FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The Hounds of Tyre. In any just world, it'd be a nice little pub located in Colchester, around Scheregate Steps. A great local spot for Monsters but nothing beyond that microcosm. Sadly, it is a great pub for Monsters, which makes it a shining beacon rarely seen in towns or cities in this country. In a way, it's weirdly expected to pick up the slack for neighbouring towns as a refuge for Monsters. I mean you see our old protagonists who incredibly live in Nottingham still frequent the place, cos despite the distance it's still an incredibly important place for Monsters to feel a slight reprieve from the horrors of living in a Human supremacy.

To this end, The Hound has employed a network of Faeries to set up corridors all across the country, so any Monster can access its wares. In Notts specifically it can be found in an alleyway off Castle Boulevard, all you need to do is consult the Fae transportation app: Shortcut (referring to the the Fae's tendency to use this very magic to trap people in teleporting labyrinths... As a little prank of course!); go to the allotted place or even pay an extortionate amount and a Faerie may even come to you! It's one way to pick up some coin in a Human's world.

A location that is such a boon for Monsters can't be allowed to exist, of course, and over the years The Hound has been under constant attack from state legislation and domestic terrorism such as the HHA (Huntsman Humanist Association). By some miracle The Hound has survived these constant attacks throughout its life, due to a combination of community support as well as sponsorship from the MCP (Monster Community Project), a collective of organised Monsters providing resources to ensure Monsters survival. From providing accessibility to Monsters to thrive in an anthropocentric word, to clean up crews to cover up instances of Monsters needing to defend themselves from Human violence. Essentially making sure there is as little ammo as possible to justify Human's running a tank through the establishment.

This is what The Hound of Tyre represents in its modern context, though for its founder, she still sees it as her little sinkhole she established all them years ago. She was a Monstrous spawn of a Demonic Cephalopod that crawled onto the beach looking for a prosperous life and to provide sanctuary for non-anthropamorphic Monsters like herself. Yes, despite the brown suede suit she's squeezed into, tentacles exclusively fill its contents. With a pink body of an Octopus posing as the "Head", She finds she is better able to interact with an anthropocentric world like this, especially as the demands of her pub started to outpace their original intentions. It gels well with how she wants to start a new life on the surface, even her name was abandoned, going by the nickname coined by her patrons "Karakaren" she swears it's a temporary name; that was a decade ago now.

She would love this to be the triumphant tale of how she persevered with her non-anthro body, showing you don't need to assimilate to Human standards to thrive in this world. But oh, how she does pine. It's one thing to resist assimilating into a Human, but to resist being able to easily connect with the Monsters whom you have found yourself in the trenches with. Karakaren hates feeling like this, deep down they do think themselves weak for craving it, but they often fantasize about wielding the fingers, that can run down a solid chest hiding inside of their buttoned up shirt. Or better yet, the feeling of another doing so to them, the best this current body has to offer to taking a sperm sample one day and pushing out some eggs. She can choose to do that whenever she wishes! No pleasure, just banally efficient, but the spectacle that anthropomorphic people take for granted.

Oh, she does pine for it, even tonight as she's cleaning out the glasses, she looks beyond the bar to see a couple in one of the seating. A Scylla and their Merfolk partner. She pretends not to see, but she can spot the way they both slowly drag each other's appendages up each other's bodies, the slow reclining into their chairs, the sudden spasms of pleasure that get them to sit upright, the repressing of their moans.

It's all she can think about as she retreats into her office to get some much-needed admin done. She tries to hold her concentration enough to read the letters that were delivered to the pub. It's the usual stuff, pressure from the local authorities and council, threats that can be sent on the government's dime with a nice little insignia which makes it totally different from a note thrown taped to a brick, though the violence threatened is the same. Not to mention the financial blows their utilities are trying to use to bleed them dry, nonsense extra charges that'll take days of waiting on differing departments to get waived, costing the most precious resource of all: Time. Why are they doing this? Well, the very people sending threats likely have access to their ears after all. A fake charge or two every bill for a hefty donation isn't putting them out too much, none.

Something about today leads to Karakaren to just start sitting on the floor, it's all so much at once. A reminder this was supposed to just be an unremarkable pub, a grace that any Human would be able to easily achieve. But any such thriving from a Monster needs to be eliminated immediately of course. Her mind goes back to the couple from earlier, all this stress might be worth it if such an embrace laid at the end for her, if she possessed the form to even receive it.

