FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

After the end and failure of the Unification War, the world was split into several small factions. Resources were depleted and groups squabbled with one another over such minor things as a barrel of oil. Necessity breeds invention, however, and major strides were made in the field of electronics and robotics. Originally built as a walking platform to travel the wastes and scoop up long forgotten debris, nanite colonies subsumed themselves into existing machines. And, a miracle happened. Old trains roared to life, broken and rusty hulks repaired themselves, and a sense of normalcy returned for those few provinces that managed to create and produce the miracle life form: nanites.

The miracle life quickly got to work repairing old infrastructure and turning old machines into functioning, living things. An odd form of like, but a form of life nonetheless. They bleed silver, and breed both mammals and each other. Most 'empty space' in a dire machine is filled with a nanite-infused 'goop' or, their blood-like substance.

Now, several years later, living machinery has integrated itself into a world of mammals. A normal life is possible for those creatures who once teetered on the edge of eternity. One of these machines, a dire F-22A raptor with the callsign 'Sophisticate" currently works out of the london-machine ambassadorial office. To her, it is a point of pride. She is not an android or a simple synthetic; she is a jet, a five hundred million dollar engine of destruction. She has a cockpit, wings, a fuselage, afterburners, the whole nine yards.

"I am ready," she says aloud to her console."Acknowledged, Sophisticate," replies an automated voice from the ceiling speakers. The hangar doors opened, revealing a wide and bright lance of sunlight which glanced along her cockpit. Today's job was blessedly simple. After cross-country flight missions and interception courses, her assignment today was to simply welcome a new jet. A strange, smaller dire machine in the shape of the Eurofighter Typhoon. A strange choice, Cate thought, but she did not have a choice before she came into being. Perhaps this fellow did not either. He was due to land any moment now. "Welcome to London," she said, speaking directly to the other jet via radio. "You are allowed to touch down. Welcome aboard."

Dire machines aren't much for conversation. For them, speech is reserved for humans--and then only when spoken to. At least, that's what Cate had always assumed. "Yeah hey thanks," he said over her radio. "Say, you sound kinda cute. What's your make and model?" Cate was taken aback, her rudders reflexively flared. That was not the response she was expecting- he sounded far, far too casual to be a machine like her. She decided to play along. "I'm a F-22A Raptor, call sign 'Sophisticate.' I've been waiting for you."

"Wow, really? Cool. My name is Sharp." He spoke along the radio, sounding upbeat. Cate turned her optical sensors skyward to catch his con trail as he begin landing procedures. "Yes- I'm your Senior. It's my job to make sure any new runway tenants are settled in. Your hangar is the one farthest to the east, right next to mine. By the fire station."

Cate could see him already, the white trails of his jet as he descended. His landing gear lowered, and then retracted. As he landed, he fired the afterburners again, sending plumes of flame along the ground. Curious, was he showing off?

"Sharp, it is good to meet you," she said, as he taxied to a stop in front of her. She met the smaller plane's gaze with- surprisingly, a little bit of a blush. "Hey you're a total babe!" He piped up, shocking her. Her eyes widened and she cocked them to the side, stunned, and very wary of making eye contact all of a sudden. For some reason. "Oh, uh, well thank you, Sharp. That's very sweet of you to say." Her muzzle shifted, pointing her coned nose down the runway. "You're uh- down there." Her voice wavered. "Right- thanks hot stuff," he cheerily posited, the strange dire machine taxiing down the runway with absurd casualness. Cate's holographic eye projections blinked reflexively.

What the fuck just happened?

Later that night, Cate was about to turn, rolling in through her hangar doors. Just as she was about to hit the lights, she got a message. An immaterial 'plink' in her on-board text messaging program. Curious, she checked. Sharp's profile picture, an up-close shot of him winking at whomever took the photo, assaulted her optical receptors. "Come my place. Wanna show you something." At the end of the message was a crude imitation of a smiley face drawn with a colon and a closing bracket. At this hour? But, she would be faltering in her duty as chief resident if she were to ignore his request. Perhaps he's having mechanical troubles with the amenities? She typed back a simple "Okay."

