FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Will I write a different one of these everytime?

The answer is no, I am not writing a separate one for each one. Dedication to such a long favorite of many, is one of the primary reasons to even wanna write these. Inspirations stems from a mixture of sources, some which even come from my own young life. Furry fantasy fiction isn't real life, and isn't intended to be. I do not condone any of the actions defined in this story. Warnings I believe are in order here. Scat - Watersports / References Of Sexual Actions With Minors. (Cub) Characters. If you do not know the difference between Fiction and Nonfiction, then do not read this. If I were to ever write Nonfiction, it would be half fiction journalism. (Gonzo). Inspirations for these four total stories isn't completely known any longer. I've had these stories for a while, but ever since I took them down from where I originally uploaded them to, I hadn't placed them back up anyplace. Why Now? Truthfully, I hadn't an idea which stories I would release after taking down so many. I guess in a very real way, I was waiting for the reason why these are even going up. Wait for someone to miss them, and request them. Of course there's also stories which I wrote, that I have been meaning to release back in, written for others, is the reason why. Stories I wrote which I had no particular reason to write, other then I just felt like it, I guess I'll be the same thing. If someone remembers something I have written at another time, I'll see what I can do. If I still have the stories requested, I'll see about posting them someplace. Will there be more (Pooh) stories? At this moment I have, but as of yet haven't used my new Pooh Plush. He's got double SPHs, and I could have it almost like Pooh is blowing me. Is that confusing or distracting, just because I openly admit to being a plushophile? It's an answer though in sorts. If I have a plushie of something, the want to write about it may be stronger. Do I condone sexual actions toward stuffed toys? How about a question to answer a question. If you had sexual contact with a Christopher Robin or say, a Bart Simpson stuffed toy, will they grow up with the grim memory of what you done to them, and then be psychologically scarred the rest of their lives? Since the answer is an easy no, then it can't actually harm the psychological complex of a stuffed toy, because they don't have one. (a psychological complex) that is. The only thing you really may have to worry about from time to time, is wearing out their stuffing. A bag of filling I believe is no more expensive then say... 5$ at an arts and crafts shop. Some Wall Mart stores probably carry it. There's a verity of types you can get too. There's also discount stores, which if they don't specifically carry that particular item, they often do have cheap pillows which can be torn apart for it. So really I encourage it, more then I discourage it. Thank You For Both Your Support, And Attention.

Page Intentionally Left Blank

Good day, starting like any other. Nothing to place me on me guard. The weather seemed warm, and I slept a little longer, before getting up. Of course, going into autumn, things should've at least been a little on the cool side,, but it didn't seem to place me on my guard anyway. The place I was laying seemed soft, and I just couldn't complain. I finally opened my eyes, realizing I was in a strange place. It appeared something like a tree-house home. I had a glance around, and saw pictures on the walls, which resembled some sort of cat family. I began questioning my mind, as I woke, to realize, my body didn't seem quite right. But as good as I was feeling, I jumped outa bed, and went to the nearest window. I was there so quick, I began wondering if I'd somehow flown there. I saw a tire swing not far from where I was, looking down at it, from somewhat high up. The land seemed familiar, but how could've I gotten here?

"I wonder if Pooh wouldn't mind a visit, at least I could ask him, if he knew how a human like me, got here." Probably not though, Pooh wasn't often too bright, I thought, as I considered talking with Rabbit. The only probably there is, Rabbit often stole ideas from others, so he might not really be a help either. My next thought went to Tigger, if I could find Tigger, maybe he might have some idea. So I figured I'd go and find him. Leaving the tree-house, was easier then I thought. I ended up on the ground, like just a few leaps and bounds. Maybe if I could find Christopher Robin, mayhap he be able to help me? I thought to myself, as I made a bridge, and past. I stopped at a wheat field, and had a seat in the middle of it. Feeling a bit upset, instead of excited, I began to cry a bit.

"Here I am,, trapped in the 100 acre wood, and instead of being excited, I'm depressed and down." No matter what, I miss home. I do like it here. I can run and play with Tigger and Roo, when ever I find Tigger that is. Denny had a few more looks around. What am I so worried about, I might as well have some fun. Denny made his way to Pooh's place. "Hey Pooh,, do you know how I got here?" I asked, hoping for an answer. "What are you talking about,, you live here!" Not understanding, I made my way next to Kanga and Roo's place. I asked the same question,, and got the same answer. This was beginning to frustrate me a bit. I liver here? I made my way back to the tree-house, and hollered for Tigger, then went upstairs and in. Tigger was nowhere in sight. I let my legs collapse underneath me, and let my bottom hit the floor, making a thud noise as I went. I sat there for a short time, legs out in front of me, my feet nearly together. I began to cry again. As I did, I noted something laying on the floor, which was somewhat between my feet. I grabbed it, and used it like a tissue. At first, I didn't take note, to what I was using as a tissue. I just continued to cry a little longer, as I wetted it down a bit with tears. I feel wetness, strange wetness, and it feels to be coming from my spine somehow. I opened my eyes, and had a look at what I was soaking my teary eyes with. "a tail? How come I have a tail?" Denny had a better look. "Orange and black stripes? Wait! I... I'm Tigger? Well of course I cant find Tigger, I am Tigger!" Denny looked over his Tiggerific body, admiring his cat body. Denny as Tigger, began crying again, he liked being Tigger, but he missed home. "Tigger!? Tigger, are you in here?" Came the voice of Roo. "Roo boy?" half asked Tigger. "Yeah it's me,, why are you crying?" asked Roo. "Ahh, well I use to be human,, Denny." Denny kept crying. Roo bounced over to Denny, and hopped in his lap. "Well who ever you are, calm down, I'm here now." Roo pressed his bottom against Tigger's crouch. "That feels good Roo, but don't you think you shouldn't be doing that?" I began wondering, what if my crouch as Tigger got itself hard. "Well I could lay on you." Said Roo, as he laid front first on me. The feel of Roo's fur, and mine against each others, felt better then I would think. "See Tigger, that feels pretty good,, doesn't it?"

