FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

I don't know what people will think when they read the begining, but all I can say is stick to it, by the end, I think you'll be happy.

** Chapter 1: Unfortunate Meeting**

My boss, Mr. Fergstein, slammed his coffee mug down, splashing some of the black liquid onto his desk. "Those reports were due three weeks ago!" he yelled. He gave me a stern look and said, "I want them by Friday, or so help me, your ass will be out of work!" He looked down on me, and I said meekly, " Yes sir." He put his mug down and said, no, yelled, "Good, now, get the HELL out of my office!" I knew better than to say something else, and darted out of the room. Some coworkers were listening in on the scolding and were looking at me. This wasn't the first time I had fallen behind on work, sadly enough. And this wasn't the first time I had gotten these looks from my peers.

I had regained my composition when I reached my office. I sat down at my desk and readjusted my tie. I finished as my assistant came in. He was a white wolf with brown hair. "Here are the riles you wanted sir," he said. I snatched the files from him, my bad mood still lingering. I looked at the wolf. Furfreaks we called them; they had been created via medical experiments with gene splicing some hundred years ago. Neither scientists nor society liked the outcome, so they were typically looked down upon. The only reason that this wolf had managed to make this position was because he was married to a human, so she could help boost him up.

Setting the files down on my desk, I said, "You can leave for the day." His ears perked up. "Thank you sir," he said as he left. Glad to be rid of the freak, I checked the time to see when MY day would end. I had about thirty minutes to go. Which was fine; just thirty more minutes until I could go home and play with my normal husky, whose name was Link. The thought made me smile; for a semi-successful business man, I was quite lonely, so he was my only company. I never was a ladies man. I checked the time again, and my clock flashed four. Yes! It was time to leave the horrid place.

I grabbed my coat, and quickly left. I quickly exited out of the building, tapping my foot on the elevator, and dashing down some stairs. I stepped out of the black, reflective building, only to find that snow had been falling for some time. I made my way to my car, trying my best to keep my shoes from getting wet. It took a while, but I made it to the parking garage which was inconveniently located across the building. I entered the oddly warm structure, and spotted my Spyder instantly. I hopped in, and turned the heater on. "Damn winter," I mumbled. I revved up the engine, and started heading home.

The downtown buildings were covered in a quilt of snow. The sidewalks held few people, but many furfreaks. Most I noticed had no clothing suitable for this kind of weather. Worked for me though, I figured that the more that froze to death the less nuisances the city had to worry about. I shrugged and looked at all the furs dying. One cat was getting arrested, and from what I could tell, he tried to steal a coat. Typical, I thought.

The drive home was shorter than I expected, which made me happy. I shuffled through the snow, up to my front door. My fingers were numb, so I had a little trouble with my key, but managed to get in. I shut and locked the door behind me, threw my briefcase down, and kicked off my shoes. Taking off my coat, I called Link. He shot into the room, and jumped up on me. "Someone missed me," I said, rubbing his silky coat.

I walked into my living room, and sat down on my tan couch, my dog soon joining me. He put his head down on my lap, went to sleep. I flipped on my television, and went to comedy central. I picked up Link's head and set it on the couch. He was a heavy sleeper. I smiled, and went into my kitchen to make some dinner.

Abbey walked through the bitter snow, her torn blanket providing little warmth. Her auburn fur was also no help, as it and her golden hair, were damp with snow. To other furs, she was a fox, but to humans, she was a furfreak, so little compassion was shown to her. She hated humans, no, she hated the world. It was a cruel world, with no space for her. She scowled as a human pushed her out of his way. Humans were so selfish and rude!

Her stomach growled as the snow grew thicker. She needed to find food and warmth soon, or she would not see another sunrise. She surveyed her surroundings; she was in a nice suburban neighborhood. There were plenty of houses to choose from, so she just picked a random one. She would perform the normal routine; break in, steal food, run away. The only problem was that she had already been caught once, and a second time would mean life incarceration. She approached her selected house, and started sneaking. Normally she would wait until night, but she needed food now.

