FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Most employees of the Hayside Breeding Company travel to their destinations as efficiently as possible. Although clients may enjoy edging in the sexual sense, forcing them to wait past their appointment time isn't good for retention. Plus, every negative survey that gets filled out decreases Hayside's ranking on the ORGASM index. After a bundle of poor hiring decisions in the prior quarter, their YTD numbers haven't been looking great. To get them back on track, Flashers are being utilized to improve their employees' timeliness.

Sort of a teleportation device, Flashers have revolutionized the breeding industry. They allow employees to create a copy of themselves by getting a full-body scan. Once the copy is created, the company can flash it to any receiver in the world. Intrusiveness aside, the downside to this technique is that the copies can't survive very long away from their host. However, that hasn't stopped wealthy clients from requesting their services. Who can resist a threesome with twins programmed to milk as much pleasure from you as possible?

It's natural to think that today's story concerns one of these Flashers, then. Their introduction has created scenarios so preposterous and rich that the creative arts are the only way to do them justice. But today, we are talking about an oddity in the breeding business; someone who is quite extraordinary in their own right.

Zenli flatly refused to use Flashers. This wasn't due to any moral qualms over privacy, Hayside had statistics on his sexual tendencies down to his average cum production by mL, he just didn't think they warranted all the hype. At the ripe age of 27, Zenli had quite the eye for the archaic. While breeders five times his age scrambled at the opportunity to use a Flasher, young Zenli preferred the ancient art of walking to achieve his goals. He believed it gave his services a level of intimacy Flashers would never achieve.

With how spread out everyone lives nowadays, his journeys were always a trek. Sometimes, Zenli needed to head out a day or two prior to the appointment time, walking over razed mountains or cragged ravines if his clients didn't live in-city. He always travelled with a long, wooden crate, shaped more like a coffin, on his back that held his supplies. Essentials like food and water, but also breeder-specific items like towels and aphrodisiacs, were common occurrences.

The shaggy ram didn't talk much as there wasn't much to say. But that worked in his favor; it added a layer of mysterious charm that captivated his clients. When Zenli showed up at their doorstep drenched in sweat, hair covering his eyes, and holding his company holo-tablet with their appointment data, panties were coming off soon after. The higher-ups at Hayside didn't know what to do with him because, while he was slow, booking thrice fewer appointments than his coworkers, Zenli's ORGASM numbers were off the chart. He was a top performer in every statistic, breaking long-held records and regularly topping regional and even state-wide lists. With a harem of deathly loyal clients who swore up and down about his abilities, Zenli was an enigma to everyone at Hayside.

Our story today is a bit of a strange one because although Hayside's most common clients were women in their estrus cycles, it wasn't impossible for a male to employ their services. Zenli treated them like any other client, of course. He had a brief conversation with them about their interests, set up an appointment, packed his crate with everything he'd need, then set out on his breeding journey.

Markus, however, was no normal client. He didn't even fit the bill of the stereotypical male client that had built up a reputation at Hayside. For one, he was tall; taller than Zenli for sure. When the wolf opened the door, Zenli was staring directly at his chest. He had to tilt his head up to look into his sunny eyes and smile. Secondly, he was extremely well built and dressed. With shoulders broader than the ram's and a waist that fit smoothly into his brown slim-fit pants, Zenli expected him to be some sort of model. It looked like Markus had just gotten a haircut, and it was all gelled up as if he were the one taking Zenli out on a date. His pitch black fur was combed to perfection as well. The ram would never vocalize his appreciation, but he could stare. And oh boy, did Markus like that.

“Come in!" the wolf exclaimed, gesturing inside the apartment. “Oh- and leave your shoes there. Make yourself at home!" He turned, disappearing inside and letting Zenli close the door himself. The ram took the opportunity to slip off his sandals and wooden backpack, placing both by the shoe rack at the door.

The inside of the apartment was as sleek as the wolf's appearance. A cream couch sat on a fuzzy rug to the ram's right. In front of it, a wide-screen TV. Rows of neatly stacked DVDs lined the white shelves, giving the living room an elegant vibe that Zenli liked.

Physical media like this was uncommon nowadays. With the affordability of holo-objects, most people scrapped their laptops and phones long ago; if they were even old enough to know what those were. Zenli, with his love of the antique, had seen such objects before, even though they were before his time.

The ram's nose twitched. An enticingly sweet aroma was coming from what must have been the kitchen. He could smell the tang of whatever spices Markus was cooking with; they danced in his nose, making him want to sneeze. If he listened closely, Zenli could hear a small pot bubbling. But as soon as he moved towards the sound to investigate, the wolf's voice cut him off.

