!"

As the stream flashed to black, Stadler blushed as he turned his gaze to Arthur. The big bear somehow managed not to cum, this whole time; his fingers were still utterly sticky with fresh pre as he teased the length of his fat shaft. "Did..." the little cross fox stammered at last. "Did that just happen on camera?"

"Yup. That's one dead daddy," Arthur chuckled, licking his chops as he flicked out his phone. "So... you wanna go back to your space game? Or wanna put the private Patreon stream up and listen to him suffer? Either way, gonna need that throat of yours to," Arthur grinned, pointing down to his throbbing cock, "...take care of something for me."

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