FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The view of HIV/AIDS is not meant to offend anyone in this story, as I myself do not believe them. I do not believe the government spread the disease, nor do I believe they created it. The concept is only used in this story to make it make sense, as the plot was open to interpretation and, needing to tie lose strings together; I had to do with what I could. That being said, if you are embarrassed, sickened, or feel traumatized in any way by this story, you have been warned.

Chris opened his eyes, blinking under the dull, vrring lights. "Hello?" He called out. He barely remembered what had happened. He was talking to a chick at the bar, man she looked good, and bam. Here he was, naked, out in God knows where tied to a chair.

"Look I can't pay you much if that is what you are after..." He says when he notices movement. He didn't know who or what it was, but it was BIG! Only when the hulking crocodile came into view did he realize how big he was. Though not as large as he looked in the shadows he was still large, his body ripped with muscles and yellow eyes that had the hunters gaze about them, and if Chris had been gay, at least by then, he would have noticed the large bulge too.

The croc moved without words, said nothing only pulled out a syringe, a wicked grin on his face. Only then did the human struggle. It pained the croc in a way. The human was hot, dirty blond hair, not to muscular, a little slim... and a nice ass. Gay bait, he liked to call people like him. Perfect for taking a dick but they just don't swing that way. But what was in the syringe was going to change that.

"Today is a big day for you... When I inject you with this, you will not remember a thing, but, as you fall asleep, I will give you a pill, a pill that will, to be blunt, make you gay... I know, sounds like the idea of a cheesy fag porno, but it's true. And in the coming months you will lose interest in girls and, even though you don't remember me, you will be looking for me, maybe even date a few crocs to find me, because I have a hunch, a hunch meaning my associate has trailed you for months, that you will want to turn someone else so you can be with them."

"This is some messed up shit!" Said the human in seething anger. "Let me guess, this is all fake, some sort of camera, there is really nothing but water in that thing, and when I wake up I will "Accidently" Remember this night, maybe have troubles and worrying about my sexuality. It's a elaborate prank but you just can't "bottle" What makes people gay!"

The croc just shook his head and stuck the syringe into the others arm, hitting a vein immediately. "Just wait kid, the ride is about to start..." He sighs and rolls his eyes. "Man this really does sound like a cheesy porno..." He says as the human starts to fall asleep.

"Ah!" Chris cried out sitting upright wide eyed. "What the hell was I drinking last night..." He didn't remember walking home, and his ass hurt, and felt somewhat slippery, if that could be explained... (A parting gift from the crocodile) But he stands on wobbly legs, waits out his hangover, and returns to his normal life.

As the croc had predicted, the days became weeks, and during those weeks Chris went to the bar less, brought home one girl from the bar, and that didn't last after the sex, and, well, his entire outlook on what was sexy changed. It was no longer a pair of boobs that turned him on, but rippling muscles slightly sweaty from a afternoon of hard work, A six pack out in the sun, the owner having taken off his shirt due to the heat and his jeans hanging just barely above that delicious large-

"Dude, you okay?" Alex asked as he picked up a large bag of cement. "Or are you jealous of this?" He asked grinning, proudly displaying his muscles. The lion had everything that Chris wanted, or, wanted now, and the only thing that was stopping him from making an advance was A)He was his best friend, and B) He was straight.

"Shut up man... And I feel, I dunno, lazy today." He yawns and shrugs some. "Need some help?"

"Nope," Said Alex as he loaded the cement on the truck. Grumbling and stretching a bit, Chris biting his lip and thinking of old nuns, kittens, and anything else to keep it down. When Alex left, Chris knew what he had to do.

He was going to a gay bar.

The music blared through the speakers as the male furs and humans danced, some close, some making out, he swore he saw to or three having sex, and wasn't sure if he should look back. He didn't know what he was here for, maybe to find a lion, maybe to prove something to hisself, but he found his body mentally bouncing with the rhythms of songs he had never heard, looking at the males with an uncontrollable urge, and just passing through unnoticed.

Then he saw someone that caught his eyes.

A large croc, yellow eyes with the essence of a hunter, and a large bulge, and the hulking creature was staring at him grinning, rubbing his groin as if to say "Come over here and sit on my lap..."

"you don't wanna do that, I already had to punish him for last time." Came a voice from behind, grabbing Chris' arm. "Huh? What... uhm, I don't think you are my type..." He said turning around to see the human male in the blue coat. "I mean, you might be nice and all..."

