FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Krev’s ears flicked as he heard the bell above the coffee shop’s door open. He looked up out of curiosity. It’s not like the cafe was never busy, but it was usually quiet around this time which was perfect to get his work done. The wolf at the counter was wearing a stunning purple jacket with the sleeves cut off and tight black pants which drew attention to the lightly swaying white tip at the end of their gray tail. He grabbed the paper cup from the barista and turned around. Krev buried his face back into his laptop but he caught a glint of the wolf’s smirk before he did, obviously caught staring. The paper cup dropped onto the glass table next to his laptop.

“Like what you see?” the wolf asked, putting a paw on the fox’s laptop and closed it slowly, drawing them to look up.

“S-sorry… I wasn’t trying to stare or anything.” Krev admitted bashfully looking at the wolf’s eyes, or eye. The left one was covered by a bandless black eyepatch with an old scar going down the middle from top to bottom making it hard to believe it was just for show. But their right eye, piercing red, felt like it was staring him down four times as hard.

“I get that a lot. Name’s Wolf.” Wolf introduced himself, taking a sip from his coffee leaning back in his chair.

“Wolf? Seriously? I mean that’s a bit odd but mine’s Krev. It’s nice to meet you.”

Krev tried to distract himself by taking a sip of his own coffee but he kept finding his eyes drawn to their purple scarf… and the exposed chest fur below.

“Well I’ve never met a wolf more wolf than me so it’s only fitting.” Wolf gave another smirk, leaning back. “Especially not that last one that thought they were so confident, had them begging me to own them after one night…”

Krev felt his face go a little red as he choked on his coffee. Sure he was hot but he didn’t know anyone could be so forward.

“Anyways I gotta finish moving into my new place, just wanted to take a look around the area. Here take this.” Wolf left a CD on the table and left without another word, just a wink to the fox as he opened the door.

Krev reopened his laptop and got back to work with an annoyed huff. That was it? Some kind of musician just passing around CDs and using a bit of flirting to avoid it being rejected And seriously? Wolf? Obviously just some kind of stage name to promote mystery, the eyepatch and scar were probably fake too. No way was he going to fall for that mysterious fur act.

He couldn’t focus. Shutting the laptop with a little more force than expected he shoved it into his laptop bag and stood up to leave, finding his eyes dropping to the CD on the table. He considered leaving it, but it was almost like he couldn’t resist himself as he slid it into his laptop case and left the cafe.

Krev’s door slid open and he locked the bolt behind him, panting. He couldn’t understand why but he had practically ran home. He dropped his bag on the couch and pulled out the CD looking at it, plain gray, unmarked except for the sloppy sharpie lettering that read Wolf’s Mix Vol 2. He looked at his laptop but it didn’t have a CD tray. Nor did his desktop.

“Stupid antiquated tech…” Krev muttered to himself as he pondered how he was going to listen to it. Then he remembered his old tower he had upgraded from about half a decade ago. No one bought it when he put it up online, and he told himself he would strip it down for parts. But he had lazily just tossed it into a closet somewhere and forgot about it. But he knew it had what he was looking for so he spent the next few hours tearing his house apart looking for it. He couldn’t find it though, until he pulled an old blanket out of the first closet he had looked in and found the computer sitting in the back corner.

“Typical…” He whined, dusting a decent layer of dust from the top with his paw, bringing the boxy computer back to his desk. Thirty minutes later and it was all set up.

His finger pressed the button, watching the computer slowly spark back to life after being brought out of early retirement, his paws trembled as he popped the jewel case open and removed the CD. He hesitated for a second, wondering if it was some kind of virus pretending to be music. It didn’t matter anyways, the computer was old and even if it got bricked, it would just be more reason to toss the thing out. The read light flicked on and off. The media player came up after a minute of anticipation. He clicked over the play button.

