FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

By ShadowFox97

Original concept by Maneating Kangaroo

The room was small, armored, and set with a card-lock that slid the door shut instead of open if the pad was broken. King needed the room like this in case anything went wrong while he was in it-if anything went wrong at all. The fox was almost clinically paranoid with the things that had been going on at the facility. He was sure that things would come crashing down around him at any moment.

A week ago, a trainee COPS agent returned from a routine stakeout. He was hysterical about the events-he and his superior were attacked on the way back and the veteran, a close friend of King's, was killed in the escape. The attack apparently had nothing to do with the parasites they were supposed to be investigating. This didn't sit well with the fox but the military element within the facility dismissed it as a routine mishap.

In the weeks that followed the incident, weapon projects were dropped, extermination missions were cancelled and many of the agents and scientists with the operation started to act suspicious. Recon missions were the norm now with the R &D groups assigned to examining the behavior of those inflicted with symptoms of venom. That's what King was doing in the room-watching his share of that week's collection of women being brainwashed in a semi-pornographic fashion. He kept his eyes on the screen, sure that there was some sinister pattern of behavior in the moans, some Morse code in the way that girl's labium was flaring...

King shook his head and pulled his tired eyes away from the screen. "Goddamnit... I've been at this way too long," he pushed himself out of the seat and looked down the set of terminals in the room. The first one closest to the one that he was watching had lists of assignments and missions that had been cancelled. Many of them had Bishop's approval saying that each one would help tip the scales in their favor, some of the others had been put in effect to slowly dismantle everything that his friend had worked so hard to accomplish. The computer next to that one was monitoring the other rooms in the facility that were being used and how long the people in them were using them. It also kept track of people that were moving along the halls and blinked yellow whenever someone seemed to be headed for the room that he was in-it was his warning system so he could keep the last computer that he was using a secret. The last one, which was right next to the window that went down the length of the small room and was closed with a steel shutter, had designs of one of the projects that were supposedly cancelled.

It was a special design, an armored battle suit meant for mass extermination of the C-snakes but built to also handle a large number of other situations. What made the design special beyond the fact it was the last existing blueprint, was the fact that it was a modified prototype. The machine was tested and redesigned with virtual projections in that room the whole time the project was being dismantled. King sighed at this screen and tapped at one of the keys to check if anything wasn't running the way it was supposed to. "Diagnostic number zero-zero-eight-three, no anomalies detected," King nodded at the screen and smiled weakly. "Eighty-three checks... Man, I'm gettin' paranoid," he said when he turned back to the surveillance tapes.

He popped one disc out of the drive next to the monitor and slipped in the new one from that week's recon. Like all of the other tapes, this one started up with a black screen, a recording timer, and another girl screaming as she stuffed both of her hands into her pussy. She was a shepherd dog, her fur in that same black and white pattern that some of them had, her breasts were straddling the border between the largest C-cups and the smallest D-cups. King licked his lips-this one had a little extra meat around her curves and it was only made worse with her slick cream glossing down between her legs. He had to blink a few times to make sure that the milk coming from her breasts wasn't an illusion of the light. Venom junkies always seemed to be running a 'hot' streak.

"Damn it, these things are always the same..." He sighed, slipping his hand down his pants. "...The brass can't get on my ass for-" His jaw dropped. His collie was staring right at the camera, winked at it with a huge slutty smile on her face. The teams on recon were supposed to be stealth units, soldiers trained to just be a part of the crowd while they collected intel. Maybe she was looking at him... He thought, remembering that one of the tapes went from two solo junkies to a writhing orgy of sixty-a good number of them identified as high-ranking members of the order.

Then it happened.

On the one hand, as King rationalized it, the poor collie really was lactating. On the other, she wasn't a collie anymore. She sat up, aimed her breast at the camera and squeezed, obscuring the camera's view for a moment with a stream of soft-pink milk. The damn thing didn't even move as she spoke. "Mmm, whoever is watching the tape, just sit back and relax... We've taken over, it's only a matter of time before we've got the whole facility infested." King was alert now, watching the video desperately for details as the girl sat up and adjusted the camera, sat back down and started playing with herself again. "A freaking tripod! It's on a freakin' tripod!" As she moaned and writhed on the pillow under her, a slimy pink thing with black eyes slipped out of her throat sharing her expression, the nub being teased at the top of her slit by the tip of one of her claws started to grow and leak a glowing pink foam, her breasts followed by way of the cock with throbbing and leaking the same pink goo.

