FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"So, did you see that new show about dragons fighting over a throne?" Slipping off his shirt and shimmying out of his pants, Jeff took his seat in the next cubicle, spreading his legs for the webcam in front of him and placing his feet in stirrups. Testing the angle of the view, he shifted slightly, running a hand over his stomach and pulling over his personalized cart of sex toys, lube, and other essentials.

"Nah, I couldn't get over how often they flash tits. If I watch a tv show, I want to be drawn in by the plot, not grossed out." Joey waved as the anole's cubicle whooshed shut, blocking the outside world as he started his shift. Stripping his bare fur, he followed the anole's lead, though his cart only held various lubes. Unlike the anole, who focused more on voyeuristic pursuits, Joey was hands-on with his clients. A fact that brought in far more money and a more dedicated fanbase than Jeff's strip teases and toys.

"Hey there, big boys." Joey smiled for the camera, his knees pressed together to hide his groin and bare chest. Onscreen, a smaller version of himself smiled back, hands on his knees. "For those of you who've never met me, I'm Joey! I'm twenty-one, a wolf, and-" Spreading his legs and trailing his fingers down his grey-blue fur, he showed off a glistening electric-blue pussy, plump and swollen. "-despite this juicy pussy, I'm a man." Smirking as he flexed a bicep and tugged a nipple, showing off his gym-trained body, he let his finger dip into his pussy for a moment before bringing it to his lips and licking it clean.

Greetings scrolled by in his chatroom, alongside his price list, and small donations rolled in, ticking up his counter. It was always like this. The first few minutes drowned him in nickels and dimes before the curious crowd noticed his peculiarly specific list of available acts.

"Now now, boys. I'm flattered, but you'll get more bang for your buck if you pay attention." Taking his most important piece of equipment from its spot next to his computer, Joey held the Port-Tech ring up to the camera, wiggling it teasingly. "For the right price, you can get in on the fun. Who wants a chance with little ol' me?" As love letters scrolled by, he stuck his tongue out. "Oh, and I forgot to mention. I'm in heat. Wet, ready, and aching for someone to make me their bitch."

Lighting up the screen, one of the viewers tipped Joey 25 dollars, adding a surprisingly submissive message. "Please let me sniff your pussy, sir. I'll do anything you want. I need my nose buried in you. Please drown me!"

"Looks like we have our first lucky boy. The rest of you will have to wait your turn~." Already dripping with sweat from the booth's heating, Joey flicked the switch on the portal's side after accepting his viewer's connection request. "Since I love my viewers, why don't I throw in the full tour?" He teased as a black canine nose followed by an orange muzzle phased through the ring, wiggling expectantly.

Pressing a gentle kiss to the wiggling pad, Joey trailed the muzzle down his body, burying it between his pecs as he heard heavy huffing sniffs. "Such a greedy boy." Teasing the viewer, he guided the eager snuffling trail down his stomach, over his navel, then hovered it over his drooling spade. "This is what you want, isn't it?" Spreading his blue lips to show off the neon hole within, he kept the nearly hyperventilating muzzle inches away, relenting when he heard a desperate whimper from quivering lips.

Stuffing the slutty muzzle against his wet cunt, Joey sighed happily, grinding his clit over the flaring nostrils. Without regard for the viewer's ability to breathe, he used the muffled maw as a sex toy, humping forward to mash his swollen, heat-sensitive lips against the unknown man's lips. "Such an eager little pussy huffer. You're in luck. I'm so sensitive when I'm in heat, and I'm so close to finishing."

Taking a breathless moan as a desire to drown in his pussy juices, Joey smeared the eager muzzle over his cunt, grinding faster and faster. "Here it comes. You'll be smelling me for mmph- weeks." Pinning the muzzle between his thighs, he thrust as an eruption of pussy juice coated every inch of orange fur. It wasn't until submissive whimpers vibrated against his clit that he released the poor thing, showing off his handiwork in front of the webcam and giving the frantically huffing nose a gentle tap before he flicked the portal off, returning it to its owner.