Her mind drifts from being currently present, which is the perfect condition for her to miss what's happening in the room around her. Every twinge of despair she feels, every second of entertaining throwing in the towel, the room around her seems to react in turn. As if crying out alongside her, the pipes creek and the floorboards beneath her whine. It's as if the building itself was worried about losing THIS landlord in particular, perhaps she possesses something that only the very bricks of the pub could perceive. Karaken keeps drifting into fantasy, she pictures an almost abstract images of her solid form being caressed and cared for by the two patrons earlier. It has to stay in this fantasy, as there's not exactly a way for her current form to even masturbate to this play by play.

But in the throws of this train of thought, a shift in the room so violent that even she could feel it drags her back to the present. She hoists her head upwards, supported by her tentacles inside of her suit. She inspects her surroundings, now being able to hear the cacophony that surrounds her. A thump bangs from the wall in front of her, which now has her undivided attention. She could swear the walls themselves were gyrating, as if they were blood vessels of an unseen heart, beating in rhythm. This captivation however meant she failed to notice the drain pipe above her slowly crawling down from a crack in the ceiling, that just so happened to have a nail protruding at the end of it. It manages to successfully reach its target, pricking the Octopus in the back of her head.

She gives a startled yelp and swings her head around, but this more than enough time for the pipe to slink back into the ceiling with ease, with Karakaren only being able to spot a crack that somehow is able to slowly fade away from existence. Before she can even react to these duology of evidence that the room itself is somehow alive, she starts to feel sharp feelings of pain, sharp, stinging, spasms, tight loose tight loose

twanging limbs flying

growing growing something growing from the head below

Below, below? Below another tentacle?

No no no no something more

Big mass growing growing pain pain the pain of becoming

Like birth pawning protruding from the head a neck, neck!

Thyroids

further mass something else comes

it grows veins lungs hearts blood, beating beating beating...

tentacles fusing, marinating bone, birthing biome itself

joints the muscles surrounding, lest the tips, the surviving parts

can extend from the solid

the rigid, the joints, the bones

the bones

growing from bones

so many tiny tiny tiny little fingers

the index

the ring

the thumb

they all grow below the tentacles

forcing colliding to the mass

it all comes together

it all fuses

it all connects

The bone, the ribs, the hearts, the blood, the bleeding, so much bleeding

The feeling it starts to become

The sensations, the fingertips, the chest, the pussy, the feeling

the feelings

The feelings

The feelings

The things we feel now we never could

the points of feeling intersect, the muscle, the bone

to feel for purpose

to feel pointlessly

the bounty is ours, as we grow, as we become in a kaleidoscope of pain and death

we now ARE

yes we can feel we touch we can be touched we can live we are we arte we are we are we are we are we are we are we are

and the agony of a thousand deaths was the only price and now what used to be dies,

the old organs decay and set aflame as the new idol become we are we are awe are we are now thus we are awe are awe are qe arewugrffduveufefg3rg

---

it is unknown how something can sustain such pain and still wake moments later with air in their lungs and blood in their veins, but somehow our Karakaren has managed this feat. Even when the lungs in which to fill with air are brand new and a foot lower than they used to be. She had hands, claws with nails on the end, her old tentacles laying just at the base of her wrists, they still moved like they used to just at the end of these new appendages. Same with the legs and feat, all attached to this new torso, all full of bits, converging points of sensitivity and fully on display for all to se- aaah shit.

In all the... God what's the right word for this. Growing? Expanding? Existing now? Well in all the... That. Yeah, her clothes are fucked. These are clothes that fit a bunch of tentacles masquerading as a body not... A body. Well this is uuuhhh awkward. After some futile brainstorming, including asking can you convert spare bar towels into a dress (no, you can't) she resigns to the fact she will need her staff's help. It's kind of silly, she's been this for like a few minutes, there's a sense of lack of ownership that makes the embarrassment seem kind of silly in hindsight right? Yeah okay, let's stop being all silly and just call them in. She grabs her phone and still with her tentacle muscle memory intact (just kind of jabbing at everything with the back of her index finger) she texts two of her staff who are behind the bar today.

After half a minute or so, two Monsters open and come in through the door, before seeing Karakaren in something I guess the brain registered as naked after looking at her enough and slam the door back shut. She goes to speak but just musters some weird noises of air escaping through her beak. Oh shit she has a beak, she was an octopus? Well she thought so. This is all so much.