"Ii-it does Roo. But I don't know about this Roo. You're only a cub, and I really shouldn't be doing this."

"I know, but just go with the flow." Said Roo. Indeed, my cock had gotten hard. I couldn't seem to control it. Before I could mount any argument to Roo, he was down on me, and playing with my cock with his young Kangaroo paws. He looked up with a smile on his face. "I so much wanna tell you to stop Roo, but I just can't bring myself to do so." Roo smiled, as he brought his lower side back up, and rubbed the furry parts of his ass, against my crouch. "Oh Roo no.. no, don't do what I think you're going to do." I said, as he rubbed the skin part of his ass, directly against my cock. "Just go with it, as I shove it up myself.. Trust me, you'll love the feel of my little ass." Roo grabbed some lubricant, and spread it across his ass first, then some on my crouch. His mom will hate me, I gotta do something, to make him stop. I thought to myself. "Oh gawd no, don't stick it up there."

I said, as Roo ignored me, grabbing at my penis, and pressing it against his anus. It felt very tight as he pressed harder, to try to get my large penis into his anus. "Just a little further, and you'll be feeling too good to ask me to stop anymore." Said Roo. I laid there, on the floor, watching my penis start entering Roo. Roo was holding his (Not Quite Dropped) balls up, so as to show me, how much progress my penis was making in him. He was facing toward me. Grabbing his cock, and beating it off, would be easy. As the head of my penis entered, and penetrated Roo's little body, I soon realized what Roo had meant. It felt so good, to have my penis in little Roo, I no longer cared to ask him to stop. Roo's eyes filled with tears, as he pressed to allow more of my cock up him. Grunting and groaning, he seemed as though, he didn't care to quit, even though it was hurting him. "See, "Ehh Nnn, "I told you you'd like the feel of fucking me." I sure as hell did, but thought Roo should cut himself some slack. If it's this painful to give me enjoyment, why not stop? I thought to myself. But as I was thinking this, Roo's little penis was getting hard, and though he was suffering pain, his young body was going through signs of orgasm. Roo began to bounce a bit, as he beat off his penis. "Oh Roo, Nnn. Thi-this feels so good." Roo smiled, as he kept bouncing to pull in and out my penis from his ass. He was causing me to go into orgasms, and was going into them too. "Tha-that's good Tigger. I love making you feel goo-good."

"Bu-but Roo, it's ma-making my body wanna piss white stuff into your anus." Roo smiled with tears rolling down his face, from the pain of Tigger's large cock. "Tha-that's the idea. Make us both loose our white stuff, but mine is,, is,, Nnnn spitting all over you!!" Roo didn't realize just how close he himself had came to cumming, and spit all over Tigger's chest face and stomach. "Oohh,, Nnn, ra-Roo,, here cums mine!!" I said, as I felt, not quite semen yet. Fluids were leaking outa Roo's ass. I had somehow lost that much pre-semen.. Oh gawds no,, I,, I'm orgasming harder... I-I am about to really explode. I thought. "Here cums the re-real one Roo. " Tigger grunted, as he spit hard into Roo's anus. There was a lot dripping back out, as Roo soon carefully pulled his body up, allowing my penis to fall outa him. He stayed hovered over my penis for a little while, semen dripping in a slightly pinkish color. "Ra-Roo, are you okay?"

"Fine, but I'm better then okay."

"Are you sure? I think you better have a look at your ass." Roo had a look, played with it slightly with his right paw, then looked back to me. "Not to worry, it's not bad... I was just a little rough on myself, giving you pleasure."

"Well lets getup, and lay on the hammock together for a while." Suggested Denny. Roo didn't mount any argument, they went to the hammock, Denny (Tigger) laid down first, then Roo laid on Tigger. They lay there for a while, enjoying each others bodies. They fell asleep, with Roo's ass still trickling blood slightly. Neither of them cared though. Neither of them meant to fall asleep.

"Roo Dear, are you up here!" Roo and Tigger kept sleeping. "Roo Dear, huh?" Kanga made her way into Tigger's main front room. "What in heavens is going on up here!!??"

The End!!!!!!! Haha... but to be continued, because I love to cut off my audience.