FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Posting my old works from the old OOPs threads on /trash/ from back in the day. It's formatted like this because it was a greentext, and this will be the format for a few of my earlier stories before my writing style evolved.

Enjoy!

(thumbnail art by Chochi)

---

Interesting species, the Indrel

Insular, but cooperative

Humans can pay to get through their mountains, and they *do* have to get through them

But one can't buy anything from them, since they don't have much use for coin beyond it's conceptual utility

So, they're lousy merchants

In fact, one of the only things they could possibly sell is the one thing they absolutely wouldn't: royal jelly

A borderline mythical substance, only supplied to a few lucky travellers by a drone desperate to escape, and even then only in small amounts

It's rumoured that the jelly, when consumed, gives humans the ability to know the thoughts and feelings of others

The Emperor of Kalleg Dar was rumoured to have drank the single draught produced by the defector Indrel before she went mad

He then promptly had his entire court executed for 'loud and seditious thoughts'

He then addressed his capital, something like half a million thinking minds, and began to bleed profusely from his eyes, ears, mouth…actually, it'd be easier to list what orifices he didn't bleed from

Long story short, you're raiding an Indrel hive for the same reason that Kalleg Dar is now run by a toddler: royal jelly

Indrel are funny critters

They don't talk, for one

For two, they're huge creepy bugs with luminescent eyes and a whole bunch of limbs that bend in wrong directions

Luckily for you, they shed their shells and their first and (usually) only method of identification is by scent

So, walking right into an Indrel hive whilst wearing a discarded shell may sound easy, but every time an antennae tapped and prodded you, there was a moment of abject terror

But you made it, there it was, the brooding chamber

You approach what looks like hundred of pale, waxy barrels, the incubators for the eggs

If that fruity researcher's head was screwed on right, the largest incubators would be for queens and high-castes, and therefore absolute full of the stuff. All you need is a flagon of the goo and you get, like, ALL the gold

You pull out a small drill and make a tiny hole in the waxy shell of the incubator, soon a steady trickle of the thick white substance oozes out and into your ready and waiting bottle

As the bottle fills, you heat up a lump of beeswax in your hand and when you've taken all that you can you squish the soft lump into the hole, plugging it

No sense in potentially killing a baby queen

You notice a small amount of the royal jelly on your finger

No

Don't

In your mind you go over all the various reasons why sampling the brain-melting cum-looking stuff excreted by giant bugs is a bad idea

A stupid idea

A retarded idea

…

Tastes kinda spicy-sour, but also sweet?

Using a shedding to cover your scent. You're very clever

Yes, I am, you concur with…yourself?

Wait, what?

But you made one mistake

These words in your head are from somewhere else, along with a whole lot of mildly affronted irritation

You turn around and see a huge, somewhat annoyed Indrel guard towering over you

She was much larger than any drone you had encountered coming in

That's *my* shedding you're wearing

Aw shit

So now you're cocooned in Indrel webbing and wax, it's pitch-black without your glow-stone but you can sense your guards so clearly that you may as well be able to see them

This is fucking weird, human brains are not wired for this sort of thing

You tell your guards that your nose itches

They think something to the effect of “That's nice."

So, Indrel can be patronizing

Ram or whatever the fuck his name was would be thrilled

You ask them to scratch it

They ask you if you're sure, you infer that if they comply with your request your nose might not stay on your face

You tell them you're hungry and thirsty

They exchange thoughts with each other, the vibe you're getting is that of malicious amusement

They call someone and that someone comes

She's a smallish drone, perhaps four feet tall crawling about like she is

She's giving off waves of…something

Interest?

Happiness?

Regardless, you sense no intent of dismemberment in her as she clambers up to you, her glowing eyes darting all over you

“Hhhhhhiiii!" She croaks. “Khhhhungryyyy?"

You open your mouth to say 'yes' when she lean forward, locking her hard smooth mouthparts onto yours

A low gurgling sounded from deep in her thorax, followed by a rush of hot, thick paste flooding your mouth

You try and spit it out, but her mouth has formed a tight seal around yours

You have one option: swallow

You do, gulping down the slurry; it doesn't taste bad, but not good either

You decide that if beige was a flavour, it'd be this

The flow stops soon after you swallow your mouthful, but what feels like a tough, leathery tongue pushes into your mouth and starts moving around, exploring

It was almost…sensual?