King new he should have started getting out of there, but his mind kept coming back to the one question that kept tearing at the back of his mind- why are we trying to stop them again? As luck would have it, he was reminded as more of the snakes started to burst from every orifice and pointed end of the girl's body, tearing the fleshbag away as they spewed their slime all over the walls and floor. The only remains that were really left intact were the cocks that morphed out of her as she was being torn apart, aside from that hundreds of C-snakes were writhing about what was left of the gore, hissing with satisfaction. "...Oh yeah. That."

In a frantic rush, the fox started collecting everything that was important. He saved the list of all the scrapped missions onto a jump-drive that he had with him, then his prototype, then after a moment's thought he saved a wholly digital copy of the recon videos- all just as the door to the room got a rush of knocks. He shut down each of the computers with a quick command, wiping them all of what he had been doing and went right to a blank wall, tapping it lightly for something. "Who is it!? I'm... A little busy in here..." He couldn't trust anyone with COPS, any of them could be infected. Hell, this could have gone right to the top! Why else would the best plans to take down the snakes be scrapped?

"King? King, it's me, Alley! Let me in, we need to talk about the videos..." King trned to the door just as he found it, a security panel for just this sort of emergency. King started to reach in when he answered back, "Why? Did you find something out, Doctor Knight?" He was a little frantic- the damn things may have been advanced when they took over and probably sweeped for weapons while they were setting things up. "Why are you so formal? Look, this is serious I think we should get out while we can..."

"You mean you saw it too? Why didn't you get out already?"

"I'm worried about you! You've been looking over your shoulder for the past month and I don't think you're in any shape to make a calculated move!"

She honestly sounded sincere and felt a little at ease now that he had a weapon on hand. Holstering it and the other thing that he hid in the room, he opened the door with the key pad beside the panel. "I'm glad you and I are on the same track, I just saw- Oh shit."

"What's wrong? ...Oh this? I... the others needed me in the locker room before I could come down... It wouldn't have been right just to leave them aching..." Doctor Knight was in fact naked. She was a bespectacled bunny, fur glistening with sweat and the air filling with the obvious tang of sex and heat. A hand was resting, groping really, at her breast as she made her first step into the room, legs spreading deliberately to show a slit that was hiding under a bush of overgrown fur. King thanked his Grand Star that he was half the room away from her, his weapon in hand. "You're one of them... Stay back, Allison."

"Aww... Don't be like that, King. I've seen the way you've looked at me, always undressing me with those eyes," The bunny took another step, reaching between her legs and spreading her pussy apart, the pulsing flesh leaking a thick pink nectar. "...You can't tell me that you don't want it anymore. It'll hurt my feelings..." Allison put on the most hurt face that she could muster while groping at her own breast, digging a finger deep into her pussy, her ears going from pink to deep red with blush, folding behind her head in that submissive look that bunnies in heat had at times. "I wanted you too... I wanted you so badly, King. I still want you, Please don't say no to me..."

God help the fox, even her tears were glowing pink. They were glistening and sticky like syrup as they dripped off her fuzzy cheeks and onto the floor as she padded closer to him. He could have sworn that he could hear muffled hissing coming from the bunny's body, it was hard to tell when she started moaning though, arching her back and presenting herself just like in the videos. She licked her lips, digging her entire row of knuckles past the lips of her pussy with barely any effort, that glowing pink juice leaking past her hand and onto the floor with a loud patter. "Please, King...."

A flash, light and the familiar smell of burning hair and flesh filled the room. Allison stumbled back with her hands out as if she were expecting a hug. In the center of her stomach was a hole that dug at least halfway through her. Her organs were far too pink to be normal and they moved far too much for a fresh wound- at least for a wound that should have ended up with all that gore on the floor. King took a look at his gun and adjusted a slide along the chamber. "Damn, I should have switched it to kill instead of left it on stun like that." Allison only cried more of her venom.

"You're so ungrateful... Just like all the others. You bastards never want what we have to give you..."

"Not like we really get to enjoy it babe, You kill us before we even have a chance to know what's happening."