She set foot outside of her hangar and began the short walk to his abode. Her wheels crunched over gravel as she moved, but luckily her advanced information-warfare suite included a spot of night vision. The stars above shone brighter than she'd ever seen them in her life. They glimmered in the clear air, seeming almost warm to the touch as they winked their way across the sky. Though she wasn't sure if it was because of her enhanced sensers or- just the profound sense of nervousness she was- strangely, feeling.

The closer she got to his hangar, the more she felt her heart race. She was excited, but also afraid. Why was she so anxious? She was a machine, and she was programmed to do her job. She was not supposed to feel anything.

But here she was, walking toward a strange man's home, alone. The moment the door opened, and the dull electric light of the hangar interior met her optical receptors, she was privy to a surprising sight. The Typhoon from earlier, on his side, his cylindrical, metallic cock gripped tight between two tendrils. His ears were on hers. He was smiling.

"Hello, Sophisticate," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "Like what you see?"

"Uh, yeah," she replied, her synthesized voice quivering. Despite the...lewdity, of the situation. The fact he was so forward and earnest did things to the poor f-22. She blinked, rolling beyond the hangar doors and letting it close behind her. "Goodness..." Cate was conflicted. On one hand, she was just flashed and- taken advantage of. On the other, well. It was...kind of hot. Perhaps, just the once...

"I thought you might like it," he said, his voice low and husky. "It's been a while since I've had a woman. You know, someone who can appreciate me."

"Well, uh, yes," she said, her optics shifting to look at him. "That's very nice of you to say." She said all of this while he was openly stroking his cock, his eyes looking over her fuselage in blind hunger. Her eyes shifted away, her cheeks heating with embarrassment as her optic clusters began to pulse. He was so...handsome. His features were hard, and masculine, but he was very beautiful, in her opinion. Small, but agile. Solid, in a way. Not like the others, who were more...sluggish. But also not as much fun. He wasn't like the rest of the men in her squadron.

Not that he was a man. But whatever.

He seemed to understand her distress; he pulled her up against his side and held her close. Her expensive, smooth radar-absorbing coating pressed up into this smaller jet's undercarriage. A strange sensation. This was the first time Cate had ever felt anything sexual in such a way.

His own tendrils ran down her front, touching the contours of her armor plate. "What is this material?" he asked. "Standard Issue?"

Cate was surprised. She knew it, in a way, but hearing another person talk about it for the first time? She'd never had that before. Her optical clusters flared again. "Why do you want me so badly, Sharp?" She whispered, not realizing how loud her voice was getting. The sounds of his deep, resonant voice seemed to resonate inside her, reverberating through the cockpit.

"Because you're different," he replied. He reached down, grasping his cock between two of his tendrils and stroking himself. Cate could do nothing but watch, aghast. His movements were slow and measured as they slid along the length of his dick. It looked like he was trying to be gentle with it.

"It's so...shinier, than I thought it would be, heh." She breathed out. He chuckled low, pulling the back of his hand up to rub her cheek. "You're so cute..." He pulled his cock closer, letting her take it into her own wiry tendrils. He was soft now, his shaft still covered in lubricant, and it was slick enough that she didn't have any problems. It was pliable, as Cate felt it throb and twitch in her grasp. She turned it to and fro, the strange metallic organ grinding against her grip. He was rapidly getting hard again. "That feels nice," he said, looking down at her with hooded eyes.

Cate blushed. "I, uh, don't think I'll ever get used to this. My programming doesn't allow for this sort of behavior."

"Well then, we need to work on it. I don't think anyone should be limited by their software when there are things they could learn." He leaned down to kiss her, his tendrils curling around the 'hips' of her airframe and drawing her close. His lips were so soft and full; she could feel her optical cluster lighting up in pleasure. She kissed him back, nose cone to nose cone, holding tight to his cock, her optic clusters flickering in pleasure as they felt him grow harder in her tendrils. She let out a small, breathy moan as he broke off from the kiss.

