FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"That'll be fifty credits. You must love your bot to go to such lengths." Messing with his translation collar and clearing his throat with a resonant croak, the shopkeeper smoothed back his spines, his rough, scaly skin sounding like paper rustling in the wind against his claws. Swiping Conrad's credit chip with practiced talons, he waited for his holo screen to flash green, then gingerly pressed a box into Conrad's paw. Grinning to show far too many rows of teeth, he continued as the boar slipped the box into his pocket. "You know, for that price, Xeno girls will suck you so clean that you forget you have a dick. Hope the bot's worth it."

Ignoring the perverted alien's quip, Conrad turned to walk away, making his way through the bustling bazaar. He didn't have time to waste on idle chit-chat. His ship would be leaving the dock in less than an hour, and he knew better than to attempt to rush. Strangers with too many limbs, sticky fingers, and hatred for off-worlders were always looking to lift what they could from unguarded pockets, and Conrad couldn't easily replace his purchase. A month's salary was a small price for what he had in mind.

Winding his way through the crowds, Conrad finally reached his ship, pushing his way past shipmates in the crowded corridors and sliding into his quarters. A cramped space greeted him, no more than a twenty-foot cube with a bed, really, and a padded chair with wheels to let him watch holo-vision. What made the place home, though, wasn't the furniture.

"Good evening, master." His voice soft and pretty but undeniably masculine, Mallow greeted Conrad, his pale pink body jiggling as he stood from the chair and crossed the short distance between them. Affectionate as ever, he wrapped silken artificial flesh around Conrad in a nuzzling hug, his nakedness on display. Not that there was much for him to cover up since Conrad never bothered to buy genital add-ons. Soft and pink like a jiggly amalgamation of bubblegum, he had no bones or metal to support his body. Still, he maintained a reptilian, dragon-like form, without teeth or scales, aided by technology that Conrad could barely understand but appreciated for its pillowy softness.

Of course, Mallow's affection was as artificial as his body. Hollow and expressionless, his voice didn't match his warm gestures, and his gaze held nothing but an attentive, robotic fixation brought on by his subservient programming. Its baseline function couldn't create a personality, though Conrad always hoped his ever-present companion would show signs of the love and affection Conrad felt for him.

"Mallow, we've been over this. I would prefer it if you called me Con." Arms around the warm creature and fingers stroking over Mallow's namesake, his pale pink flesh that deformed like a soft marshmallow under the slightest pressure and cradled Conrad's furry paws, the boar looked fondly into those shimmering seafoam eyes. Pressing a kiss to the pleasure bot's nose, he sagged back into the chair, pulling Mallow with him and roaming his paws lower to cradle the bot's rump. Though Mallow couldn't feel pleasure, he liked to think that the bot noticed how gently he treated him and appreciated it.

"I'm detecting sexual excitement. Do you wish to use me?" Without shame, Mallow lifted his featureless, rounded tail, letting Conrad's fingers roam over a puffy donut beneath it. Featureless crotch pressed against Conrad's groin, he wiggled enticingly, his toothless maw barely open and inches from Conrad's as though he wanted a kiss. Every movement, rehearsed and designed to ignite Conrad's passion as it was, oozing artificial affection. Though soon, it may not be as programmed.

"Mallow. There's something new I'd like to try today. Could you please open your auxiliary port?" Tracing slow circles over that pillowy rear entrance, Conrad smiled at the bot reassuringly, his suit tented and his trapped cock begging to touch the featureless mound grinding against it. It wasn't time yet, though. He could wait to test out Mallow's new features. "I've bought you an upgrade that I think you'll like."

Tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy, Mallow gripped Conrad's chest, his eyes blinking in a facsimile of confusion. "Yes, Con. However, it does not matter whether I enjoy our activities. I am incapable of feeling anything." His movements stilling, the robot's head opened, revealing the only metal piece in his welcoming body. Most of his expansion slots were empty, with nothing but the sexual acts chip installed, but that was about to change.

Carefully reaching into his pocket, his free paw steadying Mallow's body, Conrad retrieved his purchase, opening the box to reveal a bundle of expansion cards. One by one, he filled the empty spaces until Mallow's once empty head had no more room, then he gently closed the panel. Now he only had to wait for the new additions to connect to Mallow's internal hardware. If this worked, his fondest wishes would come true.

Staring into space, Mallow took longer to respond before his eyes returned to their glowing green state. Blinking as though waking from a long sleep, he shifted on Conrad's lap, letting out a surprised squeak. "M-My sensors seem to be malfunctioning, sir. H-Have you installed faulty parts?" Embarrassment entered his stoic, robotic tone as his smooth groin squished against Conrad's erection again, sending a shudder through his yielding body. Looking down with a surprised blink, he experimentally pushed his featureless mound forward, a groan vibrating through his throat.

