FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The sound of rain echoed through the symphony of the forest, taking over the few who couldn't find shelter from it. A lone Flareon that ran from tree to tree, trying to avoid as much of the cold water as possible, grumbling in his mind, was one of them. Lais, that was the name of this Pokemon, threw the most unflattering statements, looking at the heavy clouds that appeared from behind the branches of trees. He definitely should have known that luck wouldn't be on his side. But he still gave in to a false hope. The fire type glanced up at the sky once more before he sped up, continuing his mental torment.

• For five whole days you had fun there without spilling a drop of moisture, only to bring it down when I was in the middle of a walk, yes!? - the Pokemon lamented, even if it knew it was completely pointless.

However, he had a small consolation. He should have been close to the place of escape from this cold wetness by now. Lyse could even glimpse the silhouette of the building that was supposed to be covering him through the gaps in the canopy. And he was filled with a little joy that it was a good idea to believe a random vaporion enjoying this downpour. Although the fire Pokemon completely missed exactly how the water type talked about this place, and more importantly, the tone in which she spoke, describing the fact that there he would be able to warm up. Although no one would blame him for that omission.

When he reached the entrance to the building, Lyse stopped and looked behind the large glowing sign in front of him, telling him the name of the place, namely: "Café Plaisir". The Pokemon didn't look at her for long before moving inside, where it was a little startled by the energetic Lopanny's greeting, which made the hair on the back of its neck stand up for a few moments, until it pulled itself together and gave the rabbit its short greeting, after which it moved further into the interior.

To his surprise, instead of the expected counter and filling area with close-set tables, he walked along the red carpet and found a bar counter and a spacious bar. which made fire guy wonder for a second why this place was called a cafe, but he shook himself and put the mussels out of his mind as he headed for the counter.

• Hello, what can you suggest to warm up after a bad walk? - he asked lucario behind the bar as he climbed onto the bar stool with dignity.

Lucario paused for a moment to finish polishing another glass, then glanced at the customer in front of him, then took a quick look at the entrance to the cafe and turned his ears in his direction, listening, and then returned all his attention to Flareon, whose aura felt weakened, although there were almost no external signs of this.

• Hello there. Take a look at this. - battle type said politely, placing a menu open in front of the customer on a page dedicated to various warming drinks from combinations of various berries, juices, and other things.

• Yes. - Lyse answered briefly, then glanced at the menu offered to him. There were a dozen different drinks on display, some of which made him pause for a few seconds, which made it take a lot longer to choose what he wanted to order than he would have liked.

+Drink "Smoldering Coals" please. - fire Pokemon said, finally making up his mind. This drink seemed to him very tasty, if you look at the combination of berries, from which, in a little excitement, ot stood up on his hind legs and, to complete his words, also pointed at it with his front paw, smiling slightly.

• OK, one drink "Smoldering Coals". - lucario said, responding with a friendly smile to Flareon's actions and a small flick of his tail behind him. +If this is all you want to order, then you can choose any available seat in the hall and wait for it to be brought to you or... - the battle Pokemon spoke in a cheerful voice, until it made a short, almost imperceptible pause, during which its tail made a few movements a little faster, and its gaze went over the evolution a little more carefully,- ... you can stay here as long as you like. - he finished by returning to his original state, though his gaze was still fixed on the Pokemon in front of him.

• I'll find a seat in the hall, thank you very much. - after a brief moment of thought, Lais said, ignoring the subtle changes in the blue Pokemon in front of him. Turning his gaze to the lounge, looking for an empty seat, missing in that moment that the bartender's tail slowed down for a moment before returning to normal as Flareon jumped off the bar stool, giving an unintended and fleeting glimpse of his set before moving deeper into the bar area.