The guards soon come over and shoo her away, their vibes harsh and rough

She does so, but looks back at you

She sends you a thought, something like "I'll be back for more"

You can't decide if she's talking about feeding you or

Something else

You don't know how long you've been down here

Without the sun passing overhead, it's impossible to tell

Could be days, could be weeks

Even your feeding schedule is erratic, with the perky, grabby, way-too-friendly Indrel only coming when you start feeling hungry, with seemingly vast stretches of time in between

You ask the guards what time it is

They think some nonsense about the fifth stage of the tertiary egg-cycle

You try singing to annoy them

You try talking to imaginary friends

You just make sounds for a while

But mostly you just think, mediating on your current predicament, lapsing into despair, and then finding a well of strength to draw upon in an inspiring way

You do this like five or six times

The Indrel guards hiss something and storm away, radiating agitation and annoyance

You're on your own again, for a little while anyway

Then she's back, your feeder

“Hhhhhelloooo" she buzzes. “Hoooow aaaaare youuuu todaaaaay?"

You tell her that besides being held captive by a bunch of bugs for God knows what reason, pretty fucking dandy

"Kkhkhkhkhhhh" she…chuckles(?) “Thhhhaaaat's goooood. Dddddandy is gooood, hyeeeees?"

So, she's sarcasm-blind, somehow

You ask her why she's talking to you and not, you know, doing the brain thing

"Hhhyou are khkhkhquieter when making moutthhhh sssssoundsssss" she said, smiling blithely “Youuuuu maaaake much ttthhoughtssss and ssssshaaaaare theeeeeem. I was tooooold to maaaaaake ssssoundssss witttth youuuu tooo…"

shut you up, got it

You ask her if she knows what they've got planned for you, since they probably kill intruders under most circumstances

"Oh hyyyyesss!" She says, too excited “Intuuuuuders froooom otherrrr khhhhives are khkhkhkiiiiiilled very!"

You ask why they haven't killed you yet

"Wheeeeen hhhhumaaaans come ttttthhhhrough the passssss we willlll giiiiive youuuuu back for coiiiiin!"

Aw fuck

"Hyouuu arrre thiiiiinking louuudly agaiiiin," she says, concerned. “Pleeeease dooo not. I will beeeee replaaaaaaced ifffff you do not stooooop."

You ask her what you should do, no one's going to pay much for your thieving ass and they'll get sick of you eventually and oh god oh god ohgodohgod

She hisses at you and thinks in no uncertain terms what the Indrel do with loud, annoying grubs such as yourself

It's a pretty bad mental image, but it shuts you up

“When youuuu make mouthsoundsssss, it keeeeeps youuuur mind quiet," she says, her concern for you radiating off of her “Ssssso maaaake them. Saaaay woooords."

You don't know what to talk about, you're freaking out

She sits down in front of you, an excited smile on her face “Telllll meeee a ssssstory."

You run the fucking gamut

Personal stories, anecdotes, religious parables, legends, tales, and all manner of yarns

She seems to really like fairy tales though

Like, a lot

Especially the part where the Prince rides off with the Princess, or any manner of romantic stuff for that matter

The excitement rolls off her in waves whenever there's so much as a kiss

You finish up a story where the handsome Prince Holsten kills the Mad King Boltz and ascends the tower to marry his beautiful daughter, Princess Coarin, and rule the kingdom as a just and righteous king

You leave out the part where they may or may not have been siblings

"Aaaaand theeeen?" She clicks excitedly. “Whaaaat hhhhappens when marrrrried?"

You guess they had kids who would probably go on and do royal things

"Befoooore tttthat," she says, pointedly. “Befoooore brood is booorrrn. Whaaaaat happenssss?"

Oh

OH

Okay, so she wants you to get…explicit

“Theeeey kisssss?" she says, hopefully

Yeah, probably

She leans in, clambering up the waxy threads holding you in place, her face now getting uncomfortably close to yours “Khkhkhkissss…make little huuumanssss?"

Uh

No

You tell her it's more complicated and give her a brief run-down of the rough mechanics of the act

“Oh," she says, “Llllike the khkhkqueeeen and heeer kingssss? Tttthhhey also mate in tttthhhhisss waaaay"

You nod, saying that you didn't know how Indrel reproduced, but sure humans do it that way too

"Oooonly tttthhey get tooooo," she said, a little indignant. “Onlyyyyy khkhqueeeeens get access to fertile maaaaales."