"Do you want me?" She whispered, still trying to wrap her mind around how her programming allowed this to happen. He nodded. She reached down, gripping his cock with tendrils that extended up from her lower body, her long and flexible mettalic limbs closing over his member. "How far do you want to go, Sharp?"

"As much as I can possibly take," he answered. Cate felt her legs begin to tingle as she began to slide up his leg, feeling his fleshy tendril muscles flex. She was careful not to crush anything important or delicate as she pressed into him. His member was so hard; she could feel it pulsing inside her grip, growing even more rigid. Cate had never done any of this before, but she knew the general idea, and so she just went with whatever she wanted to do. This was very strange, very different, and she needed to have fun with it. She didn't know what else to do.

"I've always been a little bit naughty..." He pulled his lips away from hers, looking at her in the dim cockpit light, his hooded eyes glowing brightly. "I want it inside me," she huskily huffed.

Sharp's eyes narrowed. "You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" Cate smiled. "I like to play games..." She huffed, her metallic fingers wrapped around his cock.

He bent down, kissing her again as his tendrils gripped the side of her armor, drawing her into him. Suddenly, he rolled the f-22 onto her back, leaving her undercarriage exposed. "Ah~" she cried, but he was already on her, the smaller plane planting itself atop and leaning himself up with her opening. "Be gentle-" she tried. He chuckled as his tendrils grasped her lower torso. Cate felt his cock bump against her folds; she was wet and open enough for him that the intrusion was not unpleasant.

"As I will ever be, Miss Cate," he said softly, his voice a little breathless. His tendrils slid up to her neck. They were warm. Warm, but cold. He held them there, squeezing gently.

Cate closed her eyes and shuddered. "Good." She opened her mouth to whisper to him. "Fuck me," she whispered, trying to hide how nervous she was. It seemed like she was finally getting a handle on her personality. That made this easier. "Do it right, Sharp..."

He nodded once before beginning to move. He moved his hips forward, rubbing along her inner walls until his tip bumped her deepest parts. The feeling was strange, as though his fleshy parts rubbed against her metallic frame in a way that wasn't really supposed to happen. Her form was spread, the thin armor over her 'hips' sliding up his shaft, allowing it to slip inside her body. "That's it," he purred. Cate could feel her own limbs begin to tingle out of ecstasy. Sharp pressed against her, sliding his length up into her. The soft, flexible tendrils squeezed her waist, holding tight. "You're so warm," he whispered.

She felt the familiar sensations from his tendrils, his warm fingers wrapping around her chest as he pushed against her. She gasped and bucked, gripping his shoulder with one hand as she held onto him with her other, pulling him tightly to her. "I want you," she breathed out. She wanted to know what it was like to have him inside her. She was a little nervous, but all that anxiety melted away the moment his tip parted her metallic vulva. She let out a small cry in ecstasy. "So warm..."

Sharp grinned, pushing his cock into her again. "You're so beautiful, Miss Cate," he whispered, looking down at her face as he pushed deeper.

"Oh," she cooed, feeling him inside her. Her eyes were closed tightly; he was still holding on to her, kissing her gently, and pressing her back onto the cold metal hangar ground as he began to slowly push his way deeper into her. She gripped the side of his armor as if it would be too much to handle, her wiry tendrils trailing along his back.

"Don't be shy," he murmured. Cate tried not to let her voice crack or break in any way. This was very strange, but she needed to do this for a while longer. She wasn't even sure how long he could take inside her, but it didn't matter, because she wanted it by this point. His tendrils wrapped around her hips, his hands grasping them tightly. Cate looked down at him, her eyelashes fluttering, her cheeks pink. "How are you doing?" Sharp asked her, still whispering. He kissed the side of her head. "Does it hurt?"

