FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

I woke up to warm blankets and the smell of someone familiar near me. It was still something of a new experience to have scents be so... different. As a human there were good smells and bad smells, but now every little nuance seemed to scream out at me. That was my lover. I reached for her and drew her to my front.

My paws slowly caressed over her swollen belly, and I felt myself awakening suddenly. Oh yea, I knocked her up, real good at that. A soft clapping had the dim room suddenly brightly lit. I looked over to see the jungle queen approaching, looking smug and satisfied. "Good morning," she bade as pygmies rushed in all around her. They grabbed at the blanket that was sprawled about me and Veronica and began tugging it off of her. Like it or not, ready or not, it was wake up time.

With only minor muttering, I allowed myself to be drawn up to my feet. Veronica gave more complaint, almost kicking a poor pygmie before she was hoisted up. The moment we were off the bed, the pygmies descended on it in a great cloud of cleaning fury. "Effective," I said in a moment of great insight, regretting it a moment later. Ah well, a razor wit can't always be ready, I guessed.

The queen clapped once more, and gestured at the two of us. The pygmies gave a collective giggle as they hurried forward. They paused just in front of us and I could hear what sounded like the fastest rounds of rock paper scissors I ever heard. The winner cheered, and the losers pouted mightily. A little female rushed up to me then and grabbed my hanging member. She brought up a sponge with a grin and started washing me off. That felt nice, and was a pretty good way, all things told, to make sure I was awake. "So, uh, thank you, for everything," I said to the queen.

Veronica nodded her argreement as pygmies worked to wash her too, soap and cloth applied to thighs and legs, down her pretty tail. I could feel my shaft firming even as I tried to stay still before the queen.

"You two did quite well. You've sealed your relationship, to each other, and the world, and you've helped me gain power and solidify my own holdings," explained the queen, placing a hand on her chest a moment before she gestured vaugely, "Except... Now that Veronica made such vicious progress through my spells, my supply of pastries is now quite... diminished."

"Why don't you just make some more then?" asked Veronica before I could voice a similiar question.

"I do not cook," she retorted, "And the caravan I usually supply from is not due for some months now. My pygmy children are not at all skilled at that art. The last time I allowed them a try.." she trailed off as the pygmies burst into loud and rough fits of laughter at the memory. I could only envision what horrible mess must have resulted.

"Have no fear," said the queen, "I happen to know someone who would delight to be my chef, who you would be helping, while you help me, yes? A double good deed. I know you are a kind one, stud, you will find favor in this task."

I couldn't argue that. It sounded like a good thing to do. My thinking might have been a little muddled with the rather insistint cleaning my loins were getting. "Who's that?" I did manage to ask.

She waved her hands in slow circles, drawing up a ball of energy that slowly settled into a clear image. Within showed a waif, a girl maybe, hmm, you know I just wasn't sure quite old she was, young though. She was looking at a store front with cakes as if she hadn't eaten in weeks, and her body seemed to match it, thin and frail. Guessing from the clothes of the shadowy people passing her by, I assumed she was from victorian times. What a strange world, dipping into different places and times. That's magic for you, I gussed, "Her?"

"Of course her," berated Veronica, nudging me with an elbow, "You think she'd show you someone random as a joke?"

The queen smiled, then nodded, "She is the one. She has quite a talent for baking that even she does not know of. There remains only the task of drawing her to this realm, but in there lies a catch."

"What's that?" I asked, standing straight.

"She is from a place of great restriction and need. You must show her pleasure, and freedom. I can bring her hence, but you must then find her, and peel her free of her old ties, then show her just how... fun...it can be to live in this land."

I was still trying to decode what I was asked when Veronica reached and grabbed my dick despite the protest of the diligent pygmy, "He'll do it," she declared, sneering at me. Volunteered, wonderful.

"Wonderful," echoed the queen as if she had heard my thought. "I see you agree," she murmured, making subtle gesture towards my stiffened and ready member. It was hard hiding anything from these women.

Veronica laughed and pulled me into a hug. Oh god her belly felt sexy, pressing against my front as I hugged her and ground forward gently. My cock rubbed along her furry dome as I purred at her. "That's my stud, you find that girl and you fuck her rotten, just make sure to not make a habit of baby making, hmm, save that special spark for me." she instructed as my world spun with pleasure and love for this vixen. When she released me, I staggered a moment, nodding dumbly.