After a moment both Monsters slowly open and peer through the door again, this time taking time to process what they can see. Perhaps it dawned on them, Karakaren in their old form couldn't really be "Naked" so that is uuhh... Weird. The two Monsters are Xi, her Jiangshi bartender who was creeping behind the other staff; a Gorgon. Granette (she/her) was covered in yellow scales, sporting a hairdo of several green snakes with pale coloured bellies. She wore a matching green low v shirt with a purple pencil skirt. Her most striking feature was how had two legs, y'know typical of Anthro's but both didn't extend to feet, more like she was a Naga with two small bottom halves. To accommodate this, she wears some brown boots, but with a hole made in the back for the rest of her "Tail" to come out off, supporting her like a heel of a typical foot. the kind of Anthro-assimilating that Karakaren was all to familiar with.

She gives the two a little wave as they slip into the room and slam the door behind them.

-Boss? What happened here? It looks like... you got attacked with the... Torso virus? Xi asks confusingly looking at Granette.

-Bodyitus. Boss did you get the Bodyitus? Asks Granette.

Karakren points to their mouth, trying to convey it's hard for them to speak. They try their damnedest anyways. Her like... Throat situation is new, but no massively different, she is some kind of cepholopod still at least. She through force and experimentation starts to get the hand of how the air and the folds and the voice do. She beckons Granette to come closer.

-I... I... g.. guh guh.... gough ooott it. She forces out.

-You got it? Got what boss? Asks Granette.

-Buh... Bough... bug bugghh buhh.... Bough-dee-eyetus.

The Gorgon laughs out loud as Karakaren learns in real time how to place her limbs in a way that lets her sit up, also sitting! That's new. After a while she's able to speak at her old pace somewhat. She is still so naked tho, but thankfully one of the room they permanently let out was to an Arachne tailor who specialises in Monsters clothes, in fact she made Karakrens very outfit she wore before.

-Granette... Need, aayyee-uh need you, jeck up steers, for Arch, to mack me sum 'ew cloffs. Tay cake, munny frum till.

-Clothes? Yes! Of course, I guess your stuff is all ruined now huh. Granette observes. Okay be back in a tick!

The Gorgon rushes off, leaving just Xi with the Cephalopod. Xi has been standing near the door covering both his eyes with his hand this entire time.

-Shee, se, Xi. I'm gunna need you ta see me to help ya no. Karakaren explains.

-Sorry to hear that. Replies Xi, refusing to take his hands away from his face.

Thankfully, it's barely any time at all before Granette comes back with clothes. Even more miraculously, they fitted Karaken's whole vibe. Dark brown jacket and trousers, with chequered pattern and a blue shirt for underneath and new matching brown beanie for her new sized head. The clothes fit, instead off just wrapped around her everything, which is a new sensation.

-This is amazing. Says Karakaren, mastering her new shaped mouth by this point. I'll have to head upstairs and thank and compensate Arc for the good job later.

-Well, I already knew she wasn't in today, meeting or something. But that new place opened up "Better Days Are Coming" so I just poped there. Granette explains.

-How? You were gone like not more than ten minutes?

-Oh, she's talking about the place two doors down from us. Explains Xi. It's a Monster owned store, just opened.

It's a kind of convenience she isn't used to, to just go into a store and clothes that fit are there, and you can buy them with money? Alien.

-I know this is probably a weird time to bring it up but, I'm gonna try out a new name. The Cephalopod announces.

The other two Monsters look at each other with excitement, they've been waiting for this day.

-Yaaaaaay, but any reason why now all of a sudden boss? Asks Granette.

-I feel uh, life has given me a subtle hint that maybe it's time. She replies, as she gestures towards herself.

She then kind of looks around the room, refusing to meet the gaze of the other two monsters as she mumbles under her breath:

-Coleo.

Granette gives a warm smile as she walks over to her and grabs her hand and gives it a firm shake.

-Nice to finally meet you Coleo.

-The era of the Karen Kraken is over? I can't belive it! Shut in party surely? Asks Xi, pointing his eyebrows as much as anyone possibly could to Coleo's direction.

-Fucks sake, any excuse with you lot. Coleo complains, through a giggle. Yeah, fuck it. Alright. Will give me some excuse to train with having, feet I guess? Fuck me.

She raises her feet and gives her toes and tentacles protruding from her shins a little wiggle. Just weird, just a weird thing all around.

-But the days not over yet! I'm gonna ask the others if they can cover for me and also y'know for the lock-in too. Coleo Announces.

The other two salute as they get back to behind the bar. Coleo walks, oh god walking aaaaaa this is new, towards a chair and sits down, sitting on a chair also new! Aaaaaa.