The music started off quiet, with an odd little spiral visual spinning in the media window. The music grew louder, more spacey with odd electronic beats that traveled around from one ear to the other, feeling like it was almost spinning around in his head. Krev leaned back in his chair taking the music in. Strange echoing drum beats reverberated in the opposite ear on the occasion. It was spectacular, like nothing he had ever heard before. Even the spiral visual he was staring at seemed to be pulling him in, it looked like it was bleeding outside the media window, then outside the computer, then it was all he could see. He felt like he was falling into it, being dragged down deeper and deeper with each passing second as the sounds bounced all around him. His body went limp, drool fell onto his chest.

The fox blinked, then shook his head. He must have spaced out. The media window showed a giant play again button, he shook the mouse seeing that the 45 minute CD had finished. He peaked over at the clock in the kitchen. It really had been that long. He was entranced by that music more than anything else he had ever listened to. He had to find Wolf again to tell him how amazing the music was, but when he tried to recall what exactly he liked about it, he couldn’t even remember it. He couldn’t even really recall what the music had sounded like in the first place. He looked back at the clock, there was plenty of time in the day. His heart raced as he clicked the big play button in the middle.

It was dark, Krev wondered how many times he had listened to the music. It started taking some kind of shape in his mind and he could almost remember what it sounded like, but nothing solid formed. He turned the computer off while stretching, it felt like his whole body was asleep, which he figured he should do. Maybe he’d try listening to the album again tomorrow was the only way he could pull himself away now. He trudged blearily over to the bedroom and closed the door behind him. He checked to make sure the window was locked, before making the obvious motion to unlock it. He was confused why though. He always made sure his windows and doors were locked, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t bring himself to relock it, instead he opened it wide.

“I-I mean it is a tad hot in here…” the fox reasoned. “Besides, this is a safe neighborhood anyways…” Krev was too tired to really worry about it, by the time he had stripped and gotten under the covers he was already fast asleep.

Back in the cafe he tapped away at his laptop, it wasn’t even to get work done. He was trying to find out who Wolf really was but from what little he could find online it seemed to suggest he really was named Wolf. Mainly a very very spicy account, with multiple pics of them, and their thick knot poking hard out of his sheath in his hand, but all the most recent pics were showing off a gray wolf with dull eyes. Sometimes they were bouncing on the larger wolf’s dick, more often than not it was videos of them pounding their own tailhole with toys until their sheat spurted through the tight chastity cage all the while laying on their back in a crate labeled Splicer. That was, weird. Each picture of that wolf was followed by a link to some adult streaming site. Krev’s finger hovered over the link, slowly building up the courage to click it when the bell’s jingling snapped him out of it and he smashed alt f4. Wolf grabbed his coffee and sat down across from the fox.

“Sup?” Wolf asked casually, resting his foot paws on the table.

“N-not much…” Krev started before the curiosity forced the words from his muzzle. “Who’s Splicer?”

“Oh, them? They’re nobody. Just a little pet project of mine. You could meet him if you want, but he’s kind of got a one track mind now…”

“Y-yeah I saw… I listened to your CD.”

“Oh yeah?” Wolf’s eyebrows perked up inquisitively, trying to figure out if the fox was lying. “What did ya think?”

“It was great!” Krev said louder than he had hoped. “I mean it was alright… Though I have to ask, what genre is it?”

“It’s my own kinda genre, not quite anything but if I had to say it’s closer to TRANCE.”

Krev felt his body grow hotter. Something about the last word he heard was emphasized in his mind, even though Wolf had spoken it like all the others. But still, he felt his mind growing fuzzy as if it was filled with staticy reverberating beats, coming back to him in little bits and pieces of his multiple listens to the album.

“O-oh tranceeeee… yeaaaaaaaaaah…” Krev felt like time was slowing down and his words slurred and hung a little bit.

“So I take it you really liked it then?” Wolf took his paws off the table and leaned forward expectantly.

“Yeah! Can I listen to volume one?” Krev felt his attention snap back into focus, needing to respond to the wolf’s words.