"No, nothing like that. It's an upgrade. I felt selfish knowing you couldn't feel anything while you tended to my needs." Reaching out to cup the squishy bot's cheek, he drew the vaguely reptilian muzzle toward him. "I'm afraid I settled for one-dimensional upgrades for sensation, but I splurged on personality." Leaning in, he demonstrated Mallow's new capabilities, slipping his tongue past quivering lips and holding him steady as he traced slow circles over the inside of that toothless mouth, savoring the sweet drip of Mallow's saliva. He'd kissed the bot before, but now it felt much more meaningful, and from the first touch of his lips, he could feel a response and a quiver as though Mallow felt the same pleasant sensation as Conrad.

"O-Oh. Is it supposed to feel so good?" Wonderfully naive, like a blushing virgin, Mallow whispered, his lips glazed with the mix of his sugary fluids and Conrad's drool. For once, it seemed like desire consumed him, his hips pushing forward to grind his smooth bulge against Conrad's cock in an aggressive rhythm. Unlike his robotic enticement, his behavior was wanton and passionate, with a greedy undertone demanding more sensation.

"This is just a taste." Slipping his thumb past Mallow's lips, Conrad unzipped his suit, carefully peeling it back until his freed cock flopped onto Mallow's stomach, his arousal dribbling to coat pink flesh. Peeling back his foreskin, he pressed against the bot's sensitive bulge, delighting in his confused moans as slippery flesh deformed the featureless mound, squishing it like a pleasure button. "Let's see how you feel with something bigger in your mouth."

Staring up at Conrad as though he were the center of the universe, Mallow slipped off of his lap, sliding down until his face met Conrad's masculine appendage. As he'd done hundreds of times before, he let his soft tongue slide free, rolling it along the underside of Conrad's cock. This time, however, he let out a satisfied groan, his eyes rolling up as he tasted the tip of Conrad's cock, lips rolling against it in a worshipful kiss.

"That's it. Take it slow. Those new implants should have rewired your sensors." Feeding his cock past those trembling lips, Conrad slid to the hilt, massaging trembling pink cheeks. Licking his tusks as he watched Mallow adjust to the new sensation, he pushed forward, delighting in the muffled sound of pure need. Thrusting experimentally, Conrad closed his eyes, settling into a slow rhythm that brought vibrating groans from Mallow's stuffed maw. Already he felt the upgrades were the best purchase he'd ever made as the usually quiet robot slurped and moaned like a greedy whore, growing more high-pitched and desperate with every thrust. While it was a strange concept, the salesman assured him that Mallow would be able to orgasm from repeated sensory input, so even oral should drive him wild.

Finally, with a mewl, the robot shuddered, his maw tightening and a rush of lubrication dripping down Conrad's cock. Going still, Mallow looked panicked as sensation washed over him, a low moan voicing his pleasure as he went limp, his nose pressing against the base of the boar's cock. Nursing gently and shivering through what Conrad could only guess was an orgasm, his inner softness welcomed the throb of Conrad's cock, his unfocused eyes returning to their usual placement after a moment wandering in opposite directions. Withdrawing slowly, he stroked the boar's cock, his maw hanging open. "M-Con, w-what was that? It felt like I was short-circuiting."

"That was how you make me feel whenever I cum inside you." Smearing his glistening cock over the bot's lips, Conrad milked a long string of pre to mark his nose. "Doesn't that feel nice? Like you want to do it again?" Rolling his tip over those parted lips, he prodded his shaft inward, taking hold of Mallow's delicate cheeks and sheathing himself without waiting for an answer.

Slow, deliberate thrusts silenced Mallow's words, working his sensitive throat with long strokes. Now that he was sure that the bot's pleasure sensors were working, Conrad could focus on his pleasure, ramming himself home and delighting in the vibration of desperate moans. While the sensation was the same as always, the noises wrung from Mallow's overwhelmed throat added another layer to Conrad's desire. Rather than just a wet hole to finish in, Mallow felt like a lover, and Conrad couldn't get enough of his sweet sounds of overwhelmed desire.

Feeling his finish fast approaching, Conrad bounced his balls off Mallow's pink chin, violating his throat with brutal thrusts and pinning the bot's unresisting face between his thighs. Just as his eyes unfocused, his slippery mouth gurgling with muffled approval, Conrad grunted his finish, his cock releasing a flood down Mallow's deliciously accommodating throat. Leaning back and humping lazily, he stared down at the bot with affection in his eyes, delighting in the suction drawing his load into the pleasure bot's fluid recyclers.