“The bathroom is down the hall to the right. I thought you might want to take a shower. By the time you dry yourself, I'll be ready."

Zenli paused. This felt more like a command than a simple suggestion, but he would never fight it. Anything to make the client happy.

Showers were a laborious process for the ram. His lifestyle, combined with the insistence on keeping a large coat, resulted in dirt and grime being unwanted house guests that sometimes refused to leave. Markus seemingly thought of this problem and left him an extra tough brush to use. The rough bristles felt heavenly against Zenli's fur, and he took the time to brush out every inch of his coat for Markus. By the time he was done, his hands were a tad sore, but he definitely felt refreshed. The shampoo Markus left was a nice touch, too.

He left the bathroom a new ram, ready for his dinner with the wolf. Markus was waiting for him in the dining room, a chair already pulled out. Two glasses of wine were placed across from each other on the table. As well as two candles, roses in tall vases, and plates: a vegetarian one for Zenli and one filled with meat for Markus. The whole thing was ritualistic, but if that's what got Markus off, then Zenli didn't mind. That meat, though…

Markus laughed sharply. “I'm not so callous as to eat lamb in front of you. Some may find my profession abhorrent, but I assure you that I'm not evil."

The wolf did have something Zenli couldn't place. As he sat down, his eyes landed on an object he could only describe as a horned instrument with a disc in the middle. It must have been able to play itself, though, as there was only a hand crank to power it. Markus caught his lingering eyes once again.

“Ah, do you know what this is? I know you're quite young."

Young? The wolf hardly looked a decade older than him! Then again, you could never tell these days. It's possible that he had reset his age multiple times already. Zenli shook his head, stuffing some croutons into his mouth. Markus grinned.

“You won't believe your eyes, watch."

Zenli watched. The wolf adjusted something on the device, then spun the crank a few times. Eventually, scratchy, earthy, but full-sounding music began to fill the room. The ram froze. He had seen quite a few curiosities in his research, but nothing like this. It must have been some type of proto-DVD player. Markus laughed again.

“The look on your face. You youngsters never fail to amaze me."

Markus tapped his foot in time to the rhythm, humming quietly to himself as he ate. Zenli watched him too. The way he moved, dressed himself, how he was composed, the ram would have never thought Markus would request a service like his. He watched as the wolf lifted the glass to his lips, refined and classy. At the very least, he should have a husband already. Zenli bit back the thought as soon as it entered his mind. People had reasons for being alone; it wasn't his place to question.

There was one thing that finally earned the precious few words Zenli had to give. He nodded towards the instrument.

“What's it called?" With a voice as deep and smooth as the saxophone gracing his ears, the ram would have been able to seduce anyone. Even though Markus had heard it before, it still took him by surprise.

He quickly swallowed his food and looked at the instrument fondly. “A gramophone. This was my grandmother's. Whenever I visited her, we'd dance like wild animals." He paused and wiped his paw over the polished surface. “They were out of style even then; I made sure to keep it in good shape, though."

He looked back over at Zenli, who had another question for him. “Where's your bathroom again?"

The nostalgic gaze on the wolf's face cracked, and a much more mischievous one shone through. Grinning, Markus' teeth were on full display; two full rows of sharp, pearly white fangs that could easily tear into Zenli. It took him a second to regain his composure, trying to put on his usual smile, but the wolf was literally buzzing with excitement. His paw was trembling as he pointed behind him.

“Down the hall and to the right."

Zenli nodded and stood up. Of course, he knew where the bathroom was; there was no down the hall and to the right to be taken. Instead, he ended up at the front door, the loud music masking his heavy footsteps. Bending down to open the crate, he looked inside. The tools he assembled were more appropriate for a kidnapping: different blindfolds, zip ties, a large hoodie, a length of nylon rope, and…

The ram pulled on a pair of tight latex gloves. He had to snap the black fabric over his wrists, and the sound they made when he squeezed his hands together tickled something in his brain. It made Zenli feel powerful and in control; it was much easier to embody the character Markus wanted him to play like this. That's what being a service top was all about, right? Fulfilling every inch of your partner's fantasy down to the minute specifications until they are completely satisfied. They should crave you afterward. And Zenli intended to make Markus crave him.

Ducking behind the couch in the living room, he waited for the wolf to get up. And right on cue, the familiar scratch of a table leg against the floor could be made out over the music. The wolf poked his head out of the kitchen, feigning concern.

“Everything alright in there, Zenli? It's been a while."

Then, one nervous footstep after the other as he shuffled over to the bathroom. Zenli, stalking Markus with his eyes, did not move from his hiding spot. This was slightly off script. He was supposed to 'attack' the wolf when he left the kitchen to look for him. The part that Zenli hung on to, though, was Markus' description of wanting to feel completely powerless.

