FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

Tired and stressed like who knows what, needed to write something to get my mind off things. Enjoy the randomness that is my mind.

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Br!ck sighed as he dismissed the message from H4$h, she had sent another urgent message about a faulty parts recall, parts she may or may not have installed in him during his last upgrade. The large white Pitbull stood up and looked at himself in the full-length mirror, watching the data read outs scroll in his peripheral vision while he ran a self-diagnostic, but nothing came up red.

Raising his arms up beside him, curling his fists in towards his head as if flexing for a body builders tournament, Br!ck flexed the armour plating shaped to look like natural muscle as he inspected the hydraulics housed within which gave him his super strength, but again he didn't see any cause for alarm there either.

Finally, he stripped out of his cammo-patterned baggy pants to reveal his cybernetic legs, once more flexing the armour plating shaped like muscle to expose the hydraulics and coils within which gave him unnatural speed and jumping ability. Same as his arms however, there were no leaks or any other outward signs to be concerned.

"Ain't nothing wrong with me, H4$h. Think you're barking up the wrong tree" the Pitbull shot back a reply on his internal communication processor.

"Let me guess, you flexed your arms and stretched your legs...it's not in there, dumbass, but it can affect them. I need to take you offline and run some deep diagnostics" she replied back instantly.

"How urgent is it, got a date with a hot piece of ass tonight" Br!ck responded.

"Depends how much you like breathing" H4$h replied in her usual sarcasm font.

"Dammit, she sure knows how to pick the worst fucken times..." Br!ck sighed, slipping back into his pants and deciding to head over to H4$h's chop shop sooner rather than later. With any luck, she'd be done with him in time for his date; he sorely needed to get laid.

Within the hour, Br!ck was laid back on H4$h's workbench and hooked up to the harness while she detached his arms. His legs stood almost comically beside the workbench as a small droid polished them to a glistening metallic chrome sheen. The Pitbull watching with only mild curiosity as the mostly organic slender black jackal worked quickly and quietly, the fact he was just a torso on her table not bothering him in the slightest, he'd spend so much time on her workbench by now it may as well have been his second home. H4$h was good at what she did, despite her lack of augmentations that most mechanics often had, more than good. No one could overclock and tweak as good as her, it's why he trusted her so much and she'd never led him astray before.

"Did you have to remove my arms for this? Afraid I'm going to grope your ass in my sleep or something?" Br!ck joked with the jackal.

"I wish, but no. Just in case I tweak something I shouldn't accidentally while you're under, don't want your gorilla grip around my throat. Otherwise, neither one of us will wake up from that" She replied dismissively while she tapped a few keys on her remote terminal. "You're going to feel a..."

"Slight pinch, yeah yeah. You say that every tiiiiiiimmmmeeee..." Br!ck cut her off, his speech slurring and slowing until his eyes rolled into the back of his head as H4$h took him offline.

"Goodnight, sweet prince..." H4$h monologued to no one in particular as she reached out with a pen from her pocket to tuck Br!ck's tongue back into his open mouth. Slowly she circled the large well-built canine, poking and prodding at him with her pen to check certain spots and confirm he was well and truly offline. Putting the pen back in her lab coat pocket, H4$h set her remote terminal aside on a nearby table before returning to the workbench.

With an almost adolescent glee, she began running her slender fingers along Br!ck's bare chest, tracing the tribal tattoos inscribed on his flesh and fur alike. She loved the feeling of his real body; she wondered what his real arms would've felt like hugging and holding her. Wondered what his warm touch against her cheek would've felt like, if only he still had his natural hands. Slowly her fingers began to descend lower, lightly brushing over and tracing the well-defined bumps of his abdominals, along to the lines at his hips which led the way down to his groin.

She always struggled not to stare when he stripped in front of her so carelessly whenever he came in for his upgrades. She'd seen it dozens of times before, so often in fact she knew it's every contour, every curve and dip. It haunted her dreams; she saw it whenever she damned well closed her eyes. But here it was, bare and exposed before her, with nothing stopping her from doing as she wished with it.

With a final glance up at Br!ck to confirm he was still asleep, her fingers brushed down across the length of his thick and heavy sheath. Wrapping about the girth with a gentle curious squeeze, H4$h gasped at how it throbbed and pulsed in her grip, feeling so alive and virile. The more she lightly touched and stroked at it, the bigger it seemed to get until Br!ck's pointed red tip began to emerge. Even though she was in her own workshop and knew it was secure from outside monitoring, the jackal couldn't help but feel like someone was watching her do all this to the unconscious Pitbull. Slowly she leaned forward, taking a little whiff of his male scent directly from the source, H4$h groaned as his musk hit her senses and was even better than she imagined.