Following Conrad's cock as it softened and retreated, Mallow whimpered, his tongue lapping at the underside in a desperate bid to entice Conrad into another round. When the boar's shaft finally flopped from his lips, he smeared his face against it, staring up at him with wonder in his eyes. "Can we do that again, please?" He asked, his upgraded personality shining through. Pretty pink lips smothered Conrad's balls in kisses, his tongue rolling out to clean dribbling seed from the tip.

"I'd love to, but you know I need a few moments to recover." Running his fingers along Mallow's cheeks and smiling down at him as he rubbed against furred fingers, desperate to please, Conrad stretched, guiding the bot to his feet. "There's something else I've been waiting to do since I found out I could upgrade you, you know." Standing and meeting Mallow's squishy, shapely body with a gentle hug, the boar petted down his yielding artificial flesh, taking the bot's tail in his paw. "I know this is silly, but could you describe how you feel about me?"

Reacting like a submissive fur, Mallow arched his back, his simulated breath coming in gentle pants, and lips parted. "Master makes me feel like my feet aren't touching the ground. My circuits feel like they won't stop firing, and my thoughts scramble at the slightest touch." In an attempt to gain more of Conrad's attention, he pressed forward, his squishy body smearing Conrad's cock against its marshmallowy softness.

"That's love, Mal." Rewarding the flustered bot with a gentle kiss, Conrad sat on the edge of the bed, cupping the smooth bulge inches from his face and squishing it around to hear Mallow's needy sounds. Lying down, he patted the bed, his auburn fur still mussed from his uniform.

"But, I shouldn't be able to feel emotions. Wouldn't it be easier for master if I stayed the way I was?" Tilting his head to the side, Mallow squeezed into the offered space, his silken fingers cupping the boar's manhood despite its stubborn softness. His expression was shy but filled with unfiltered desire as he licked his sticky lips, his rounded tail lifted.

"I want a lover, Mal. Not a sex toy." Fingers seeking the squishy creature's ass, Conrad teased that puffy hole as he nipped at Mallow's neck, his teeth digging into the pillowy material. There was nearly no resistance as his fingers slid in deep, aided by a slow trickle of Mallow's lubrication and custom tightness settings. Stretching and squishing those welcoming insides with four fingers buried to the hilt, he delighted in the moans he wrung from Mallow's open maw, turning his body so that his stomach pressed into the bed and his upturned ass was on display. "Don't you want to be mine?"

"Please, master. D-Don't stop." His rump sloppily slurping around Conrad's fingers, the desperate bot begged to be fucked, innards pulsing with the promise of a warm place to cum. Slick, sweet fluids dripped down Conrad's thrusting fingers, making a mess of that wobbling, welcoming ass, and the curve of Mallow's arched back begged for the boar's weight.

Maneuvering himself into position, Conrad squished his cock against that loose hole, admiring the contrast between bubblegum pink artificial flesh and his darker shaft before surging forward to claim Mallow's addictive, sloppy inner workings. Wrapping Mallow in a bear hug, he humped with impunity, filling the confined space with a symphony of wet slurps.

"Master~!" Something between a coo and begging erupted from the bot's lips, his blunted tail flopping uselessly to the side as he pressed back into every slap of the boar's balls. "Please, master. I-I love you. Don't stop." His maw open and tongue hanging out, he drooled to the bedding below, losing control as Conrad forced another orgasm from his weakly clutching hole.

Those three little words drove Conrad to new heights, his flat porcine nostrils flaring as he took hold of Mallow's tail, ramming himself home hard enough to make the bed beneath them creak. Without regard for the resilient bot's squished body, he rutted like a wild animal, feeling his heavy balls drawing up with each thrust. He didn't last long with the babbling bot's desperate pleas and whispered chant of 'I love you,' grunting his pleasure as he emptied himself into slick depths and collapsed on top of Mallow's pillowy body, pinning him beneath the boar's weight.

"Master?" Came Mallow's satisfied, panting voice from below, his head turning to look back at the still-humping boar. "Th-Thank you. W-Will you do it again?" Licking his lips, he pulsed his innards, squeezing the boar's fountaining cock. Insatiable in a way that only a machine could be, he wiggled his rump, bracing himself against the bed to push back and roll that pillowy donut against the base of the boar's cock.

Chuckling and nuzzling into Mallow's neck, Conrad patted his rump, his cock still stubbornly half-hard despite cumming moments before. "Alright. I'll keep going until I can't anymore." Yawning lazily, he pressed a kiss to the nape of Mallow's neck. "As long as you tell me how you feel again."

Without hesitation, Mallow nodded his head, eagerly repeating himself. "I love you, master!" Voice overflowing with affection and trailing off into an eager moan as Conrad thrust his renewed erection to the root, he lost himself to a new world of emotion and sensation.