Lyse naturally didn't know and didn't see Lucario smirk at the sight before going back to work. He just continued on his way to one of the tables in the distance, maneuvering between various Pokemon, some of which were customers like himself, and others were waiters who were identified by an apron somewhere on their body. yes, it was somewhere, probably around the waist, although a furret running past him with a small apron somewhere in that place could not bring anything but a smile from Flareon. What the fire guy didn't notice were the glances, hip movements, and tail movements that were directed or made for him as he made his way to an empty table. Naturally, these were not only waiters, but also some customers.

Sitting down on a fairly simple but sturdy bench, the fiery orange Pokemon finally decided to pay attention to the surroundings and interior of the cafe-bar in which it was located, as well as its guests. The first thing he noticed was the simplicity and practicality of the interior and the materials used. Next up was its liveliness, despite the fact that it wasn't the most pleasant weather outside. And then he noticed that this "cafe" wasn't just for Pokemon, in the far corner he could see a group of people having fun being served by Maitiena, who was carrying a tray with their drinks and launches on her back with enviable skill. Then he caught sight of a pair of Nighttails, who, to his surprise, were cradling in their tails the waiter vulpix, who was bravely trying to extricate himself from the embrace of fur snakes, barely suppressing his laughter. After that, there were a couple of evolutions of Jolteon and Lifeon, who seemed to be waiting for someone, talking to each other and throwing strange glances at passing Pokemon. Lyce's gaze moved on before he realized that he thought their gazes were strange, turning it to Evie with Passimian and Rabut. Evie caught his gaze and returned it with a smile, while her friends were busy talking among themselves. Flareon looked away for a moment when he realized that he had been spotted, but then returned his gaze and smiled back, wagging his tail slightly.

• Your order, cocktail "Smoldering Coals". - a woman's voice suddenly rang out next to him with a note of excessive politeness, pulling Flareon away from Evie and making him almost jump in place, only stopping himself at the very last moment when his paws were already lifting his body off the bench.

Having exhaled and calmed down, the fire-orange Pokemon looked at the source of the voice that caught it off guard, and saw an impressive female Hound waitress who was putting his cocktail on the table, from which steam emanated. Flareon carefully examined the other fire type, belatedly realizing that he hadn't noticed her approach at all, which was probably not very polite of him. Houndum, on the other hand, finished with his drink and caught his scrutinizing gaze as she stood up a little more freely with a smirk on her face, clearly enjoying his belated attention to her.

• Sorry, I should have been more careful. - after some inspection of the waiter's fire Pokemon, Lyse said, realizing that he was looking at her longer than he should have, - Thank you for bringing my order. - he continued, standing up on his hind legs to wrap his forepaws around the large, wide bowl of his drink and push it closer to him, only to enjoy its warmth and smell for a couple of seconds, and then, first, briefly lick its filling, and then take the first sip. Feeling that hot liquid roll down his throat and into his stomach, only to start filling his body with the warmth he'd lost, trying not to let himself get wet. The first sip was followed by a second, third, until the orange Pokemon closed its eyes and enjoyed the subsequent ones, completely ignoring the fact that the female houndum hadn't gone anywhere, moreover, her gaze was riveted on the Pokemon enjoying the drink, only it wasn't directed at its face melting in pleasure. No. He would slip under the table where, in flareon's current pose, she had a good view of his equipment, which swayed seductively as his master shifted from paw to paw, savoring the taste of the drink. However, this only lasted until the hellhound realized that they had forgotten about it. At first, she thought it was a game to wind her up, but after a few more glances at the smaller Pokemon's face, and then at the bartender, who caught her eye and couldn't help but smile and shrug at her dumb question. She came to the conclusion that this was a rare customer. So the hound climbed up on the bench opposite Flareon and placed the menu in front of her, flipping through it, looking for the page she needed, which attracted the attention of her client.

It took Lyce a moment to realize that the sound of pages rustling was not his imagination, nor was the warm breath brushing against his mustache, so when he opened his eyes and looked up from the bowl, the menu was already in front of him, and Houndum's clawed paw was pointing to the beginning of the description of the cocktail he had ordered. At first, though, he was curious as to why she was still here.