I ate a frozen dinner, being too lazy to actually prepare something. I ate slowly, enjoying the program that was on. South park was one of my favorite shows. I soon finished, and after throwing away my tray, I went into my room to take a shower. But, I heard Link growling at something, which was unlike him. He was normally quiet and peaceful.

Abbey slipped into an unlocked window. The inside of the house was nice and toasty. She basked in the warmth as she looked around for the kitchen. She had little trouble finding it, and began raiding the pantry. She had just opened the door when she heard a dog, growling. She snapped around to face an angry husky. She attempted to shush the loud dog, but her attempts came to no avail. She needed to leave, fast. She turned to run, but felt a sharp pain, as her world faded to black.

I put down my guitar and examined what I had just hit. It was a red fox, a female at that. I sighed and grabbed some rope, binding her hands before calling the police. They said they were on their way, so I dragged it into my living room and sat down on my sofa, and waited.

Abbey soon awoke in a daze, a sharp pain pounding at the back of her head. She looked around, and jumped up. She tried to free herself of her restraints, but had no luck. Oh no, what if her raped her, she thought. She was terrified.

I saw the fox jump up and try to free herself. "Give up. You're not getting out, and the cops are on their way," I said calmly. She turned to me, terror dancing like a blue flame in her eyes. "P-Please, no, s-sir...I-I can't go b-back! Please! I-I've already gone once! P-Please, don't make me g-go back...I,I... I am sorry that I broke in, I was starving!" She pleaded. I ignored her, and was soon growing impatient with the police.

Soon, I got a knock on my door. It was the police, more specifically, my friend, Frank. "Hey Jack," He said, stepping into my home, "Where is she?" I pointed to the fox in my living room. "It's good to see you too. She's right there." He walked over to the trembling fox, whose eyes had grown tenfold.

"Please, sir, don't do this! Have a heart!" she cried. Ouch, that kind of touched me. But, I wanted her out; she smelled horrible. Frank grabbed her, and she burst into tears, as she was mercilessly dragged out to the car. I watched with little guilt as she was tossed into the car, and it sped off. Once it was gone, I shut and locked my door, and went to take my shower.

Abbey was devastated; this was it, she would be locked away for good. She sobbed as the cop threw her into his car, with complete disregard for her comfort. He climbed in, and they sped off to the station. Abbey was sure of it now, she was cursed.

I stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a brown towel to dry off. I slipped into my night pants, and found that something was bothering me. I couldn't quite tell what it was, but something was killing my good mood. I sighed and crawled under my sheets of my bed. I was exhausted for some reason.

The fox's last words echoed in my head. "Have a heart," I could hear. I was beginning to feel like a monster. She WAS very thin; she looked as if she hadn't eaten in weeks. No to mention the freezing temperature outside. I was feeling really bad now. In fact, I was up until about three in the morning.

Abbey was thrown into a cold, damp cell without food. The bars clinked shut, and she was trapped. She quietly curled up in a corner, sobbing, hoping for it all to end. How could that man do that to her? All she had wanted was some food. To throw a starving fur on the street was a horrible thing to do.

I woke up at an unusually early time. I still felt like shit for the day before, damn morals. And my lack of sleep coupled with guilt made me feel quite sick. I opened my computer and emailed my boss, telling him that I wouldn't be coming to work today, and went into my kitchen to make some breakfast.

I fixed some cereal, being once again too lazy to actually fix something. I at it as I thought about the poor fox. Maybe there was something I could do for her. I pondered the situation for a while, stirring my cereal around. Finally, I came to a solution. I could bribe Frank to let her out, and I could get her to her family. That would relive the guilt and keep her out of jail, so it was a win win. I finished my cereal, and got dressed. I would need to get there quickly.

I slipped on some pants and a shirt, and a coat, and departed for the station. It was still dark out, so I could do everything in privacy. Good. That would be helpful, I thought as I entered the parking for the police station. The large, imposing building was lit by outside lights, which helped me find the entrance. I walked in, and was hit with a wave of unhappiness. It was quite strange.

