FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

( M/F, human, otter, intelligent feral, transformation, lactation)

It was two months previous. Snowflakes first started to fleck on the ground and the harsh frost ensured it was not going anywhere.

Natasha and Elena were playing cards when Mila threw open the front door and ran in.

“A beast! It's here," she exclaimed. “It's in the store room!"

The two women went white. Elena stood up, grabbed a kitchen knife and charged past her youngest daughter out into the cold. The store room door was wide open.

“Mama, don't!"

The beast sank his teeth into a thick chunk of meat. To him it tasted impossibly salty and strange, not fresh yet not foul. He heard a commotion from outside and galloped out of the room and into the dark on three furry legs, the fourth clutching several full sacks to his chest, his mouth still filled with the bizarre chunk of animal flesh.

When he was many strides away from the house he heard shrieking and shouting. He stopped and turned. The human matriarch had advanced a few paces out of the doorway and was waving one of their metal spikes at him. He reared up, snarling around the meat between his jaws.

The oldest of the humans looked up at his towering bear-like form. She shouted and screamed in her incomprehensible tongue and swished her weapon. Then tears flowed down her cheeks and she fell to her knees.

That was… unexpected.

The matriarch's offspring grabbed at her and dragged her backwards into the house and slammed the door. The beast looked around uncertainly. He looked at the room he had raided, and at the sacks tucked against his furry chest. Then he turned around and scrambled into the forest.

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“You… did what?" asked the crow creature.

The furry beast dropped the meat in his jaws onto the smooth stony floor of their cave, alongside the sacks.

“They left their store room open. So I took what I could hold."

“They could have killed you!"

The furred monster smiled confidently.

Humans were scary. The fact that they alone controlled two thirds of the whole world's landmass. The way they warped the world around them to make themselves comfortable. The objects they carried or which carried them, things that looked innocuous but then would swiftly dig a hole or suddenly fill an animal with high speed lumps of metal.

However…

“I've watched these humans for weeks. I've learned what they can do. These three are not dangerous to us!"

The bird man flexed his right talon. It was fully healed by now. Physically at least.

“But the metal thing that bit me! What if they drop more, and they get you?"

“No more metal jaws on the ground. They stopped doing that. Either they learned their lesson or they can't put any more down."

“I… I think they might still-“

The furred beast looked at his feathered friend earnestly.

“Soma, they are weaker than us! You are safe. You can leave your cave. They can't harm you!"

The furry monster swept the nervous bird into his warm grasp and stroked his back. After Soma's trembling had died down a little they parted and the furred beast swept his claw over the bags of strange substances that he had stolen.

“This is their food. Please, eat it. They cannot stop you. This is our dominance over them. Your freedom from fear of them!"

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Two days after Alek had joined the family, the early morning light had strengthened and the women left their cottage. Mila, still naked, broke through the ice on the lake and she and Alek dived straight in. Natasha and Elena hesitantly took off their garments and waded into frigid waters that only yesterday would have killed them over such a stunt.

Several minutes later they were all laughing like schoolgirls, splashing each other and grabbing at Alek as he darted through the slate blue waters around them.

Mila, stood up with the waters lapping at her breasts, caught the otter as he sped by and hauled him into a soft, fuzzy, wet embrace. He chittered playfully, squirmed out of her grasp and scampered up and over her shoulders onto her back.

“Hee, what are you doing?" she giggled. Then she felt his manhood prodding at her spine. She blushed as she looked at her sister and mother. Nonetheless she obligingly opened her legs a little wider and hunched over.

“I… uhhh… here?"

Elena and Natasha looked on with embarrassment as the otter slipped down a few inches and casually pushed his length into Mila's submerged pussy. She shuddered with pleasure, reached her hands around and grasped his legs to give him purchase as he started to thrust into her body.

“You shouldn't let him just have his way with you like that," said Elena, with a disapproving, if not entirely serious tone.

“Mmmhhh, sorrry, mmmhh, Mama…"

Natasha looked between her sister and her mother. Her nipples were erect from watching the lovemaking and she had a naughty tingle down below that she would satisfy if she wasn't in company. Her mother's body had similar signs of arousal. So they watched on as the youngest sister shook under the thrusts of their lusty pet.

Mila's feet lost contact with the lake bed and she flailed around a bit as her head nearly went under. Alek went easier on her while Elena waded over and lifted up her daughter by her shoulders.

“Thank you mama," said the woman. The otter licked Mila's neck and plunged anew into her.

Mila tried not to look at her mother's face as she bucked and squirmed against the creature, his hip thrusts causing the water to splash up against her neck.

Elena could tell from her daughter's now familiar moans and grunts where she was in their lovemaking. Midway, enjoying the sensations and touch of each other's bodies. And then getting closer to climax. She saw how Alek changed his position a bit and ground into the human's pussy in a different direction, so as to pleasure her more then himself, skilfully bring them to come together.

He was a smart little beast!