That's rough, buddy

You let slip that all humans everywhere get to mate, if they can get a partner

It's kind of our favourite thing to do

Not to toot your own horn, but you enough pipe in every town you visit to qualify as a city planner

She's looking at you now, eyes glowing in the dark

“Telllll me a sssstory, Anon," she trills, tracing a claw tip down the side of your face tenderly “Whaaaat comessss after khkhkhkisssss?"

You and your big stupid mouth.

You tell of how the totally not-related Prince kicked down the door to his not-sister's room

"I will now smash that princess slash" the Prince announced, Princily

Okay, you kinda suck at telling stories aloud, you'll just think about the story and hope she picks it all up

The Indrel runs her hand through your hair, tugging on it “Sssssofffft. Khkhkeep gooooing."

The Prince peeled out of his armor and his tunic, revealing his huge throbbing manhood, the Princess shuddered in anticipation, gasping and panting

The Indrel twitched, clicking and hissing, her excitement and fascination pulsing out from her like a beacon

The Prince pushed her down onto the bed, pulling her dress up and over her head, her large milky breasts exposed for all to see

She clings to the webbing around you, her face practically touching yours

Her thorax begins rhythmically thumping against the hardened silk and resin encasing your lower body

The Prince's hands run up and down her soft, smooth body, squeezing her tits and spreading her legs, grabbing her soft pillowy ass and pulling her hips towards his twitching manhood

Her abdomen was pulsating now, rushes of air rose up and hit you in the face in a rush of strange spicy pheromones

Indrel breathe out of their butts?

Whatever

The Prince lined himself up with her ready, waiting opening, glistening with her arousal, his cock pressed against her, causing them both to gasp

Her second set of arms unlatched from her back and dug into the resin to the sides of your head, hard dagger-like fingers digging into the stone-hard substance like clay

With a single thrust, the Prince was inside her, stretching her open around his thick cock, her hot wet insides spasming around his hard prick

With a guttural sound she snapped back, pulling at the silk strands holding you in place

There was a creak, a crack, and the whole cocoon tore away from the wall in a single piece

You collapse to the ground, legs tingling

She stands over you, her eyes five points of orange glowing in the darkness “Anon…Hyyy may not be a queen, but I want hyouuuu to beeeee myyy prrrrrince."

You have to pee SUPER BAD

Holy SHIT that feels good

You piss for what seems like five whole minutes

You're pretty sure you lost ten pounds with that one

She's waiting impatiently for you to finish, clicking and chirping in agitation

It dawns on you that you might be able to get out of this hive

You turn around and she's right in your brain again, thoughts buzzing

You weigh your options

She sees that you're done

Weighing your options

She walks over to you

Weighing your options

She rubs up against you, her four hands wandering, caressing, squeezing

Options weighed

Option 1: put a stop to this chicanery right now and trust in the cream of human goodness to deliver you from a horde of insects

Option 2: fuck this pent-up horny skank-bug and convince her to let you go

Ha ha, yeah right!

As a human and a bastard, you know just where most people lay on the greedy dipshit spectrum

You fumble around, pulling her into what you hope is a sensuous embrace

It's like hugging a suit of warm plate armor

And just what the fuck is that prickly shit?

Thank god for the total darkness

You really wish you had some booze right now, it'd make everything go a whole lot smoother

"Ohhhhhh Anon" she croaks, her thorax thumping against you legs rhythmically “Pleaaaase, bee gentlllllle."

You find yourself wondering how exactly this is going to work

Like, where does it even go?

You yank your pants down and grab your cock, working yourself up

It's been a while since you had a lay you could tell cringe-inducing stories about, your brother has that dick-packing hooker from Beletan, your friend has his (at the time) unknown sister, so you'll get this perky roach-girl

Despite the more or less constant terror these past few days it doesn't long for you to get hard, she lights up with fascination, chirping like an incensed sparrow

She senses your confusion and instructs you not to worry about it

You squawk in a rather undignified fashion when her hard, pincer-like hands clasp around your dick, holding it in place as she positions herself

What the fuck is even going on

You gasp as you sink into something warm, firm, and alarmingly slick, a groan rumbles out of your throat as she clamps down on you, vibrating as she chitters, her insides milking your cock as she starts grinding her…whatever it was on your lap

Hey, maybe this won't be so bad

What the fuck

What even the fuck is that?!