"Hey Jack, what're you doing here?" Frank asked. I walked up to him, and whispered into his ear what I wanted, and slipped a nice crisp Benjamin into his hand. He nodded, and led me to the cell in which the fox was kept. She was still sleeping when we got there. "Thanks," I said as Frank opened the cell. I picked her up, and carried her out to my car.

I set her down in the passenger seat, and buckled her in. I went around, and sat down. I shut the door, and the noise woke her up. "Whoa... where, wait, you," she said, still half asleep. "Morning," I said, pulling out of the parking lot. "Where do you live?" I asked. She stared at me, giving me either a sleepy or a sad look. "Well," I said, getting impatient.

"What do you want? Why do you want to know where I live," she asked coldly. "I want to know," I said, staying calm, "so that I can drop you off. And, I think you owe me a thank you for getting you out of jail." She looked at me sternly. "You sent me to jail, so I think you owe me and apology. As for where I live, well..." she trailed off. I waited for a response, and when I got none, I said, "Where. Do. You. Live?!"

She sighed, and shook her head. "I... I don't have a home. I used to, but my parents barely made enough money to buy bread. And last winter, we didn't have a way to feed ourselves because my father was fired from his job. We also had no heat source, so my parents... they froze. I'm alive only because I'm a thief." Tears began flowing, but her face seemed to remain neutral.

When I heard this, I was hit with a huge wave of guilt. What I had done to her was horrible, considering her situation. I looked her over. She was torn, bruised, and beat by an unforgiving world, and I was just now realizing how cruel we humans are. "Look," I said softly, "You can stay with me for a while." She looked at me coldly.

"I don't think you really care, just a guilty conscious," She said, turning to face the window. I sighed, perhaps she was right. I thought it over as I drove on in the early morning. I suppose that it could have been a combination of guilt and genuine empathy. But, I wasn't about to kick her out into the street.

We soon reached my house, and I got out and helped the fox out. She followed me up to the house, and I unlocked the door and held it for her. Instead of saying thank you, however, she darted over to the filthy blanket that she had the day before. I had accidentally left it on the floor. She hugged it tight, like it was the dearest thing to her. "Why is it so important?" I asked as I shut the door.

"My mom made it for me, last winter... It's all I have to remember them by," she said sadly. "Hey," I said, walking over to her, "How about you go take a shower. You'll feel better." I couldn't listen to her anymore, it was too upsetting for me. "It's in my room, you'll find it," I said, pointing to my room. She nodded and thanked me, and left. I picked up the foul smelling blanket and brought it into my laundry room.

Abbey was feeling good as she stepped into the shower. This human seemed mean at first, but she could see he had some good in him. She picked up the shampoo and lathered her fur. It felt great to be rid of the filth, but it stung horribly. She was bruised and cut everywhere, and she could see them all clearly now. Some of them were pretty bad.

I put the thing in my washing machine and walked into my living room to watch some T.V. I heard the water start, and waited.

About two hours later, I heard the water stop. The fox walked out, dried but nude. My eyes widened as I saw her. She was beautiful. Her fur shone in the light, and was nice and sleek. Her white stomach contrasted her deep auburn fur, and her blue eyes had a nice, glossy shine. Her wet blond hair went halfway down her back, and added more color to her body. Her large breasts were a huge turn on, and she had a nice, small, and surprisingly well kept patch of black pubic hair. She was gorgeous.

She came and sat down beside me, and rested her head on my shoulder. "You hungry?" I asked. She shook her head, and said, "Actually, I'm just tired." "Well, I don't have more than one bed, but you're welcome in it," I said. I owed her one. "That's nice of you," She yawned.

I stood up and motioned her to follow me. She did, and I led her to my bed. She jumped onto it, crawling under the covers quickly. I, on the other hand, took my time slipping into bed. I was still tired, but she must have been exhausted. I turned off my light, and slipped out of my shirt. I tossed it into a corner, and laid down.

"I'm Abbey. You're Jack, right?" She asked, snuggling up to me. "Yeah. Abbey's a nice name," I said tenderly. It felt good to snuggle with someone, even under such odd circumstances. I enjoyed the moment before allowing myself to fall into a comfortable sleep.