“No, that’s not a good idea, Splicer was the last one to listen to that one. It was mind blowing, too mind blowing…”

“Alright fine.” Krev couldn’t help but let out a little whine. He didn’t like how patronizing Wolf was, but something in the back of his head was telling him it was only natural. Something told him he should listen and hang on to every word the wolf said, to obey every word. It scared him a little bit, and turned him on. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, crossing his leg over his leg to hopefully hid the bulge forming in his jeans.

“See you later!” Wolf chirped, hopping up from his seat, satisfied to know the fox listened to the files he had sent.

“W-wait!” Krev called back, but Wolf just walked off, pretending not to hear the needy fox. “Damn it…”

Krev felt a dot of pre forming on the front of his jeans.

Back home Krev was stewing in front of his computer. He had unplugged his old tower in favour of playing a few games. But it wasn’t satisfying his needs. He looked over at the other computer, biting his tongue to keep himself from breaking. Something was off, that weird head spin Wolf sent him into when he heard the word trance, the hazy eyed wolf who had their ‘mind blown’ by the first CD. But hypnosis wasn’t real, it was just a coincidence. Just a coincidence. Just a…

His train of thought was broken as he dove under the desk disconnecting the input cable from his tower, changing it over to the old one.

“Krev what the hell man, why you afk? We need you to tank the nex-” His friends words died along with the computer as he yanked the power cable out to give over to the old computer. He clicked the power button on.

“Come on. Come ooooooooooon…” his paw tapped anxiously as he watched the booting window close and his desktop popped up on the screen. He had to stop, stand up, go for a walk, do anything but what he was doing. But that musical ear worm was calling out and he couldn’t resist the swan song any longer.

Dude?

Where did you go?

Everything good?

Messages starting flooding into his phone from the raid group, he barely managed to take the time to type out a quick:

Yeah family came over, had to dip. Next week?

He started playing the CD for whichever playthrough this was, he had lost count around four last night. His phone clattered to the floor as he fell limp, already drooling. It was such a pleasant feeling, how could he resist? But he should resist? Something wasn’t right and a small voice, nearly drowned out in the sound surrounding him begged him to stop listening and break the disc in half. The next drum beat thundered over the voice, drowning it out until it was nothing but garbled syllables that he couldn’t make out.

Too many times, too many times he listened to that playlist. It was almost dark but he was exhausted, turning in early he left his window open again as he slid into bed. His sleep was troubled and he spent nearly the whole night getting no sleep, tossing and turning over and over again. At some point he had an odd dream about a dark figure coming into his room and whispering in his ear, then he drifted off.

He shot up in his bed, his head hurt, his back hurt, his ass hurt and his cage was straining. Cage? He didn’t own one of those… At least he didn’t think he did. He pawed gingerly at the bars, confused why it felt so natural around his sheath. He shrugged it off and jumped out of bed, it was probably nothing after all. He was a forgetful fox at times, must have bought one some night and forgot, then put it on last night, and forgot. He slipped into his discarded clothes, which he must have forgotten taking off last night. The only thing he remembered was he was supposed to go to the cafe, which was where he spent most mornings anyways but something deep inside him told him this was an important thing he could never forget.

The bell dung, Krev sipped his third coffee of the morning anxiously, tail wagging as he looked at more videos of the dumbed down wolf on the laptop. Surely they were just pretending to be a stupid puppy to get views, but they did seem to be happy in either case. He wondered what it would feel like to be so dumb it would be impossible to string two words together…

A coffee cup broke him from his browsing as he closed the tab to the now bookmarked livestream.

“Hey Wolf.” the bashful fox was blushing already, legs already crossed to try to keep his caged sheath from getting too excited to little effect.

“Hey little foxie. Get much sleep?” Wolf asked, spreading his arms across the back of the armchair he was in as if he owned the place.

“Well funny you mention it, I don’t think I did. Maybe it was too hot in my room? I opened the window and everything but I remember sweating a lot.” Krev admitted, trying to drag the memory of the odd dream he had last night to the surface.

“Leaving your window open?” Wolf asked with a cocked eyebrow. “Shouldn’t do that… Lots of weird people out there.”

“You’re right, I should stop doing that. I still can’t shake the feeling I had a weird dream last night of someone crawling in through it, but then everything went black. Maybe I was just subconsciously anxious about that happening though.”