"Goddamned prick!" The freshly wounded drone-bunny lunges at King as he fires his weapon a second and third time, the blasts from his weapon tears through her shoulder and completely obliterate her head, leaving behind... the snakes. The snakes in her body fly out just as the host skin is left behind, the black eyes glinting as the snakes fly about the room, hissing and twisting while others mist the air with more venom. King couldn't think of what he was doing faster than how he was doing it, his hand rushed to the side of the gun, flipped the switch to another setting and fired a solid beam that tore through the rush of snakes within moments, leaving behind of burned steel in the wake of the weapon's trace.

The mess left behind was... disturbing to say the very least but he couldn't stay to examine it and the behavior of his assailants. It was a more advanced collection of snakes than he'd seen, spraying their venom instead of just slicking down their prey. He had to get out before it started to take effect.

King ran as quickly as he could from the tank hangar, the room he held up in to do his research and tests was right next to it and the operating floor was awash with the snakes and hosts or hosts to be writhing in a pool of glowing pink slime. His office was where he needed to be now, it was the only place that had what he needed to escape. Hopefully he wouldn't run into...

"FREEZE! State your name and C.O.R.E. ID!"

Almost as quickly as they said it, both the guards were torn through with King's blaster. He didn't have time to play the obedient diplomatic scientist, the world was at stake. Back on his run, he put more effort and length into his strides until he was finally in the safety of his cluttered office. Here, he pulled out the other item that he trusted would be safe in the emergency panel in the lab, a square tablet with a red button in its center. Without a moment's notice he pressed the button and the back wall of his lab started to open with the hissing of pressure being released filling the room with floor-clinging steam.

At the very same moment the door to his office was being knocked on, likely more guards that were either sent by the clueless higher-ups or the snakes themselves. In a rush, the fox slammed his hand on the lock next to his door and coded the key with a new password so they wouldn't get in- things needed to be just right for this. The slamming on the door started just when the bolts for the door slid into place. "Finally, a moment of relief. Now I can work on this thing..." The fox turned back to the hidden door in his office and walked over. One side panel was grinding it's gears to open while the other stopped in place, miming the malfunction- King just gritted his teeth at the problem. "Damn it! If it isn't the fang, it's the whole damn maw!"

The door back to the hall groans when it's hit with another slam, a bolt popping out of place with one after the last- it's only a matter of time before they get in. King glares at the door for a moment then glares at the grinding blast doors, still struggling to open. Out of options, the young scientist squeezes himself through the blast doors and into the blackened room beyond just as the door to his office is finally broken in.

The troopers flood into the room, their guns swishing from one side of the room to the next, each of the men and beasts clad in heavy BDUs scanning the room for any sign of their target. After the tenth man clops his way in, his ringed tail brushing at the door as he takes position, a general steps in. The human dressed in a starched stiff uniform dyed in a deep green, the left side of his puffed out chest blazoned with medals of various significance. He gave the crowded room a quick sweep and addressed his closest soldier. "Report, Where is he? Where's the runner?"

"We think he retreated into the bunker behind the wall sir, permission to smoke him out?"

"Permission granted, I want him alive for questioning."

"Understood. And Sir, I think you should take precaution- we've found two guards burned out in the hallway. He might be armed with more than just a wave gun."

"Just take him alive soldier, let me worry about everything else."

The soldier nodded and signaled for everyone in the room to put on masks while he threw a canister through the jagged teeth of the blast doors. After that the men waited quietly, all but the general who tapped his foot impatiently on the tile floor of the cluttered office. After a while the gas from the canister started to flood back into the room as the blast doors creaked open further. The men brought their guns to bear, the soldier who'd thrown the canister called out through his mask for King to come out.

They weren't prepared to find an eight-foot tall MechWarrior pulling the doors open and firing its flap-gun at them. The rattle of the wrist-gun cut through them easily as the general backed out, just barely dodging a shot that tore through his right leg. The general limped his way into cover and listened- he could hear that someone had evaded the Mech's first onslaught and was fighting back, the bark of the assault rifle clearly unforgettable. Then the general heard the brief roar of a turbine followed by a dull thud against one of the office walls- the fighting in the room stopped. "General, have you seen the tank hangar?" Said King, his voice carefully augmented by his suit's equipment.

"I don't need to, I came from there. You really disappoint me kid, Allison told me she'd be right back with you, said she was sure you'd join us. You messed up bad, so very bad man."