"I don't want to get with you, I'm straight, I just need to talk." The other said. Chris could only blink. The more he looked at him, the kid couldn't have been more than fourteen, and kind of chubby, or maybe sixteen, he couldn't really tell... and even if he was overdressed, showing nothing of his body, he was unnoticeable, everyone noticed Chris, giving him a few winks or waves, the person dragging him outside was invisible.

"You don't remember who he is, or what he told you, but I am the associate... If you do remember... Then congratulations, you are one in ten the drug doesn't work on... atleast for long." Said the kid as he leaned against the wall, the music was just a outer hum.

"Remember what?"

"And just like that my job is ten fucking times harder... That crocodile is accomplice, we kidnapped you one night after we had a friend of ours drug you, then made you gay with pills... Wait that sounds stupid let me start over-"

"Look, this is who I am, who I always have been. I was just denying myself-"

"No, you were straight, we just fucked with your DNA, gave you the gay gene." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a syringe and two blue pills. "Either of these look familiar?"

It had to have been a minute of Chris just staring before he gasped. "You bastards! You did turn me gay! Holy shit I did know that crocodile! I should murder you!"

"And then what? You are gay now. I can't give you the antidote, atleast not yet, and it isn't something any ole docter can fix. You are this way, no matter what you do to us."

"Why did you do this...?" He asked sitting down. It was so much, but at the same time it wasn't a big deal to him now. What the other said was right. He couldn't change who he was now.

"Do you want the truth?"

"Yes."

"Because when a civilization gets to populated, something must be done, with feral animals, they stop breeding, they know when they have to many of their kind for the food and location they take up, they stop breeding, or at least as much, and those that don't get the message are killed. That is what my research team found out at least. But many of them follow an alternative. The males, wanting sex, will have sex with one another in a attempt to not only fill that need they can no longer have with their females, but also so when the heat seasons arrive, they will not have to mate with the females, having a male bitch.

Do you understand? Feral animals turn gay, knowing they need to. Humans did that once, they don't know. Humans and Anthros have evolved to a stage beyond, where they just cut trees down when they need homes. But you litter the street, hundreds of you starve each day. If you were still primates then you would know that you need to stop growing in numbers."

"You? But you are a human too, so why do you say you like you are a exception?"

"Because what human would possibly stand in the way of expansion. I am not human, I am not anything your mind can comprehend. I walk through a crowd unnoticed because most of the population can't wrap their minds around the idea of me to see me. I am all, and I am nothing. To have a glimpse inside my head, even for a second, would be so much information you head will explode. I see starving children by the thousands. I hear millions of homeless begging for a good warm meal. And then I see you, a ladies man who slept with so many women, each one he promised he had a condom, and so fertile that each time... you have over ten kids I want you to know... and that is this year alone. I believe that a few eggs must be cracked to make a omelet, and so, to save the earth I must either destroy people like you, or change their ways. Now, I can't do that with simple heart attacks, causes to many complications... but what I could do is awaken that side of you long forgotten by your kind, make you turn gay so you can't have any more kids, so that you will turn away from it. Not everyone has to be forced to be gay, mind you, I did create them as they are, but even I make mistakes, even if I don't want to admit it, and you were one of them. The first time I tried, I was wrong, horribly wrong, acting as a scientist in a lab I brought this idea to the government, such a large baby boon, which would produce more kids, it would destroy everything. They took my side and, instead of letting me do it as I should have, I let them make the first batch and use it on the public. HIV was rampant in the eighties because of my mistake letting inferior people attempt to do my job." He sighs and shakes his head. "Do you understand who I am? And I know you are going to joke and say Jene simmons, but don't."

"I... I do understand... But why have you told me this sir?"

"Because I changed you. I took you off the path you were created for, all for my own reasons... so I will give you this." He slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out two pills. "These, are the gay gene in pill form. It takes weeks but eventually, the person who takes them will turn gay. Now, this is very important, if you were to take them, you would become straight, but sterile. You could go back to your life, have sex as much as you want, and not get a girl pregnant. Or, you could use them on that lion friend of yours. In a week he will be hit by a car and die, but if he takes these he will be with you, at home, cuddled up after making love. I am not going to control you, nor will I turn my eyes to your decision. It is not fate what you choose; it is completely up to you. Turn to your old ways or become a new man. I will leave that to you." He grins and shrugs.

He never said goodbye, and Chris couldn't remember when he left. All he knew was in a hour or so he stood up, a small baggie containing two blue pills clutched in his hands, and walked to his car.

END OF PART 1