This strong and wealthy wolf had been at the top for practically his entire life; he had no idea what it felt like to be stuck under someone else. If he had a problem, money would solve it. He had forgotten what it was like to be someone's employee, cursed to follow the manic whims of an impotent boss. If he truly wanted to feel powerless, then Zenli wouldn't let him control the script.

“Zenli?" the wolf's voice came, now infused with genuine confusion. He closed the bathroom door and started making his way back to the kitchen. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, Zenli pounced, sprinting with a speed too great for a guy his size. Markus heard the noise, of course, but he could barely turn around before the ram tightened his grip around his jaw and mouth.

Eyes wide with fear, body stiff as a piece of wood, Markus trembled under Zenli. There was a beat of nothing, just the two staring at each other, the ram's hot breath on Markus' face. Zenli watched the wolf's paw, waiting for those three little taps. But when they didn't come, his lips curved upwards in a devious smirk. Time to push this, then.

Shifting his weight, Zenli drove Markus into the wall, causing a painting near them to wobble to the edge of its nail. With the wolf's mouth still in his hand, it was easy to lean in and take him. The kiss was vicious; instructions were to do with him as Zenli pleased, to pretend that they didn't plan this. So Zenli took. He forced his tongue inside Markus' mouth, revelling in the way the wolf trembled under him. Markus' entire body was rumbling with pleasure as he moaned into the ram's mouth. When their lips parted, he was left panting and hot. This wasn't the only thing Zenli would conquer.

That nice, button-up shirt had to go; it was obstructing the view of the body Zenli wanted so bad. Even though he didn't have a wolf's claws, Zenli's nails were formidable in their own right. In fact, if he strained hard enough–

A rough nail broke through the tip of the glove, giving Zenli just enough of an edge to slice through the shirt. With a clean cut, a gaping hole was torn into the fabric, revealing the wolf's delectable black fur, which covered his chest, ribs, and stomach. The ram placed his hand on Markus' chest, feeling the rhythm of his rushed heartbeat reverberate through his arm. He moved his hand down, dragging the nail against the wolf's fur.

Exploration was a key part of Zenli's profession. Since he preferred to travel on foot, he had quite a mental map of his city and the surrounding territories. He could almost use his memory like a holo-tablet, visualizing zooming in on certain areas by spreading his fingers apart. The ram would do the same to Markus; map his body from the small scar hidden beneath tufts of fur on his cheek to the sheath that was so curiously locked behind the leather belt the wolf was wearing. Once Zenli reached it, he unfastened the metal buckle, pulling on the belt hard until it lay limp in his hand. They wouldn't be needing it anyway.

Zenli dragged him to the bedroom, carrying the wolf with an ironclad grip over his wrists. Kicking the door open, he took stock of his surroundings. It was about what he expected. A beautiful king-sized bed despite only Markus living here, multiple bookshelves filled with various topics, but a large section was dedicated to law, and several of those large disc-looking things he saw on the gramophone earlier. They were on the wall, shelf, and even the door.

Tossing Markus on the bed, Zenli used the rope from the crate to tie his arms to the bedframe. The wolf struggled slightly, tossing and turning in the covers in a faux attempt at freedom. Once he found out that rope burn hurt more than his prey roleplay, he stopped, panting in exasperation. Sweat was running down his face and chest, and his body was hot to the touch.

Next was the blindfold. Zenli wrapped it around the wolf's eyes, fastening it tightly to make sure Markus wouldn't be seeing anything. As much as he wanted to hear the wolf moan, the ram thought it'd be equally cute to hear him struggle with something in his mouth, so he continued to cut off the fabric of Markus' shirt. Once he had enough, Zenli smushed it into a dense ball and stuck it in the wolf's mouth as a DIY gag. Markus' pants had congregated around his knees at this point, revealing his black boxers.

Time for some fun.

The sheets were silky soft under Zenli's knees as he straddled Markus, who was currently trying to struggle again. Their legs collided, but the ram was as solid as a statue; he ignored the fruitless toiling and pulled down the wolf's pants to his ankles. He ran his hands over Markus' legs until a finger slipped under his underwear. He kept it there, massaging the wolf's inner thigh, teasing him with a touch he had no plan of continuing. Markus tensed, moaning over the gag; Zenli moved on.

Completely over the wolf now, the ram bent down, using his tongue to lick from Markus' waistband to his stomach. Sweat, musk, and fur coated Zenli's tongue, and he couldn't get enough of it. He loved the way Markus twisted and turned every time he touched him. Whether it was his tongue or hands, the wolf pushed against the ropes in his faux-struggle. It was probably a surprise for him, not getting to see what Zenli was doing. The sheep couldn't wait for his reaction when he realized what was next.