Sure enough, the otter grasped Mila's chest tight with his foreclaws, pushed himself deep and shivered as he came. Mila whimpered and climaxed in her mother's arms.

Elena continued to support Mila as she and her mate enjoyed their peak and the sumptuous after-sex fulfilment. Finally, the otter pulled himself free and swam around blissfully, his penis hanging free, softening now it had done its duty.

After Mila had recovered she smiled to her mother with thanks and stood back up on the lake bed. The youngest daughter's blissful look was the only sign that their public mating had even happened.

The family casually went on to helping their pet pet catch fish, grabbing at what he chased towards them and throwing them ashore.

Mila twitched her nose and felt a little bad for the creatures they were hunting as she saw them flap on the ground, but it didn't take much to recall the gnawing hunger they felt just days ago before Alek had come into their lives.

“Mila, look at me a second," said Natasha.

Mila turned away from their catch and towards her sister. Natasha reached forwards, wide-eyed, and ran her fingers over something on the youngest daughter's face.

“Aaaah!" Gasped Mila as she felt an intense sensation above her mouth. She ran her own fingers over upper lip and nose and felt hard needle-like growths. They were extremely sensitive, responding to touch and even the breeze.

“Whiskers," said Natasha. Alek swam up and touched his nose to Mila's. His whiskers were pretty much the same as her own.

Elena waded over and joined the three. Mila wiggled her new features as her mother looked sternly at her.

Elena looked upwards for a second then returned her gaze to her youngest.

“What we're doing ain't natural. You're being punished for what you're doing with Alek," she said.

Natasha looked rather dubious.

“It's that shapechanging," she replied. “Like the scientists said on the TV. Sapient creatures, monsters and all that."

“Whatever it is, we must stop doing… intimates with Alek," said Elena firmly. “Or it'll get worse."

The other women looked between their mother and their pet. Alek looked back, his mustelid face unreadable but his body relaxed. They were never sure how much he understood what they were saying, or cared.

Mila reached down and picked up a nearby shard of ice from the water's surface.

“Maybe if we stop we'll lose this heating effect. We'd be back in our thick clothes and cold all the time."

“Do you want to become an otter?" replied Elena. “All the way? I don't."

Natasha shook her head, slightly, and splashed forlornly in the frigid water. Mila just dropped the ice chunk and licked her stiff new whiskers.

Just as they started to renew their hunt Elena spied a shape moving among the trees in a distance. It was upright, easily bigger than any of them and so black as to be like a hole in the world. Its smooth silhouette was interrupted here and there by jagged feathers. Its elongated, beaked face turned sideways so a beady eye could fix on them.

“Monster!" she called out, and splashed her way to the shore. Her daughters quickly followed, scooping up the fish and their clothes. Alek trotted alongside them into the cottage. He spared a knowing glance at the interloper just before the heavy front door was slammed shut.

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It had been an hour. Monster incursions happened from time to time, and they could still hear something occasionally stepping and grunting outside. They had shuttered all the windows and hauled the great bolts closed on the door, and that was that. Every time the things appeared the family would stay inside for a while, listening to the beasts moving around, and eventually emerge when all seemed clear. A month after they had first moved in there had already been a dozen monster threats, and by then they had stopped huddling together, grasping their makeshift spears and hoping the monster wouldn't burst through their defences. Now they just did whatever indoor work needed doing, only sparing wary glances towards the odd snorting noise at the foot of their door or clattering on the roof.

While Mila and Natasha prepared lunch Elena sat at the table and attempted to grind flour out of the grains of some wild wheat-like crops she had found clinging to life through the snow. The meat was going to be delicious but they also needed carbohydrates, plus Elena loved working with dough.

The pestle and mortar was useless so Elena switched to trying to crush the grains between two stones. The results were meagre from nearly an hour's work.

“It's frustrating," said the mother to Alek as he inquisitively nosed through the seeds. He had helped them separate the seeds from the chaff yesterday, his eager nature and keen mind up to the task but his little animal body rather limited by the hard, dexterous work. Still, they had a decent pile of grains ready to be ground up.

“There's a mill stone frame in the store room, but no actual mill stone," said Elena to the otter, not really expecting him to comprehend her. “Whoever lived here before us were very self-sufficient. It's quite the task getting as good at it as they were."

Alek, as he had been shown, fed more seeds into the gap between the stones and the human crushed them as best she could. After ten more minutes of arm aching work she flopped back in her chair, sweat soaking through her clothes.

Alek climbed over the discarded rocks and sat in the mother's lap. He slathered his tongue over her brow, licking up her beads of sweat.

“Cheeky," she said and ran her hands through his oily fur. She stroked him firmly, pressing his streamlined body against her chest. The creature squealed softly.

Natasha came over with a bowl. She looked down at her mother, briskly rubbing the otter's back and neck. Elena, eyes closed, eased her dress up. Alek stood in her lap and guided the gown until it was bunched about her waist. He lay in the fabric folds and pressed his stirring groin against the woman's bloomers.