Wolf smiled, knowing something else happened last night. He couldn’t wait to see the look on the fox’s face once they realized the truth.

“Yeah, maybe. But maybe you should…” Wolf paused for dramatic effect, dragging the moment on for what seemed to be forever.

“REMEMBER…”

Krev’s eyelids drooped as he slumped back into his chair right after he heard the last syllable of the word. Then it felt like he was falling through the chair, through the floor, through a pitch black void, falling face first. A dot of light formed at the bottom of the void as he rushed towards it. He wanted to scream as the dot grew bigger but his mouth wouldn’t move, soon the dot grew into a picture of his bedroom, and he was falling towards his own body tossing and turning in his bed. He closed his eyes, he was so close he was going to crash into whatever was happening, and at his velocity he was sure it would be a lethal collision.

Nothing, the falling stopped but he wasn’t dead.

He gingerly opened an eye and watched as the dark form stood at the side of his bed.

“WOLF?” Krev squeaked out, unsure of what was going on or why the home intruder was his cafe crush. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”

“Shhhhhh little pet. It’s time to go out, don’t you remember?” Wolf responded as if he belonged in the room.

Krev didn’t know why but he crawled out of bed and stood naked in front of the wolf. He didn’t question the harness, or the collar or leash. The only thing he did was lock his bedroom window as Wolf led him to the door. He locked the door behind him and pawed the keys over to Wolf.

“Now that’s a good kit…”

Krev didn’t respond, just let the wolf lead him down the sidewalk. Despite the odd looks he got from the passing furs he didn’t pay them any mind. He was meant to be the wolf’s pet why should he be concerned with them?

‘The fuck is he doing?”

“Put some clothes on…”

The voices of furs he passed on the sidewalk entered his ears.

“Don’t listen to them…” Wolf cooed into his ear. “They don’t understand what it means to be a GOOD KIT. You’re a GOOD KIT Aren’t you?”

Krev was a good kit, he couldn’t deny the word burrowing in his head, suddenly all the looks and words the passing furs gave him were lost in a haze. He only cared about where the wolf was leading him to. They paused in front of a house.

“You ready, KIT?” Wolf asked as he stood on the sidewalk.

Krev could only nod his head, forgetting how to form a proper sentence. They two walked up and entered the door, entering the house feeling the heavy base of the music coming from the living room speakers.

“WOLF!” A random otter called out when they passed the threshold. “I thought you weren’t coming tonight?”

“Well my little KIT here was a little too easy to convinced to come so I figured why not?”

The otter apprehensively passed his eyes up and down the spaced out fox.

“They’re not drugged are they?”

“No! Of course not, you can test them if you want… but I know you want to test out something else…”

The otter bit his lip, he knew the wolf was suspicious as hell, but they hadn’t had a good piece of tail in weeks.

“Ok, let’s head upstairs then…”

Krev was drooling, leaned over the bed being inspected by the otter. They yanked his tail up, eliciting a dumb moan.

“Hold up.” Wolf interjected.

“What?” The otter asked, already slathering lube all over his rock hard erection.

“Pay up..”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.”

“I know that other wolf was priced but this one too?”

“Either pay up or fuck off.”

Krev was leaning over the side of the bed, he knew they were talking about him but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to be a good kit like his owner instructed. He heard the subtle crinkle of plastic money exchanging hands, and then the otter mounted him.

It lasted less than five minutes. Krev moaned and pressed into the otter and soon they shot spurt after spurt deep in his ass, but it was hollow. He was still entirely unsatisfied. The otter collapsed on his back, panting heavily, fully spent.

“Next?” Wolf called out to the que that had formed outside the bedroom door. A doberman entered, already hard.

“I’m going to break that little bitch…” he bragged, pawing at his rock hard knot.

“You’re welcome to try.. For fifty…” Wolf purred.

“Fifty? That other bitch you brought was twenty?”