• Oh, I see I managed to get your attention, dear customer. - she said as soon as she saw that she had his attention, again speaking with excessive politeness, +I suppose you're wondering why I'm here? - she asked a question, but did not give the other person an opportunity to answer anything, immediately continuing. - Please take a look and read these lines in the menu and I think they can answer your question, as well as help you understand the situation. - the female said with an immaculate benevolence that couldn't begin to be alarming considering whose mouth the words were coming from, but Lyce, being well-mannered and thinking that he might not have noticed anything, started reading the description in front of him.

• Smouldering Coals Cocktail This drink will help you warm up and fill up after a difficult journey, so that after you can go through the nine circles of hell and flames to regain the lost flame inside you. - said fire Pokemon, and then noticed a small picture of Houndum in a pose that he initially thought was playful, but the caption above it saying "Guide" and the position of her / his tail made him look more closely until he realized what the pose was. The realization was dismissed at first, but the widening smile of the female in front of him, who had noticed this fleeting realization, made him reconsider and look around the bar again, until his gaze lingered on the same evie he had looked at before the interruption. She was still looking at him, her back to him, and when his attention was drawn to her, she rose to her paws and stretched. From the outside, it looked unintentional and innocent, if only the arch of her back wasn't followed by her tail, the movement of which revealed her hidden treasure, in the form of his plump black shovel, which his gaze couldn't help but catch on to before the fire guy got a grip on himself and looked away, under houndum's barely suppressed laugh, his smile reaching its maximum width.

Flareon was confused, and for a moment he hoped he'd misunderstood, but a second glance at Evie made it worse. Her tail was still up, and she was looking at him over her shoulder, just like her friends, who had said something to her, and she waved her lightning bolt right in front of him, as if beckoning him. It was more than Lyse could take at a time, averting his gaze again and staring into the bowl in front of him, from which he took a few quick and impatient sips, to the now-unrestrained laughter of the hellhound in front of him.

• It's not really a cafe, right? he said when he had calmed down enough, and when firemask's laughter had subsided, he was still looking into the thicket, where he could see the dog grinning madly in the reflection.

• True. This is a Pokemon brothel. - she said, clearly pleased with herself, +and you ordered this lovely drink for me, too. - she added, enjoying the way the flareon warmed up in embarrassment in front of her, the way its snakes were pinned down and its tail was tossing.

Lyse was confused. Oh, no, he was confused as hell, not only because he'd ordered a fun night out with Pokemon, but also because it took so many hints to figure out where he was. But it didn't disgust him, no, definitely not. He was a grown boy, and this wouldn't have been his first night with Pokemon. However, this was the first time he had booked someone for a night out with him. It was an embarrassing feeling that slowly turned into anticipation. He glanced once more at the female houndum opposite him, but now he was looking at her as if she was someone he was going to fuck, so his eyes were grabbing at completely different parts of her that he had previously ignored for the sake of decency. Houndum was well built, trim, with slightly rough horns, and her short black fur looked soft. And looking at her now, he could tell. that she was attractive. Somewhere in that moment, his gaze drifted down her stomach and clung to the first row of black nipples that he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't known they were there somewhere.

• I see you don't mind the concept, but how about you don't settle for a small view of my body, don't go to one of the rooms to get something more than just a view? - said the hellhound, ducking under the table and turning around under it, as if by accident, ran its triangular tip of its tail over its scabbard, then crawled out from under it and froze standing with its back to him, looking at him over its shoulder, while its flexible tail swung from side to side, giving a rather curious look. a view of everything below it.

Lyse skipped a beat when he felt a touch and even moved slightly away, glancing between his front paws as the arrow-shaped form swept over him, so that his gaze slid down the back of the emerging houndum and settled on what was under its tail. It was a large black shovel, slightly damp, and framed in orange fur.