"Oh my, you're all so orally focused today." Chuckling as he reopened bidding for his affections, Joey slowly fingered himself, reading through descriptions of all the dirty things his viewers wanted to do to him. He would fulfill any of their fantasies for the right price, but he wasn't some cheap whore; he was a trained professional. Pleasing his viewers was a job, first and foremost.

A cheery ping and a donation of a hundred dollars drew his eye, accompanied by another lewd description. "Make out with daddy. I want to shove my tongue down your throat, feel you drink my drool, and gag on it. I'll donate another hundred if you squirt while I tongue fuck your throat."

Eagerly accepting the request, Joey licked his lips and flicked the switch, turning the scaled muzzle that appeared toward the camera as a tongue long and wide enough to be considered a cock slipped from pillowy lips. "Wish me luck, boys. I might not be able to talk after this." Contemplating the massive tongue, he lamented that its owner didn't want to eat his pussy. He would happily sit on something so deliciously decadent.

Tilting his head to the side and opening his maw, Joey took on the challenge of the massive tongue, shuddering as it wiggled and explored his muzzle. Inches disappeared, with no end in sight before his lips reached the softness of his client's, his throat bulging with the massive length of the oral muscle. Like a slippery snake, the appendage invaded every inch of him, coaxing a wet slurp from his stretched muzzle.

Usually, Joey would have to act for his viewer's benefit in situations like this, but this viewer drew wet gags from the wolf's throat entirely on his own. A sloppy deluge of drool messed his fur with every mash of their lips, dripping down to Joey's chest, but that deep delving tongue didn't relent, plundering his throat with heavy thrusts and forcing wet blobs of saliva into his maw.

Slow thrusting fingers spread his cunt for the camera, schlicking through a growing drip of pussy juice. Squirming with growing desire, he tried to hold out, his increasingly desperate groans muffled by the client's mammoth tongue's speeding thrusts. Closing his eyes and mashing the disembodied muzzle against his lips, he humped his hips up, a glittering stream of pussy juice squirting high to splatter on his stomach and wet his fur.

Still, the tongue thrust deep, cutting off Joey's air supply and reducing his world to gulping drool and humping the air. It wasn't until darkness started to take over his vision that he pulled back, his muzzle smeared in dripping saliva and his tongue hanging out in heavy pants. Staring regretfully at the scaled muzzle, he watched that talented tongue lick soft lips clean before it disappeared, leaving the portal empty.

"Alright, boys. I need some dick. Who wants to make me their bitch?" Joey asked, spreading himself open and baring his clit to the camera, his neon pussy clutching the air hungrily. "Nothing's off the table. Ass, mouth, or pussy. Fuck, you can fuck my armpits as long as I can get a glaze of cum on my cunt."

Eyes widening, the wolf watched as a banner appeared in his chat. A donation larger than he'd ever seen popped up, accompanied by the jingle of a bell, and his jaw dropped as he mulled over the request. "100,000$. Let me fuck you, knot you, and pump my litter into you. Give me exclusive access to your pussy until you give birth, and I'll pay you 1000$ a day. I'll even take the pups off your hands."

"I- Um, h-hold on, boys." His stomach twisting in knots, Joey contemplated the offer. One thousand dollars a day for nine months. Nearly four hundred thousand dollars, all told. All he had to do was let someone fuck him every day while he grew a litter. He'd be stupid not to take this opportunity.

"Looks like most of you are out of luck. My pussy's spoken for." Still shaken by the generous offer, Joey watched the donation counter shoot up to six digits, flicking his portal on again. Hopefully, his client wasn't some needle-dicked premature ejaculator. If he was going to give up his pussy to someone, he wanted to at least orgasm.

"Holy Fuck. Daddy's hung!" Unintentionally referring to his client by the cutesie nickname, Joey didn't bother correcting himself, transfixed by the sheer size of the cock making its way through the portal. Easily fourteen inches of canine meat slapped wetly against his paws while a massive set of balls sagged, releasing a cloud of masculine pheromones that made Joey's head swim. Swallowing hard, all he could do was stare, turning the massive cock toward the camera. "Wish me luck, boys. If this is how I die, at least I'll die happy."