Wood and plaster exploded with the ruined door following after it, the glistening suit stomping ferociously through the hole in the wall, the black mask of the suit centering on the infested general. The flap-gun on the right hand returned to its set position, the heels of the suit's hands met, and the light from the center of the palms lit up and screeched with building energy that traced out through the joints in the suit's hands. "How badly did I mess up general? You're the one who's gonna burn!" The turbine-noise roared again, the light from the suit's palms turning into a wide beam that shredded the walls and floor as the general was wiped away by the obliterating blast.

"Conflict resolved. All locally engaged units have been terminated," chimed the robotic guide voice for the suit.

"Locate and identify any remaining infested units,"

"Tactical relevance?"

"I want to secure the area for any survivors."

"Scanning... Error, there are no survivors. Scans show that ten of the previously engaged units were the only ones uninfested. All remaining targets are located in an area designated as 'tank hangar: zero-zero one'"

The screen inside the visor flashes and presents a detailed map of the facility, his destination flashing brighter than the rest of the green-colored map. "Fine. Full power to all systems- let's wipe this scum from the face of the planet!" Flaps and heels on the suit open up, the same turbine sound screaming as the armored suit jets down the hall, jumping into a wall at the very last minute. King comes through into the hangar, the equipment within covered hip-deep in glowing pink syrup and crowded with the naked staff piled on top of each other, moaning mindlessly as his weapons are brought to bear.

The vent-beam was almost ready to fire again when the arms of the suit are bound and pulled apart, throwing King off of his balance and into the mess at his feet. He swears as he hits the floor and starts pulling his arms, trying to work the suit out of the grip of the snakes as their hissing drown out everything else. He didn't even need the guide for the suit to tell him how much trouble he was in, he just had to fight, had to orient himself on a target and dominate the field. It didn't take him long to get his right arm free- that was all he needed to get started.

"Launch the welding lance!" the system beeped and shot something from behind. The same moment, King felt something land into his free hand. Without a second thought, King swept his arm and jumped for the top of the nearest tank. In the armored hand of his suit, he could see the sectioned bonelike handle of the beam-sword that freed him, the blade flickering bright white as he slashed it across more of the snakes that swooped in to bind him. The flap of his left wrist popped open and started firing at the masses again, shredding the flesh sacks that held hundreds of C-snakes fabricating within.

"Weapon advised. Trearch cannon to terminate all engaged units."

King kept firing at them, the snakes, the people that used to be his colleagues, the monstrosities that they were turning into in order to fight him as the thought about the suit's suggestion. He extinguished the lance and reattached it to the spine of his suit, jumped down into the pool of venom and set up the order. He set his arms at his waist, as the cannon charged the venom around him started to boil, the snakes that tried to bind him burned to ashes. Inside of the suit, King watched as the power levels for the suit rose to dangerous levels- he waited for the very last moment.

The chest plate fractured into three flaps and fired a wide beam that tore through everything, evaporated the venom in the hangar, and melted any equipment or debris that had just been out of the beams line of fire. Over the course of a minute the room had been cleared, everything that could melt did, the walls behind King were scorched black while the walls in front began to collapse under their own weight. The suit reached its limit just after the snakes reached theirs. "Well, for a test run... I'd say the mech runs just fine."

"Operator, disengage the emergency active assault?"

"Affirmative, run diagnostics and prepare an escape route. Make sure any incoming aircraft can't find me."

"Order confirmed, input MechWarrior call sign and operator identification." The fox went limp in that armored shell, catching his breath after the past hour of hard fighting, barely escaping a parasitic infection and just barely getting to the new weapon that he had to work the kinks out of. On top of everything, he now needed to give the suit a name along with his own in order to get running. After everything that went down, King needed to keep running now that he cleared out the base and all the fresh new members of the Venom's order. So far, the fox counted himself as one of the last men standing in an ongoing war against the parasites- he had to stick it out just a little longer. "...Me against the universe. How fucked up is this day gonna get?"

High over the lights of the city, the suit was flying away from the base, away from the residential sectors and just beneath a layer of cloud cover so no one could see. King watched it all pass by under him as the suit flew, the jets at his back pulling the rest of him along without a stutter of turbulence. "Bahamut, play back the downloaded recon tapes. Maybe I can find some use in those glorified pornos."

"Affirmative, playing recording two-two eighty seven for operator Artemis King," the tape played and King let out a loud groan. She was a shepherd dog, her fur in that same black and white pattern that some of them had, her breasts were straddling the border between the largest C-cups and the smallest D-cups. "For the love of god Bahamut, play the next tape before it reaches the end mark!"