• Y-Yes, I would definitely like that. - he said after a pause, then finished what little was left in the bowl in several large gulps and jumped down to the floor as well, taking a couple more glances at the hound's feminine accessories before he caught up with her.

• OK, keep up. - the female said with a grin and led him through the bar, her tail swaying high from side to side, expressing her excitement and satisfaction.

After walking through several corridors and climbing the stairs to the second floor, they slipped through one of the doors, passing a dozen more similar ones. After passing through it, they were confronted with a fairly simple room consisting of a bed in the center near the window, two nightstands on either side of it, and a small wardrobe in the corner. Of all this, the main thing was clearly a bed that even Arkanain would have been comfortable on.

Lyce moved closer to her as the hound locked the door behind them, not wanting to be interrupted. Then she turned her full attention to the male in front of her. As Flareon scanned the room and the bed in front of him, his tail instinctively lifted in his interest, giving the female a good view of his moderately large orange-furred balls, as well as his rounded ass, causing her to lick her lips in anticipation.

• Well... - the hellhound said, drawing ivyevolution's attention to itself, +Would you like to climb up on this beautiful bed and let me take a closer look at you? - she continued in the same overly polite way, which with the smirk on her face was definitely fake.

• Mm?! - Lyce turned his attention to her, glancing over his shoulder and realizing where she was looking if he resisted the urge to lower his tail immediately.

• I came here, I agreed with her, and she brought me to this room while I stared at her swollen wet folds for more than half the way. So why should I be embarrassed that she now wants to look at my parts? After all, I'm here for this to happen, even much more than just that! - fire type mentally lamented inside himself, trying to overcome the remnants of his embarrassment and muster up the courage for what was to come next. And even though this wasn't his first time fucking someone, it was completely different from a random female or a fleeting girlfriend, where it all started with them just lifting their tails and ended with them standing back-to-back for the next half hour before they split up. And what was in between was a mess of emotion and pleasure that never gave him a clearer picture. This time, he felt that it would be different. Looking at the expectant, smug, and grinning face of Houndum next to him, who had just been staring at his balls, he couldn't think otherwise.

• Yes, I think this is normal? - he said jumping up on the bed and sitting on the edge of it, spreading his hind legs wider and spreading his front legs, that the hound had the best look of what nature had given him. Although he was pretty sure it wasn't the most impressive view she'd ever seen.

• Yes, that's it, let's see what you've got. - Charcoal said, moving closer to him until his muzzle was almost directly between his front paws and her breath was swaying the fur on his scabbard. - Good smell. - she said, looking into his eyes as he continued to inhale his scent with the slight sharpness of all fire types. After which, she retreated a bit and carefully looked at the ivyevolution scabbard that was placed on her. She could have called them a regular, fluffy scabbard, just like any other Flareon she'd had before him, and in fact, she had far more gifted ones than this one, but that didn't matter to her, not when she had a cute, embarrassing orange furball here that didn't belong. he didn't know where he was until he was poked in the face. Moreover, she could see that he was still struggling with the embarrassment inside of him. It was funny for her, and it was what made her get even hotter, knowing how soon this almost innocent evolution would be suffocating with pleasure and lust. She once again grinned into his eyes and took a few steps back, only to lash out at him, knocking him onto his back and dragging him deeper into the bed, eventually looming over him. She was being deliberately polite to him, and it was only because he hadn't noticed her when she arrived and ignored her afterwards, even though it was out of ignorance, but she wanted to make amends for it.

