FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Stepping up to the door, the manly buck sighs deeply saying, "This one better pay well for how big it is." Wearing a red flannel shirt and overalls, carrying some gardening equipment he knocks on the strangely plain door. He takes a moment to look around at the odd decor, wondering how the owner can get away with practically pornographic intention. He feels a slight kinship to the statues though, his round belly straining against the fabric of the flannel but being held in tightly by the jean overalls. Just like the plants he tends to, he wants to be as decent as possible whenever he can. He has nothing against sexual perversions or preferences, he just likes to keep a certain image of himself. He keeps his antlers trimmed to a moderate size and keeps a warm smile, in case the client has children.

The door swings open as he contemplates, to a dark hallway and a cute, chubby tanuki wearing nothing but a jockstrap and nipple clamps. He bows and gestures saying, "Welcum to the manor. We have been expecting you." The buck snorts, knowing that, in fact, they should be expecting him. They were the ones that called and asked for his services. Warily eyeing the lightly dressed boy, he takes a few steps in and the door swings closed behind him. "Please, follow me," the boy says and jauntily saunters down the carpet. Several doors later they arrive at a rather ornate door. It's green with golden embroidery lining the frame, completely different from every other door in the place they passed by. Opening the door slowly the attendant says, "This is the greenhouse we need you for. I hope Pilaf's Plant Services is able to produce the results we need to keep it natural."

Pilaf is in awe when the door reveals the bright, bountiful landscape that probably shouldn't exist in a building like he just entered. At first, there's a plains biome, stretching for seemingly miles, and then looking around there's a jungle, and a deciduous forest, each within easy walking distance. How can they have so many different climates living together like this? The moment of shock and awe passes, and Pilaf finally turns to the boy and says with a grin, "You will soon find out just what kind of results I can produce." He steps inside, and the door is closed behind him.

According to the call he received, the jungle section has been seeing the death of a few plants and may need some new feed. First, he needs to figure out what plants are dying and what feed is best. As he walks to the forest, the climate changes noticeably quickly, getting a little warmer and more humid, but not stifling. It's a miracle that these plants can all survive in a multi-ecosystem location such as this. Pilaf isn't sure how far inside he walks, just admiring the flora and fauna without considering his job.

He runs into a dead end with a flower he doesn't really recognize. "Strange," he says to himself, "I should be an expert in all plants." He steps forward to get a better look. The flower petals are pointing straight up, almost like the flower has yet to open and fully bloom and are strangely fuzzy. They also seem to produce fruit that hang on the sides of the stem just below the petals, and they all only have two at most. The petals are a pinkish color and the fruits are a vibrant red, also with fuzz. Pilaf reaches down and touches the stem of the plant, noticing it's sturdy, but seems strong and won't snap even with a lot of force. He looks around and notices there are quite a few of these plants and some of them reach his own waist height (he himself is 5 ft 9 inches tall).

His hand slides up the stem and barely touches one of the fruit or seeds on the stem, and the flower petals pop open instantly releasing a large cloud of pollen directly in his face. Coughing, Pilaf stands up and retreats for a moment to catch his breath. "Well that's an interesting defense mechanism," he mutters to himself. Looking at the open flower, there is a protrusion with a very phallic shape in the center, and it's leaking a certain substance. The petals remained open for only a moment, before falling off. At first, Pilaf is afraid he's damaged the plant by triggering its defense mechanism, like a bee using its stinger and then dying afterwards. But the feeling quickly changes into something he didn't expect, arousal. While staring at the new shape of the flower, he's been absentmindedly groping his erect maleness through his overalls.

"So this plant is an aphrodisiac producer," Pilaf thinks to himself, still uncontrollably massaging his erection. Thinking he needs to wait for it to wear off, he sits down and starts attempting to sort through his equipment he brought, but the arousal just continues to grow. His mouth starts to get dry, so he pulls out his water bottle and takes a sip, but instantly spits it out. "That tastes horrible!" He throws the water bottle away in surprise, and then realizes what he's done, but the thirst remains and he's not sure what to do. He starts to feel a little light headed and feels like he really needs to drink something, so he stands up to get his water bottle again. He loses his balance, tipping over his feet and rolls into a bed of those flowers that he was sitting near. Five of them shoot off instantly, pollen covering the entire forest floor, and Pilaf takes a direct hit from all of it.

Instantly his body is on fire and itchy, and he practically claws at his clothes to get them off. It takes mere moments for him to be naked, his 8 inch dick out in the air, pulsing and leaking uncontrollably. But he can barely even focus on that with this extremely dry mouth and a thirst he's never experienced. He remembers how the flower was leaking a substance and instantly getting on his knees plunges his mouth on the phallic protrusion. The relief is instant as he bottoms out on the plant, the liquid being delivered straight into his throat, but then his mouth is dry again. He repositions himself so just the tip of the plant is in him, and then his throat feels dry, so he has to dive in again.

Pilaf isn't aware at the scene of him face fucking himself on a plant is being watched at the moment. All that matters is needing whatever this substance is, despite being bitter and salty. His dick is leaking profusely, almost like he's cumming non-stop, and the pleasure fuels a desire in him to keep going. And then the observers appear from the bushes, a large number of goblins. He doesn't even realize they're there until they come up and surround him, all showing off their own erect maleness. He looks around, but continues to focus on relieving himself with the flower wondering what's about to happen. The goblins all would be half his standing height, but at the moment, with Pilaf on his hands and knees, they look quite large, and their erections are deceivingly large for their size, averaging a length of 6 or 7 inches, thickness varying from the size of his thumb to beer cans.