“Yeah he was already broken though… If you can knot him it’s fifty, if not, I’ll pay you twenty.” Wolf pocketed the twenty the otter gave him. He Leaned into the bed, intent to beat the doberman.

“Don’t let me down, KIT.”

Krev felt his head swim, he wasn’t actually selling his ass out for money, was he? But as the doberman mounted him, he lost his train of thought, rolling his head back and letting out a long moan.

“F-fuck…” The doberman was already pumping in and out of the fox, pressing his knot harder against the fox’s tailhole. Krev moaned out. Knots were the only thing he wanted, and this doberman was above average, taking the fox’s sloppy seconds, grinding hard against his loose hole.

“I ca-can’t hold it much longer…” the doberman panted. Their dick throbbing, telling the fox they were already close to cumming deep in his tailhole. He grinded hard on the knot, trying to force it in, but it still ached a little bit, making him tense up.

Wolf walked over to the fox, tracing his claws up their back before pulling hard on their collar.

“You better not lose me this money…” Wolf leaned in, making sure he was hissing in the fox’s ear. “So just… RELAX.”

Krev let out a long moan as his back involuntarily arched. A voice told him to resist the wolf’s words, but the knot throbbing against his tailhole was begging to be let in. He took a deep breath, the doberman slammed hard, Krev slammed back harder. One second, two seconds, three seconds. Krev felt the knot slip in before spasming and shooting a hot load of cum deep inside. The doberman leaned over and took the fox’s neck scruff between their teeth, pumping hard as they filled his ass with seed.

“Pay up…” Wolf growled, tapping his paw expectantly.

“Wh-whatever…” The doberman violently pulled his knot out with a wet squelch. Handing over a bill to the wolf’s outstretched paw.

“Next?” Wolf called out to the long line that had formed outside the bedroom door. Tonight was going to be lucrative, and he was going to milk the fox to the last drop.

“W-wait I need a break…” Krev panted out, his ass was stretched out, leaking the otter’s and doberman’s seed.

“We’ve just started…” Wolf grabbed the fox’s paw. “But if you really can’t take anymore… just SINK…”

Krev felt his whole body go numb, then a long line of furs came in using him one after another. No matter how many furs fucked him, he was still needy.Always on the verge of an orgasm but never given it.

“Alright let's get you home…” Wolf said, counting the bills in his paws. Krev had lost count of how many furs had fucked him. He heard a long string of syllables leave his muzzle, but they were incomprehensible.

“The fuck?”

“Is that cum?”

More furs commented on his state as he walked by them on all fours. Wolf just smiled and asked them if they wanted a go. They looked down and scurried off. Wolf brought the fox home, pushing him through the window and crawling in after him.

“Good job my little kit. Now meet me at the cafe and most importantly… FORGET.” Wolf whispered in his ears, Krev let out a soft whimper before falling into a deep slumber.

Rising… rising… rising…

Krev let out a long moan, his hips bucking. The feeling of thirty cocks railing his talihole hit him at once. His maw dropped open and drool pooled onto his chest. He whimpered, his caged sheath was throbbing and soon enough he was spurting into his jeans.

“F-fuck…” Krev panted. It took five minutes to recover from his multiple intense orgasms. He looked up, blushing. All eyes in the cafe were on him and he shuffled down in his seat to avoid it, but he knew everyone could tell what he just did. He reached a paw down to the dark wet spot on his jeans and gingerly pressed against it. Licking his own cum off his paws he didn’t care about the whispers around him. It was worth the humiliation.

Once he ran out of his own cum and gained his bearings again, he looked for his friend Wolf. Wolf was long gone. In their place was a CD resting on the table. Krev picked it up and looked at the front of it. Solid gray with sloppy sharpie lettering read Wolf’s Mix Vol 3.

Krev stuffed it in his laptop bag and jumped out of his seat. He left the cafe, face burning red, sprinting back to his house. He needed to know what the new CD sounded like. He knew the only way to see the mysterious wolf was to listen to it again. His fingers trembled as he hit the play button. The music started, the spiral swirled in the media window.

Krev listened, he couldn’t imagine resisting.