Unable to resist the heavy cock's scent, the wolf leaned in, burying his face in its massive balls and trailing his nose along the bloated length until the dripping tip slimed his lips. Smearing the pulsing shaft over his lips, Joey tasted the slippery gift with whorish glee, suckling for more. It wasn't until he felt the shaft heave, as if impatient, that he released his slurping grip, licking his lips and resting it between his pecs. "S-Sorry, daddy. I know you paid for pussy. That's what you'll get."

Slowly trailing the monster member down his body, Joey treated its fat underbelly to a teasing grind along his puffy spade, biting his lower lip as its dripping masculinity glazed his cunt. "God, it's so big. I could fit my arm more easily than this." He praised the cock's owner, shuddering as those breeder balls churned against his ass and the massive shaft showed its size against his abs, the tip nearly reaching his chest.

A sloppy pseudo-kiss nuzzled the cock's juicy tip against his exotic cunt, smearing their combined juices over it and threatening to pierce his clenching hole as he reached into his cart and grabbed a tube of silicone-based lube. Squirting the entirety of its contents over the massive cock and smearing it along the shaft with an apologetic look at the camera, he adjusted the legs of his chair, leaving him spread and vulnerable to the massive member. "Okay, Daddy. Time to get your money's worth."

Slowly, Joey slipped the slickened shaft over his entrance, slotting the pointed tip against his heat-swollen entrance and squirming at the delicious friction of the pulsing red cock's rock-hard shaft. Firm pressure spread him open, his stomach bulging with every added inch of cock, until he bottomed out, his puffy spade clamping in protest against the swelling knot still stubbornly outside of him.

Whimpering and placing a paw on his overstuffed stomach, the wolf widened his eyes as he felt the cock beginning to withdraw on its own. Slipping out until only the tip split his lips, the crimson shaft lurched forward, filling him in a steady rhythm. Speechless and overwhelmed by the heavy pounding thrusts, all he could do was hold the portal in shaking hands, his wagging tail sweeping against slapping balls.

"Oh god, Daddy! Make me your bitch!" Screaming his approval, Joey squirmed, meeting every squishing thrust with increasingly wet lips. Bruised pussy lips begged for the knot while his abused clit sang, slapped by its meaty thud, his orgasm rising with every increasingly brutal, cunt-busting thrust. Eventually, unable to hold back, he painted the stud's cock with a sprinkler of pussy juice, dripping down his balls to mess the seat below him.

Aided by the rush of wetness, the canine stud pressed forward, his massive knot squishing swollen pussy lips before a wet pop drove him home, trapping a flood of thick masculinity inside the thrashing wolf. Heavy bounces moved the bulge in Joey's stomach, swelling his abs outward into a pregnant-looking girth and locking the stud into place.

Letting go of the portal and marveling at the aggressive filling he received, Joey took a moment to gather his thoughts, twitching as he reached for his phone. Typing in the code for his portal underwear and sending it to the canine cock's owner through his stream's app, he tossed it to the side. When he got home, he would follow through on his promise, allowing his client access to his pussy twenty-four-seven, barring piss breaks. (If he wasn't into that.)

Heaving himself up to reach for his spare portal and connect it to his stream, he slipped it between his ass cheeks, snugly pressing its suction against his hole until it held itself in place. "A-Alright, boys. There's a knot in my pussy so big that I may never walk again, I'm probably pregnant, and it feels like my limbs have become jello." Sticking his tongue out and wiggling his hips, his legs still splayed and churning canine balls obscuring his hole, dripping with his orgasm. "Fifty bucks gets you five minutes with my asshole. Lick it, fuck me hard, sniff it, whatever you like. Join the queue~."

As the first donation rolled in and a gentle breeze caressed Joey's hole, followed by the slippery press of a blunted cock ramming home, he closed his eyes, clamping down with a whorish moan. Jackhammering thrusts pressed against the cock currently destroying his pussy through the thin barrier separating the two shafts, sending a unique sensation through his needy cunt.

Idly playing with his clit, his fingers barely fitting past his overstretched lips, he sighed happily, contemplating his swollen stomach. If his client wanted him to spend every day this full, he'd have to use some of his newfound wealth to enlist Jeff's help. Maybe he'd give him a discount if Joey let him use his ass.