That settled, the queen departed, and the pygmies saw to our preperations. We were dressed, scented, and given some supplies before we were guided right out of the castle and up towards the mountains. The queen floated along with us, in a ball of blue light. "She will appear just as the sun dips towards the horizon. You must be there, to ensure she does not get into trouble."

"Did you already cast the spell?" I asked as I climbed over mossy logs and under thick vines.

"No, but that will be the right time to do so. Any later and she will be lost to us. So do hurry, brave stud."

Rescuing girls from misery? That's what heroes do, right? I pressed onwards with Veronica, having to slow down to help her get her round self up over the obstacles along the way. We still had time for a quick kiss here and there along the way, until we got to the temple. Or rather, what used to be a temple. Looked like a few pillars and some broken rocks, now. The queen seemed satisfied though.

She drifted right to the center and begin to sparkle as we panted our way behind her. "Very good, just in time. See how the sun begins to dip. I will conjure her, watch." Her voice sounded prideful. She was showing off as much as getting something done.

The air shimmered, then darkened in a great disc, showing the girl from before, now in an alleyway. She was curled on herself and looked cold and miserable, shivering and alone in her misery. She was just falling asleep, tears streaming down her cheeks. "The timing could not be better," whispered the queen as the feeling of magic grew more intense. Just as the girl's freezing body lost conciousness, her soul was wrenched free. The vision of the form faded to black as her spirit drifted in void, so very far away, but approaching us rapidly as if through a tunnel. As she came, her features began to change. Her clothing simply blew away, not much a part of what she was, then her face pushed forward into a slight snout. Her ears became long, flopping down, then lifting up to the top of her head. She gave a sleepy yawn, displaying bucked teeth as her form shaped and reformed, becoming a rabbit, naked at first, but fur was starting to come in, spreading out from where there was only hair, covering her form in a thick white pelt.

She stretched her new body as she began to show signs of renewed vigor, healthier, fuller, hips and bust swelling into full female roundness where only waif slenderness had been. She suddenly arrived with the sound of a popping bubble. She slid across the rock a few inches, squeaking in surprise. A blanket appeared, draping over her head as she made odd noises and got up to her feet, shocked and alarmed.

Veronica leaned over towards me, whispering, "So, you going to comfort her, or.. comfort...her." She gave a leer, elbowing me and laughing. The noise drew the girl's attention. She lowered the blanket and looked at the two of us with wide, startled eyes.

I held out a paw towards her, "Don't be scared," I said in the gentlest voice I could find, "We're here to help you. You won't have to be cold any more."

She managed to get the blanket around herself, the sheets seeming to do surprisingly little to hide her curvy form from view as she gawked, "What happened to your clothes?" she asked me, "Or hers, or mine? What's going on?" She asked, though at least she wasn't running away.

I lifted my shoulders, "This is how people around here dress, when they bother to dress at all. Clothes are more for showing off than anything else. Fur keeps people warm enough."

"Fur?" she asked, "But I don't have..." she trailed off as she held out a hand in front of her face, staring wide eyed at her new paw, which was now trembling.

Veronica stepped up and took hold of the shaking paw, softly petting over it and the attached arm, "Shhh, shhh, it's ok, you're safe with us."

"Oh!" She cried out, "Oh I've died and gone to heaven!" she said, tears suddenly welling in her eyes, "Or is this the other place? Oh I didn't want to die like that! I never got to do anything at all!" she was practically wailing at that point, shaking like a leaf.

I moved up to be besides Veronica and kneeled, petting the girl over her long ears and across her back, "No, nothing like that. This is a different place, and you're not dead. You're ok." I whispered soothingly, and kissed her cheek. Mmm, she tasted good. I could feel my cock start to rise despite her condition.

She noticed, and looked away a moment, blushing badly. Veronica laughed and nudged me roughly, "Way to break the ice, Romeo," she jeered. The girl shook her head quickly then.

"No no, he has done nothing wrong, um, I think? Though I think he is some sort of lust demon, he is at least a kindly one. I wonder what sin the good lord is punishing me for, I never did lust for boys terrible much, it can't be that," said the new bunny girl, rambling to herself a bit.