A couple goblins reach down and grab his face, forcing him off of the flower causing him to cry out, "No, please! I need that, I'm so thir-!" Before he can finish the sentence, the goblin in front of him thrusts his cock inside of Pilaf's mouth, silencing him. At first, he wants to scream, but instead quickly starts moaning. The goblin cock is satisfying his thirst just like the plant, but strangely tastes even better. Now this hunky buck is face fucking himself on a goblin cock, and he starts to feel a new sensation. His ass has an itch. He reaches back to see if there is anything there, but it's just his ass. It starts to feel a lot like his mouth, if an ass could be thirsty, and he finds himself sticking a finger inside without really thinking. It helps, but it doesn't get rid of the feeling. His hand is smacked away from his ass, and he wants to turn and see what's happening, but he needs to focus on relieving his mouth's thirst.

Pilaf continues to thrust his face into the crotch of the goblin in front of him, his forehead bumping into the soft, cushioned underbelly as a foreign pressure appears in his ass. He's being mounted by a goblin! The creature's maleness starts to slide into the buck's hole, surprisingly easily, and he moans around the cock in his mouth. Finally the itch is gone, and it feels so good. He hasn't once paid any attention to his own dick, producing a waterfall of jizz that's falling into the flower bed, and he doesn't need to. He's already noticed that he gets all the constant pleasure of cumming as long as he sucks and services the cock in front of him.

The amount of time that passes is irrelevant to Pilaf at this moment. He doesn't know how many cocks he's tasted, how many have penetrated his needy ass, how much cum has flowed from his dick, but what he does know is how good it all feels. This is the last goblin in the group to take his face for a ride and once again Pilaf finds himself swallowing another hefty load. Tired, Pilaf is dropped to the ground, taking a moment to rest. The lustful cloud in his mind seems to start disappearing at last, and he feels like his dick might throb one last time... but the goblins have other plans. He opens his eyes and finds a new flower pointed directly in his face, and the petals open. A direct hit from a new cloud of pollen, and Pilaf finds himself willingly taking it in. He hears the goblins cackle as the buck starts humping the air and begging for more dick once again. Instead of obliging, the goblins get together to lift the large-bodied hunk and carry him off somewhere. As he's being whisked away, he looks back to see more of the flowers have grown, more vibrantly colored than before, and no sign of the copious amounts of cum he produced.

Unable to fight back against his captors, weak from exhaustion and overwhelming arousal, he is carried into a small village hidden in the jungle. They pass many goblin onlookers, many of them cackling, some of them flashing their erect maleness at the helpless captive, before they arrive and enter at a large hut. There are more of these flowers lining the entire perimeter of the room, and at the far end is a large chair or throne. Sitting there is a massive hobgoblin. Probably a standing height of 6 ft 7 inches, his body frame big and wide with muscular arms he might weigh 400 pounds or more. But most of all, his cock is more thick than Pilaf's forearm, and probably half the length, the tip barely hidden inside foreskin. The chief takes no precautions to hide his manhood, putting it on full display.

Thrown off the group of goblins, he lands on the ground at the feet of this behemoth. Pilaf moves up to his hands and knees, craning his neck up to get another look, and the mood of the man above him is complete disinterest. Pilaf feels like he needs to run and escape, but before he can make another move, two goblins point flowers in his face and once again directly nail him with pollen explosions. His mouth instantly becomes dry again, his thirst returning twofold, and the goblins retreat leaving only one more source for the desperate buck. He clambers up the throne and without a second thought latches his mouth onto the head of the chief and starts sucking. He struggles to get any more than just the tip inside his mouth, it's so big! He barely gets any relief with the tap source hidden just behind the foreskin. He has to try harder. Opening his mouth as wide as he possibly can... the cock starts sliding in.

For the first time, the chief looks down at his new toy in amusement. His large hand is placed on the back of Pilaf's head and starts pushing, urging the toy to take more of his manhood in. It's a slow process, not dissimilar to taking cock in the ass, but Pilaf starts learning to regulate his breathing and loosen his jaw further, until it hits the back of his throat. Even though there is still much more length to be had, the chief grunts in approval, finally seeing some promise. One moment, Pilaf thinks and wonders how he got into this position, and the next all he can think about is cock, as his owner grabs the antlers and forces his new toy to face fuck himself. Pilaf finally gets relief, the cock in his mouth leaking tasty cum into his mouth and throat, coating it with endless salty, bitter flavors. The more relief he feels, the more pleasure he receives. And the more pleasure he receives the more relief he feels. This endless cycle changes all thoughts he could possibly have to only this: This feels good and This feels right. Before long the chief no longer has to guide or force the slave. Willingly and gladly, Pilaf swallows as much of his master's cock as he can. He stares up at his king, waiting for any sign of pleasure to know he's doing his job correctly.

Sometimes the goblins come in and have their way with his ass, plunging their cocks in to satisfy themselves. They continually bombard the bucks face with pollen every once in a while to keep him producing cum like a faucet. They keep a bucket under him at all times, and take the bucket to the jungle to feed the flowers. And thus, this jungle ecosystem is in balance, once again.

Back in the mansion, Manfred pets the head of his tanuki attendant that is bobbing up and down in his lap. On the screen he watches as the goblins' new toy gets pounded by yet another cock, diligently serving his master. "I don't think we need to worry about the payment anymore," Manfred says. Louis the tanuki just moans in response, all too happy to just stay horny and happy for his daddy.