“He's going to otter you, you know," said the daughter. Elena's eyes snapped open and she smooshed the creature against her body.

“Nonsense, we're just cuddling," said Elena with a scowl. “Turn that flour into dough and call me when it's ready to be rolled."

As Natasha scooped up the flour Alek kneaded Elena's breasts through her dress. The woman smiled softly and scritched the base of his tail, causing the limb to rise and twitch.

The otter abruptly dragged down the mother's bodice and caused her soft breasts to spill free. He wound his long tongue around the sweat moistened, erect nipples. Elena shuddered while Natasha went red, bit her lip and stepped away with the flour.

“Nnnnhhh… no further, Alex," managed the woman. She felt his manhood pressing through the snatch of her undergarment. The beast almost seemed to grin as his length grew against her. Elena looked down at the otter's nethers and saw his penis was now impossibly large for a creature his size, like a rolling pin, bigger than that of most humans.

“Hah, you changed Mila," she murmured, “makes sense you can change yourself too."

The mother gingerly touched the creature's vivid red erection and roamed down to rustle the fur at his balls. Alek rumbled in a way that made all three girls wince and their spines tingle.

Elena tried to resist Alek from pulling open her bloomers, but he was persistent and somewhere along the way she ended up helping him slide his lower half into them. She remembered how lewd it looked when he had done the same to her eldest daughter last night.

“The dough's ready, Mama," said Natasha. Alek ducked under her dress and threw the skirt over his body. He seemed to like getting under her clothes as much as Elena enjoyed feeling him there. She slowly got to her feet and cradled the lump over her abdomen, then felt the bristly whispered snout slip between her breasts, which were still hanging free of her bodice.

Elena walked over to the dough as Natasha stepped aside.

“Thanks, deaarroooohhhhp!" managed the woman as she felt the otter's hefty manhood push into her body, filling her like no man had managed before. Natasha and Mila, on either side, exchanged knowing looks at each other.

Elena reached out with shaking hands and cradled the dough.

In the moist warmth of her dress Alek started to thrust himself into her wanting, wet slit. Elena rested her forearms on the countertop for support as the beast took her, filling her passage, stretching her flesh around his enormous beastly erection.

As Elena shuddered from each hump her breasts, hanging down and wobbling, glittered with moisture. Pearls of white gathered at her nipples and dripped onto the dough. Natasha's eyes widened.

Mama is lactating?

“So it's not just me," said Mila with a soft blush on either side of her whiskered nose.

Elena looked down and tried to say something but her voice just quivered and trained off to a delighted moan. She closed her eyes and felt the hidden otter plunge on, his claws gripping her chest and hips, using all his strength to take her with a manhood that was as thick as her wrist. Her hands squeezed the dough so hard it oozed between her fingers.

Natasha and Mila continued to prepare their meal with their mother's feral grunts mixing with the bubbling noise of the simmering pan. The eldest daughter squirmed as she felt her own need rise, now the only one of the three not to have been satisfied by their mutual lover today. Worries about her body changing somehow didn't seem significant.

Elena edged towards climax. Mila got behind her mother and held her steady as she lost her ability to stand, much like Elena had cared for her this morning.

“Haaa, haaaaaahhhh, hhhrrrrr, hhhhaaaaa!"

Her mother orgasmed, her voice drawling into a rich, contented moan. The wriggling under her clothes stopped and they smelled the sinful, musky, familiar smell of otter cum.

Deep inside Elena's dress the otter squealed happily as he continued to pulse his semen into her, the white wads of goo spilling out and coating his fur and her groin, and soaking into her drawers. Outside the cosy cloth enclosure Mila reached around and rubbed the tip of his nose as it poked between his mate's dripping breasts. Alek licked her fingers fondly.

Elena slowly felt the strength return to her legs and she stood up by herself. Every time she moved her body she felt the hefty, slick cock in her passage shift. The otter was content to leave himself in her, anchored so firmly by his length that he didn't even need the clothes or his pawed grip to keep him in place.

“I… don't think I managed to resist as well as I was hoping," said Elena, shame faced.

“Don't know what you're talking about," said Natasha wryly. “I don't see Alek anywhere. I think you just had a funny turn while you were rolling the dough."

Her mother laughed. “Hah. Well, I guess so. I must be under the weather. Don't know what's come over me."

She looked down at the dough with the drops of her milk on it. Then took her rolling pin and started to flatten it, letting the wetness sink in.

“Don't you put on that face, Natasha," she said curtly, “Can't waste food, and it's nothing you haven't had before."

Mila noticed that the commotion outside had stopped. She stepped away from her family, tentatively opened a window, then did the same for its thick wooden shutters.

The bird monster was still right outside! The creak of the shutter caused it to whip around and face her. Then before the girl could react the creature frantically flapped its wings and burst into the air out of sight.

It seemed to be really scared. Of me…

As the beating of its wings faded away Mila looked at the floor where it had been. There were several familiar looking bags, mostly full.

“Oh…" she muttered, and absently licked her whiskers with her long tongue.