Veronica shook her head then, "Don't be silly. If this were hell, you wouldn't get the chance to live your dream of baking delicious things, now would it?"

She looked up at us sharply, "How did you know that was my dream? I never told a soul about it! Oh, I wanted to be a great chef before I died, and now here I am."

"Here you are," I echoed, reaching and pulling the girl forward, stroking over her face lightly, "Alive, healthy, and now you can do what you always wanted to do." I just realized that, at some point, the jungle queen's blue orb was gone. Wonder where she was hiding, probably watching all of this. Bet the pygmies were giggling their little heads off.

"No!" Said the girl suddenly, "I know this trap, my mum told me before she went. Demons will give you want you want, and if you take it, bam, you're caught forever."

Veronica smiled, "Nonsense, we are not giving anything. You'll have a job, and earn your keep, like everyone else. No free gifts here."

"A job?" she asked, looking amazed, "I never had a job before... What will it be?"

"Oh you just come here, and leave that behind." Veronica rose to her feet, and I did, following her. Veronica tried to snatch at the rabbit's sheet, but with alarmed squeaks, this proved difficult.

"Let her keep it," I urged, "She'll give that up when she's ready to." Veronica shrugged, and took the rabbit's hand instead, guiding the busty girl along. I watched the rabbit's ass move through the sheet, growing stiff as steel as my mind wandered with imaginings of what was under that sheet.

We stepped to some beat up iron doors that were just behind the temple. Veronica said something that sounded like a prayer of some kind, then shoved hard with a hand. The door swung open as if greased, showing the dusty remains of an old kitchen. "This is a special place,"explained Veronica, "It was once a divine kitchen. Only special people can prepare things here, but I think you have it in you. There's only one way to know for sure though..."

"What's that?" asked the rabbit as she looked around. Some of her reservations seemed to be lifting as she ran her new paws over kettles, pots and the huge stove in obvious admiration.

"Well, you have to cook, obviously," said the vixen with a laugh, "If it's not meant to be, it will show in the food."

The rabbit nods slowly in comprehension as she glances back at me. I'm still ragingly hard, and she goes red, looking away, then back at it again. Veronica moves over to her and takes a shoulder, "Go on, ask him," she whispered in one of her long ears, "Go on."

She shook her head rapidly and firmly, a blush all through her nose and ears, but she still stared at me, and it, bobbing as it was. She finally wrenched her eyes away, but, consciously or not, was not really paying attention to her sheet anymore, allowing it to droop just far enough to see a breast here, or a hip there. Aw man, a teasing display. I wanted to grab her right then and show her how I felt, but I held myself back for the moment.

She approached the pantry and opened it, empty, with cobwebs. She gestured into it, "How can I cook, there's nothing here."

"You have to focus," explained Veronica, "Dream, hard, of just how badly you want to cook, hold it in your heart, right here." The vixen reached out and put a paw on one of the rabbit's breasts, right over heart. The minx, she knew I was turned on, watching her grab a breast so 'innocently'.

The rabbit nodded though, and closed her eyes slowly. The pantry suddenly slammed shut, thunk! The rabbit jumped almost a foot straight up, then reached with a trembling hand to pull it open again. Full, full of flour and sugar and milk and cream and everything else one could need to bake delicious things. She gasped with delight and immediately began grabbing supplies, rushing it over to the stove, "Oh, I've never baked before," she said as she started doing it anyway. In all her excitement, the sheet was entirely forgotten, falling to her ankles as she bent over the stove.

That sight had me blind. Blind for all the world but that perfect little wiggling ass. Her teardrop tail was twitching back and forth excitedly as she went about cooking, but I couldn't have given less care to what she was doing at that point if I tried. I approached her silently as she worked. She didn't even notice me until my hands had landed on her hips. She squeaked, then blushed as I lifted her up. She looked over her shoulder and saw my shaft and the hungry look in my eyes. She slowly nodded her head. All the permission I needed. I was soon in her, holding her, even as she stirred and mixed and worked. We worked together, against one another. My hips crashed up into her plushly furred bottom as she whisked. My balls slapped up against her as she cracked eggs. When she had everything in the oven, I had her on all fours, wailing and crying in pleasure. When the egg timer chimed, I released into her, filling her, making her sweet voice rise in unison with the gentle reminder that her food was ready.