Her soft pink tongue reached out to slowly draw up across his full and heavy orbs, with no legs to protect them, she had full access to them too. Dragging her tongue up from his sack, she traced its tip along Br!ck's sheath and further to his bare hot flesh. With a hand cupping his large orbs in her palm, H4$h began to gently roll and caress them as she wrapped her lips about his pointed tip. With her lips pressed to the fuzzy opening of his sheath, she let Br!ck grow steadily into her maw; but he was a lot bigger than she was counting on. By the time he was hitting the back of her muzzle, he still hadn't even popped his knot from his sheath yet.

"Damn you're a big fucker..." H4$h panted, finally giving up and pulling her mouth off of him. She'd told herself she wouldn't do more than taste him, but that was until she saw him in all his glory. Even grasping his shaft in both her hands, there was still a good couple of inches not covered by her fingers. Again, she looked around as it felt like someone was watching her, the specter of guilt standing right over her shoulder, but they were still alone in her workshop.

Steeling her nerves, the jackal slipped out of her own clothing before climbing up onto the workbench and straddling Br!ck's broad waist. She was barely half his size, even when he was just a damned torso.

H4$h shuddered when she felt Br!ck's pilar of flesh rub between the taut curves of her buttocks, staring at his handsome face as she began to wiggle and rub herself back against him. She imagined him awake and smiling at her as she did this, imagining him caressing her face or touching her small pert dark furred breasts while admiring her anubian beauty. Raising her hips up slowly, she reached beneath herself to grasp his stiffness. H4$h tugged his tip forward and between the slightly pouting folds of her womanhood before she pressed back a little onto him. Wincing as she felt his broad tip catch in her opening, already starting to stretch her more than she'd even been before and he wasn't even inside her properly yet. With a deep breath she began to press herself back onto him, riding that fine line between pleasure and pain as she carefully inched Br!ck's cunt wrecker inside herself. The jackal couldn't help but whine as his cock felt like it went on forever, threatening to rearrange her internals as it went. Even when she felt him bump up against her inner barrier, she reached beneath herself and brushed her fingers backward along his length in search of his knot, the damned thing was still a couple inches outside of her and she was already at her limit.

As it was, H4$h felt obscenely stretched around Br!ck's thick cock, mumbling a crude "Fuck" as she tried to pull off him and felt every throbbing vein along what she had managed to take inside herself rub against her frayed nerves. There was an edge of pain to being so stretched, but every mere millimetre shifting about inside her brought immense pleasure like she had never felt before. With her dull claws digging into his sides for purchase and leverage, poking between his ribs almost hard enough to pierce his thick hide, H4$h began to ride Br!ck slowly. Suddenly she was thankful they were alone, even more so that she was alone with him, what with the lewd noises and groans she was making like she'd only ever heard on the most hardcore of holovids. Even as her first climax ripped through her like a hurricane, she didn't stop; not caring that his pointed tip was battering roughly against her inner barrier or how sore she would be later because of it. She wanted more, needed more of him, pushing herself until her hips and thighs burned in anger at being pushed so hard. The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming as the jackal cried out and collapsed atop the Pitbull's broad chest, her body quaking and shivering like a junkie in withdrawal; until sleep claimed her.

H4$h awoke with a start, feeling tired and sore. As she raised her head and looked up, she saw the still offline Br!ck laying beneath her. With the slightest movement of her hips, she felt him too, still buried inside her. Only when she tried to lift off him, she felt an odd warm stickiness inside herself, looking down at her inner thighs as she sat up in his lap, she noticed a fair bit of fluid around her crotch and his. The analytical side of her at first worried she'd ruptured a hydraulic hose, but then she caught the scent drifting up to her nose. Dabbing her fingers in the mess, she brought them to her lips before she tasted it curiously.

"Cum..." She mused softly to herself, until a stark realization hit her. "Oh fuck, he came inside me...should've just stuck him up my ass like he's always joking about" the jackal groaned to herself before she hopped off of the workbench and began to clean first herself up, then Br!ck soon after to try hide the evidence of what she had done.

"That's the most relaxed I've ever felt after one of these sessions, doc. We should do that again sometime!" Br!ck joked as he flexed his arms and legs once they were reattached a couple of hours after he'd first laid down on the workbench, still with time to spare to make his date.

"Sure, I'm happy to make it part of your usual check-up routine if you're okay with that?" She replied with a smile, briefly lowering her gaze to his crotch without him noticing.