The grin was all he remembered until he found himself under a female houndum, who was exhaling light smoke from her nostrils as she stared into his eyes with a devouring gaze, until it began to move lower down his body and rest on his crotch,which made him want to cover his tail at the same time, but the hound was faster. In a flash, she sank her teeth into his collar and pushed him further away from the edge of the bed, only to sink down and start cradling his balls with her tongue as her hot breath stained his crotch. He couldn't help first squeaking and then groaning at it. It was an unexpected change in her, but it was a good thing. Her tongue was too good at picking through the balls in his bag and then starting to suck on them one by one, drawing out moans and ragged breaths that were sweet to her ears. Motivating her to continue until all of his precious sack disappeared into her wet and hot mouth, giving him a gentle suck that made him writhe in pleasure until she released them and ran her tongue over them to complete the greeting. Now the hound's muzzle was curled over his already slightly enlarged scabbard, from which the pink tip of tender flesh was already showing. Lyce couldn't help but glance at the female in a moment of respite, and caught a glimpse of her ragged breathing, her hot saliva dripping onto his stomach as she stared into his eyes. It was a look of all-consuming lust and a slight mockery of him as her mouth slowly descended to his scabbard, giving him first the sensation of hot breath and then the wet touch of her tongue as she licked his scabbard from base to tip, forcing him to tighten his fingers on his paws so as not to close his eyes from the surging emotions that he has no feelings.

She continued her rhythmic tongue movements to the sonata of his sighs and sobs, continuing to coax more of his length out of its hiding place, until half of that tender, bloodshot flesh was out of the scabbard, which her tongue immediately attacked, causing Flareon's hind legs to kick in the air and his head to fall back on the bed, while its front paws stretched out over its chest. But that was only the beginning, as that same flat tongue caught his shaft and dragged him straight into the infernal furnace of the hound's mouth, which closed around him and took two-thirds of his cock in one blow, giving him a measured suck and fishing even more of that beautiful flesh out of its furry sheath. To give its rod even more of the infernal heat and moisture of its mouth, along those sharp snow-white teeth, framing its path into the hidden depths. Lyce's body couldn't help but shudder every time the hound lowered its muzzle to his cock, clearly finding its rhythm of milking moans and squeaks out of him as it took him deeper and deeper until his knot was the only thing left outside of this infernal furnace. Which allowed him to find the strength to deal with the overwhelming delusion of pleasure and try to hold himself a little more dignified and start keeping his body from squirming every time she reached his knot. And it was all suddenly for naught when she went up to the very tip of his shaft and gave a loud, deliberate gulp that made him seem to be able to see her gloating grin as her muzzle slid down his shaft, not even pausing to reach the knot, just letting it slide past her teeth, thereby burying itself in the six feet of his neck. the base of his mouth, as well as letting his tip slide down her tight throat. Forced, Flareona writhed uselessly in orgasm beneath her as his hips tried to push the shaft even further down that pleasant throat, while she swallowed rhythmically around him, swallowing first his copious pre-ejaculate, and then his cum, which pumped right down her throat with every shudder of his shaft. The male swam away behind a veil of orgasmic delusion, until the only thing that kept his body from repeatedly trying to twist and turn was the weight of the houndum on top of him. However, that didn't stop his front paws from finding the space between her horns and trying to pull her even closer to him. The hound continued to milk him greedily, wanting to devour as much of his cum as possible, completely oblivious to the mess that her mouth and his crotch were becoming with each gulp.

Lyce didn't know how long it took him to break out of the fog of orgasm, but when he came back from this trip, he was still buried in her mouth, along with the knot, and his tip was opening her throat as she continued to suck on him, and he could feel her hot breath passes along its flesh to then exit its nose at its base, causing its hind legs to flinch slightly. But what was more impressive and intimidating was that she was grinning around him in her mouth, all the while looking at him. She captured with her own eyes his every movement, his moan or sigh, while he was away from everything that was happening.