Trembling, she pulled the oven open, and pulled out a simple looking cake. I helped her to her feet and we gazed at the cake. Chocolate, one layer, no icing. Never saw a simpler cake.

"Well?" asked Veronica. She reached and grabbed a fork, "I'm trying it," she announced, sinking the fork into the cake and shoveling it into her snout without hesitation. Her eyes closed and a slow 'Mmmmmm' came from the depths of her chest, "Delicious." she purred.

With the announcement, the room brightened. The dust and cobwebs melted away and rust gave way to lustrously buffed steel. The kitchen had returned to life, its chef found and proven. With a wet bubble pop, a familiar blue orb appeared in the middle of the kitchen. The jungle queen was back, "Very good, very good. Child, you will be my chef, here. Won't that be delightful?"

She nodded slowly, then suddenly blurted, "My name's Sammy."

"Sammy, is it?" said the queen, "Very well, Chef Sammy, I am your Queen, and you are now my Chef, a royal chef. As a royal chef, you will have assistants."

A chorus of small cheers rounded out as pygmies rushed out from hiding places in the jungle and crossed the temple grounds to file into the kitchen area, saluting, and shaking Sammy's paws eagerly.

Sammy looked overwhelmed, but was nodding, overjoyed at how things had turned out.

It could have turned out much worse than that, I figured.

She suddenly looked towards me then, "Can I keep him?" she asked.

The Jungle Queen shook her head slowly, "He is taken."

Veronica was swift to agree with this, grabbing me at the cock possessively. "I saw him first, Sammy, get your own."

Sammy's ears wilted down, "But... he's so nice, and, um..." she went red in the ears, "Big, and good. I don't want to bake all alone, even if I do have helpers." Her legs were rubbing together lightly as she spoke. Great, I went and woke up the nympho in her along the way.

The Jungle Queen spoke, "I am not without compassion. Your needs are important, even those for a male. My servants, now shared with you, are male too, you can see."

Sammy looked to the small helpers, and shook her head, "They're smaller than I am, and I'm not that large," complained Sammy, "What help are they?" she stepped up and put a paw between the legs of a raccoon pygmy, rubbing the male softly across his small sheath, "Not large enough," she protested.

The Jungle Queen waved a hand, and sparkling blue magic struck the rather happy racoon straight on. He squeaked, then gasped, then grunted as he began to swell with every stroke and tease. He was soon a little taller than Sammy, and advanced on her. She squealed in surprise delight, hugging the suddenly right sized male as they teetered precariously, then fell over backwards, splat! There went the new cake as Sammy's shapely rump landed right on it, splattering it across thighs and tail in equal measure. Neither seemed to notice the mess as they began to kiss and grab at one another. He was soon aiming up his now heavy member, and sliding it into her already wet and wanting passage.

Looking up towards the Jungle Queen, I asked, "How did you do that? If you can just magic up men, why would you, er, need studs like me?"

The Queen shrugged softly, "The pygmy is working as much with her own desire as my own magic. He does not have the true spark that you carry in your balls, but it will satisfy her, and delight him besides. She will take whatever male she wishes of the servants, when the urge strikes her, unless you do want to stay with her?"

Sudden pain flared from my left footpaw as Veronica stomped it long before I had even the faintest chance to consider staying with Sammy. I yowled and grabbed at the sore foot, rubbing it and muttering.

Despite this, Sammy was having quite a time of it, rocking against her lover with increasingly urgent motions. He grabbed her and flipped her over, spreading chocolate cake across her belly as she pressed her ass back against him. Wet slapping sounds signalled the sincere acceptance of Sammy's new position.

Veronica leaned over and grabbed one of my hands, tugging me towards the exit, "Come on, let them have their fun. It'll be better if you're not there to distract her when she's done." Just as we got outside, I heard Sammy's shrill squeal as she hit peak. I could picture her curvy form shaking in climax. I bet she'd be a nicer owner than Veronica, but as much a pain in the ass as she was, Veronica was mine. I reached for Veronica's shoulder and pulled her close as we walked, and we leaned on one another as we went, satisfied.