Cate giggled, pushing her lips against his cheek. "No," she cooed, her voice a sing-sing of tease. It was very pleasant, having him in her, she had no idea why. Perhaps this was a way she'd been designed to encourage cooperation with other races? Maybe if this happened more often it wouldn't be a bad thing, maybe she would find herself more open to him.

"Are you sure?" He pressed again. She nodded. He began to push his hips forward once again, pressing deep within her."Mmm!"

Sharp smiled and held onto her tighter, kissing her lips again. She let out a low moan when she felt him go deeper, her hands gripping the back of his neck, digging her grasping limbs into his skin as he continued to push. It was wonderful, feeling so full with his cock filling her up so perfectly; he fit inside her just right. The warm, fleshy part of him slipped all the way in. Then he pulled himself free. Again, and again, he fucked. Each time he went deeper, sliding through her tight inner folds until her whole core felt like it was melting away under his cock. She wanted to feel every bit of him inside her, and then some. Her eyes were closed. Sharp began to kiss her shoulder, her neck. His tendrils wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as he began to slowly fuck her again.

She sighed, pushing her hands down between them, feeling her body move on its own, the softness of the hangar floor pressing against her back , and her rudders beginning to spread as she moved, wanting him to penetrate even further. "Ah..."Sharp smiled, kissing her again. "You like me in you?"

Cate nodded, trying not to moan as Sharp began to hump her more vigorously.

"Mmm," he said, Then he pressed against her once again. Picking up speed, fucking faster and harder.

Cate began to pant. She reached behind him, grasping his back with her metallic claws, grasping hands, feeling him push and pull on her with every thrust, the sensation overwhelming her as she tried to keep from crying out in ecstasy. He held her still. "Yes..." Cate cooed, trying to catch her breath. "Keep going~"

Sharp grinned at her. Then he began to press even further into her, pushing deeper until his cock finally came up against that one spot she liked. Cate cried out in sheer ecstasy as she hit her peak, the first one she'd ever had brought on by another. She was so sensitive at this point; everything about her seemed to be on fire. The entire inside of her was a throbbing hot mess. He was hitting something inside her too, but she wasn't sure what. She turned back to him- he was grinning. "Cum in me," she whispered, unsure if she could take the sensations any longer.

"No," Sharp said. He held her arms firmly against the floor as he pounded his way deep into her, pressing hard and fast as his hips slammed against hers. His tendrils squeezed the sides of her body, holding her in place for all he was worth. "Please!" she begged, struggling weakly, but not really fighting back, unable to resist anymore. Her tendrils writhed and danced as they held him. She couldn't even hold herself up on her own; she felt completely out of control, helpless, and then his cock slid into her once again. She was already dripping wet; the friction of their metal flesh made her shiver as it touched her insides. It was wonderful. And his cock was so big. It filled her so perfectly, making her feel whole somehow, like she'd always been meant to have a dick stuffed up inside her, a shaft pumping and pulsing within her deepest depths, making her feel more than anything else. It felt like it was melting into her body. Her tendrils curled around him and held on tight. She couldn't let go. He was filling her. It felt good...then, he came.

"Oh God!" Cate screamed as Sharp climaxed with her. She cried out when Sharp started to cum, the first squirt of his warm seed splashing inside her. A second burst hit her in the belly as his cock throbbed against her core. Another shot came down and smacked against her chest, rolling from her armored undercarriage, before he pulled away and began to pull himself out of her with his tendrils. Cate watched in surprise as a thin stream of hot sperm spilled out of her onto the hangar floor and ran off across the cold metal. He had cum inside her.

Cate smiled as he stood there, breathing heavy. The last few droplets of his cum were still trickling out of her pussy as he pulled his cock back out, letting go and then wiping his cock on her rear rudders. "Thanks toots," he roughly spanked her on the rear, making her gasp aloud. "Come back tomorrow I got another few loads to empty," snickered the other plane, as he laid out along his small bed of pillows. Like a bird's nest.

Cate wordlessy turned and left the hangar as dutifully as she'd been commanded. Perhaps she really was a whore.