Swiftly, Zenli pulled down the wolf's underwear, revealing his prize underneath. Markus' excitement was apparent; the wolf's cock was out in all its perverted glory. His dick was throbbing, heat emanating off it like a radiator while pre spilled from the tip. His thick knot was well out of the sheath, ready to be snugly tied. Unfortunately for Markus, the only thing that would be tied was his arms. Zenli, on the other hand, had free rein.

He took a bottle of lube and poured it over his gloved hand. What he was doing felt almost clinical, like a nurse helping their sick patient. Gripping Markus cock firmly, the wolf deserved a little pain, Zenli began to jerk him off. From the hungry knot to the thirsty tip, nowhere was spared. Zenli covered the wolf's entire length with lubricant, getting a series of strained moans in response. The rubbery sound of the glove against his cock only turned Zenli on more. Now it was time for the main course.

Slipping out of his pants, Zenli positioned himself at Markus' tailhole. Knees driving into the sheets, the ram's large body would be difficult for the wolf to struggle against, even if he wasn't tied down. The weight was just too much to bear; he was completely pinned. Zenli's thick, sheep cock teased Markus, pushing against his hole without entering, making him whimper and beg. It was music to Zenli's ears. He'd make this old lawyer feel young again.

And with that, his thrust inside the wolf. Keeping an arm on Markus' chest to keep him pinned, Zenli used his body weight to ram his cock to the base. There was no need to be subtle or patient; Markus wanted to feel out of control after all. His fluffy balls slapped against the wolf's bottom as he thrusted, deep grunts rolling over Markus' face. Beads of sweat dripped off Zenli as he concentrated on pleasuring himself. They landed freely on Markus' body; after this, he'd be covered in the ram's scent.

Zenli leaned forward even more, his rugged pants right next to the wolf's ear. He wanted Markus to hear his pleasure, how he was being used.

“Fucking slut," Zenli growled, his voice full of malice. Markus shivered under him, the ram's face practically touching his ear.

A bite was in order, and a particularly nasty one at that. If Zenli's teeth weren't made for grazing, he seriously could have taken a chunk out of Markus' shoulder. He bit down as hard as he could, feeling the wolf seize up under him. All he thought about was how he'd make this wolf his. Markus was just a fleshlight he could abuse as much as he wanted. What would his colleagues think when the wolf showed up to work with bruises around his shoulder and neck? Would they whisper behind his back or congratulate him? Ultimately, Zenli didn't care. All he wanted was for Markus to not be able to get the taste of his lips off him, to be dreaming of the large ram on top of him while at work, how his cock felt inside him, scratching an itch he hadn't been able to fill in decades.

Zenli let go, panting into the wolf's ear. “You like that, huh?" he teased. Even though he didn't expect an answer, Markus nodded slightly, a tear forming around his eye. Tiny pinpricks of blood formed around the bite mark the ram left.

“You're the biggest slut I've ever bred."

Markus' whole body shuddered.

He tightened around Zenli's cock, trying to milk him for everything he was worth. Good timing, too; the sheep was close to orgasm. Even though it felt amazing, he couldn't sustain these repeated thrusts and full force for very long.

In the heat of the moment, Zenli snatched the gag from Markus' mouth and forced their lips together again. Driven by pure lust, the two couldn't keep themselves from each other. As their tongues collided, Zenli could feel himself reaching climax. He relished Markus's taste, craving more of it; he wanted all of him. And he'd take because Markus was his for tonight.

Zenli painted the wolf's inside with his seed, sending a load that would've made any of his female clients pregnant. He broke the kiss, shifting his focus to Markus' needy cock. Grabbing it once more, he hurriedly jerked the wolf off, helping him climax as well. It showered all over the ram's gloved hand, and Markus was left panting and sweaty. Zenli was much of the same, practically dirtier than when he arrived. He fell on top of the wolf, coating him in his scent. Markus would never forget this moment.

Pulling out was tough. The sweaty sheep wanted to give it another round, but he was pretty spent. Plus, it'd be a breach of Hayside's contract. Slowly, he pulled out of the wolf, untying the knots and removing the blindfold in the process. Markus looked at him with reverence as Zenli lazily fell onto the bed next to him.

“Need anything?" the ram asked, kissing the older man's shoulder.

It took a moment for Markus to respond. He was too busy taking in everything that had just happened.

“Are there discounts for returning customers?"

Zenli smirked. “When you give me perfect scores on the survey you're about to receive, I'll make a deal for you~"