That researcher might still pay you even if you return without the royal jelly, what with all the choice Indrel info you'll have to share

For instance, they're…you guess what's on you might be a pussy? Anyway, whatever it is it's not soft inside, not completely

It's like there are these rings of muscle or cartilage or whatever connected to each other by smooth slick flesh, they contract and shift around and up and down your cock like an accordion

They squeeze around your shaft and undulate, she's not even moving and it feels like she's riding you like a rodeo

And then she would buzz, or chirp, or chatter, you'd feel it, those solid-ish rings would vibrate like guitar strings, making you gasp and groan in pleasure and they buzz around your cock

She'd build you up and up and up, and just when you're about to jizz she'd back off, slow down

She does this like five times and it dawns on you: she's still in your head, keeping you where she wants you to be

Nosy little…

You concentrate and push her out, a bit indignant at the invasion

It also occurs to you that your whole plan depends on you knocking her bug socks off, so you decide that two can play at that game

You push into her mind while also, grabbing her thorax and pulling out

“Anoooon?" she buzzes, you can feel even that on your dick “Hhhhwhaaaat arrrre hhyouuu–?"

You jam it back in, staggering her

You also feel it

No, really, for a second her defences were dropped and you could actually feel your dick in her

From her perspective

Well, that's interesting

You continue to pound her, too fast and hard for her to raise her mental barriers, her mind slipping into pleasure as you bury yourself into her caressing vibrating hole

Lost in the both of your sensations, you fail to notice her pushing her way back into your mind

She starts buzzing, hard

She's sharing your pleasure now, too, and she likes to make noise

The vibrations intensify, so do her contractions, she's getting close now and so are you

You start to pant and thrust with abandon, pulling nearly completely out before burying yourself to the hilt in her bizarre, incredible body

You're almost there, and she's clicking and roaring like nothing you ever heard before, you you feel every pitch shift and bassy thrum on your dick

And so does she

You try to speak when she suddenly starts speaking, your words coming out of her mouth “Khkhkhkeeeeeep ssssshoooouting hyuuuu noissssey skaaaaaank!"

She cums abruptly while you're still in her mind, you share it for about a second before you're flushed out of her brain by a wave of pleasure and back into your own head

A rush of hot jelly squirts out of her, coating your groin and legs in thick, slippery slime

You pant and grunt, grinding yourself into her hot twitching hole and cum like a broken aqueduct

You moan and gasp, cock twitching and hips bucking as you pump load after load of cum into her

You lean back and prop yourself against a wall, completely spent

Your dick pulls out of her slowly before springing out with an audible pop, followed immediately by a slash of hot bug slime

Well, that was neat

"Hyouuuu cannot essssscaaaape yeeeet," she says, clicking contentedly

You attempt to deny the allegation, but you just got finished feeling her feeling herself around your dick

These have been a weird couple of days

"Hyuuuu will hhhhhaaaave to…" she chitters, radiating what felt like amusement. “…sssssscent yourselffffff mooooore."

Oh, is that what we're calling it?

"Wheeeeen you sssssmell more liiiike meeee, you khkhkhcaaaan waaaaalk ouuut" she said, walking over to you “Buuuuut until thhhheeen…"

Eh, you've heard of worse deals than that

She snaps to attention, projecting feelings of agitation and alarm

"Geeeet to the waaaaall!" she says “Nooooow!"

You do and she take the piece of resin and silk she tore from the wall off the ground and slaps it over you, spitting gobs of goo at the seams and rubbing it up and down

Two guards turned the corner, inquiring as to what all the noise was about

She thinks something like 'You wanted him to make noise, so he made some noise'

They seem to accept this explanation, and to drive the point home you start thinking about random shit as loudly and obnoxiously as possible

The guards growl and show themselves out

She turns around and pulls you down again “Hyuuu good fffffor anooooother goooo?"

Hey, you gotta get that bug stank on you somehow

So, after a couple more, err, 'sessions' you are suitably fragrant enough to attempt an escape

She guides you through the pitch black maze that is the hive

There were a few sphincter-moments when other workers waved their antennae at you, but for the most part it was uneventful

You reach the back entrance of the hive and bask in the sun, breathing the clean fresh mountain air

You turn to look at your friend, here in the bright daylight you can actually see her for the first time

She's…pretty cute, actually

You say all your thank you's and praise her for being a…unique lay

She simply smiles (they can smile?) and scampers forward, pulling you into a multi-armed hug

With that, she heads back into her hive, leaving you to show your way out

It's not until you're a ways away from the hive and well on your way to a weigh station that you reach into your pocket and find a translucent waxy pod of royal jelly

It's not a whole bottle, but you're pretty sure it'll still fetch you a king's ransom

Thanks, You Noisy Skank