Somewhere in that moment, he realized that his right foreleg was still between her beautiful horns. It took him enough willpower to move her to his chest, and even more to try to even out his breathing just a little, to say words of admiration, but he didn't succeed. All he could do was open his mouth without making a sound, only to let out a long moan as she slowly released him from her mouth, sucking what little there was left in him or on his cock until it plopped down on his stomach with spent, shrunken and weakened flesh. Above him, Houndum happily gulped down her treat right in front of him, and then moved forward, completely unabashed by the small stream that spilled from her cookies. Her muzzle stopped right in front of his, and then she gave him the dirtiest and roughest kiss he'd ever had. Her tongue easily broke through his weakened lips and wrapped around his own tongue, then pulled it into her mouth, where he tried to grope her just as she was doing to him at the same time, before, in a circular motion, she moved to his throat and plunged into him, forcing him to he swallowed and choked on her tongue, and then their kiss broke, and the hound rolled onto its back next to him, still not taking its eyes off him.

• It's time for a good boy to show that his paws still have the strength and desire. - she said, spreading her hind legs wide and her front paws flat on her chest as her pointed tail brushed the inside of his thigh, catching a glimpse of his balls.

Flareon wanted to give an answer to that, but he was still fighting off a small cough, and when he could get it under control, the words didn't make sense anymore, they would have used up what little of his strength he had left at the moment. So instead of answering, the fire-orange Pokemon got up on its paws, and with a strange gait, where at every step it seemed that this short paw could not support the weight of its body and would bend, it approached the back of the hellhound, comfortably positioned right between its still hind legs, hanging its muzzle, right over this large oozing and torturing heat with a black shovel. To lick it in the next moment, and then just bury his nose in its pointed tip, allowing his tongue to part those black folds, and start lapping right from the source, each time scooping it deeper and deeper. At such and such moments, he reaches up to give the hidden pocket on the tip of her pike his full attention, drawing out more sweet whimpers and moans, forcing her to give him more of her savory fluids. Until her breathing stops. Until her thighs tremble. Until her front paws find their place between his furry ears. Until her gloating grin shatters into an expression of pure pleasure. Until she can no longer hold her clarity of mind and disappear into the haze of orgasm, leaving her body writhing and trying to push his muzzle deeper into her. Until her folds finish milking his tongue in a chaos of erratic squeezing vises, drenching his muzzle in a waterfall of female juices. Only when all this happened could he crawl on top of her, letting his newly hardened shaft press against her flaming and sodden shovel.

• I see you're ready for the main course?" - said the hound, breaking free of the misty veil and feeling the hot rod along her labia.

Her response was a lascivious look from Lyse, who lined up the tip of his hardened flesh and her entrance. When his preparations were complete and his tip was gently, slightly opening her, Charcoal grinned at him, the next moment causing her hind legs and tail to grab onto his raised backside and pull it down sharply, causing his hind legs to part and his shaft to disappear into her passage with a single jerk along with the unformed knot. Leaving the poor boy with nothing but wild and frenzied humps in her womb as she continued to attach him to her, not allowing him to escape from her grasp, even as his bundle swelled to an impressive size, ensuring that nothing would pass through it to the outside. While she laughed, enjoying his kicks, his humps, his throbs in his contracting depths.

Flareon had been waiting a lot for what was going to happen next, so he would slowly open up more walls, how they would slowly swallow him, how they would squeeze him. but he didn't expect to just be stuck in it in one move, along with his bundle. Causing him to lose control, to lose himself, to lose everything but the feel of her clenching vise milking his cock so roughly that it was on the verge of pain, and it lasted until his body gave in to her coaxing and gave them all that was left in it, giving him the strongest possible strength and the most intense climax he'd ever known. In which he writhed and clawed at her stomach and even bit into one of her forelegs as he felt her blood on his tongue, but her response to all this was laughter, a wild and crazy laugh that only ended in a moan when his throbbing cock began to pump his seed into her womb, claiming him for his life. her gut. Giving Lyse the ultimate pleasure and easing release, followed by an all-consuming darkness and loss of consciousness...

• What a good boy, I hope when he wakes up he has enough for one more time. - houndum said as she licked his muzzle, still feeling his cock twitch clenched in her hot folds that milked his flesh, forcing him to stay hard inside her no matter how much time had passed and clearly trying to coax him into another eruption. - Rarely come across those with whom you can have so much fun.