FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This is the intro and sets the stage for tons of furry action in the next chapter and beyond, but I regretfully must admit there are no furries in this chapter.

Rather, it's filled pretty much to the tab-stops with zoophilia, which I've had a keen interest in from a young age. Over the years I've come to understand how many difficulties there are with such relationships, and as such it has remained in the realm of fantasy for me.

Also please do not read if you are offended by computer geekiness...

-Lemnwezel

"Damn it!", Jeff burst out in frustration as he beat on his keyboard. It never really helped, but it always made him feel a little better, and was the least expensive part of his computer.

Across the dimly lit room, Eva, his white German Shepherd dog, startled awake and looked up at him, raising her head up off her dog bed and tilting it slightly.

Noticing the movement out of the corner of his eyes, Jeff looked back at his dog and smiled, temporarily forgetting about his latest simulation run, which was at this very moment in the process of dumping a large core file on a very powerful computer cluster a few miles away.

Eva was the last of her litter to be adopted. She was a shy puppy, but still she had wagged enthusiastically when he first met her at the dog breeders almost two years ago. He had really wanted a male at the time, but decided quickly after the visit that a female would work out well too.

Jeff had never been all that interested in females in general. While he did find them very attractive and loved looking at(and on very rare occasions, feeling) their wonderful curves, they were not what really excited him deep down. His fantasies were all male, which was of course horribly inconvenient, but after many years of struggling with it he had decided there just wasn't anything he could do about it. The only time females entered into his fantasies is when he imagined he was one. At least, until lately...

As Eva had grown up he'd spent as much time with her as he could, taking her to agility training often to keep her learning and socialized, and taking long runs with her in the woods nearby. Now, at two years old, Jeff firmly believed that Eva was the most beautiful dog... no, the most beautiful female, he had ever seen.

Her fur was completely white, from her long, upright ears, down to her large, bushy tail. She had the perfect German Shepherd Dog stance; the convex curve of her chest transitioning smoothly to the concavity of her narrow waist, and then flowing into her powerful legs.

"Hey there Evie," he called out, and her long, powerful tail began to thump-thump slowly against the floor in response. In an instant, Jeff decided the simulation could wait, and he walked over to her, just planning on giving her a scritch or two.

The breeders were no amateurs, and had done a great job with their latest generation. So far there were no signs of any of the really bad genetic flaws often found in her breed, and her temperament was flawless; intelligent, curious, energetic, friendly but not clingy, and absolutely fearless.

As he closed the last few feet between them she rolled on to her back and curved slightly, forepaws dangling in the air, and a silly but very cute expression on her face as she panted softly with her tongue lolling out.

Jeff looked down smiling, and slowly ran his hands down her chest, along her smooth, tight belly, and slowly to the noticeably hotter, velvety soft area just between her hind legs...

He thought back to her first heat, and how, as a precaution, he'd either kept her inside, or watched her and kept her on a long runner outside. Inside one day he decided it was the right time to "help her out" a bit. She had backed into him playfully as she had been doing frequently, but this time he began to gently run his finger all along her vulva, which was slightly damp with the now clear fluid of her heat. She seemed to enjoy this treatment, so he continued doing it while talking softly to her and petting her flanks and just above her tail.

They'd gone on like that for a few minutes until Jeff slowly, and very carefully slid his now slick finger just inside her opening. He watched for the slightest signs of discomfort, but thankfully there were none. After a few minutes of his rubbing and gentle prodding she seemed a bit more relaxed and happy. He relieved himself shortly after, imagining himself actually having sex with her, grabbing her by her hips and driving into her with long, deep thrusts. "Maybe someday," he'd thought. He didn't want to rush things and possibly hurt her in any way.

He knew he needed to get back on the computer and keep working on that neural network program. The neural net was not in any way stable yet, but already it was producing very interesting output, and he couldn't wait to figure out where the new patterns were coming from. And beyond that, his employers were paying him an enormous salary, not to mention what they'd paid for the cluster. They knew it was a research project and that results wouldn't be immediate, but the longer it took, the fewer resources he'd get. He'd reserved an hour of dedicated time on the system and the clock was ticking; the program that ran perfectly on his emulator was crashing left and right on the real system.

But Eva was looking so cute... he just had to give her a quick lick...

While he loved and craved the feeling of just plain old getting fucked silly, it was giving oral he most enjoyed. Despite only really being turned on by males, he loved to lick out females too, if given the opportunity.

Jeff was a natural born licker. When he was with a boyfriend he'd always get completely lost in the act of giving head. He felt a thrill with every twitch of excitement in his lover's shaft, and every sound of pleasure his partner would make echoed in his mind, making it hard for him to concentrate through the lustful haze that filled his mind on doing it right. He would happily suck them to completion, letting their seed wash over his mouth, swallowing some and letting the rest drip out as he gently, submissively licked his partner clean. Other times, when they wanted some of his smooth, tight ass, they would actually have to exert some effort to pull him off of their member to break him out of his trance.

Women were quite a bit harder to judge; sometimes he would lick them until they got so loud and contorted he became worried, and as he slowly backed off they would lay there trembling, unable to speak, with the most adorable expressions on their faces. Other times he would lick them until they would eventually beg, or even demand to be fucked, and he could happily accommodate that as well... after licking, nibbling, and sucking for just a bit longer. Maybe it was the mysteriousness of the female anatomy that made it so much fun; so much that couldn't easily be seen, but only felt, within the myriad folds of the labia. And of course, the clitoris. It seemed to him wise that it was so well hidden; the clit was like the bright red button on a control panel that you don't want to just go nuts on without careful planning, attention, and observation.

Once he got over the initial excitement of having sex, the art of giving pleasure only got more interesting to him. Maybe it was the fact that he could see the whole situation like a giant matrix; like a linear system to be solved. Every person had different coefficients; everyone was a unique but similar puzzle. A few, unfortunately, seemed to have no solution he could find, but most had many.

He smiled, pondering Eva's "coefficients" now as he nuzzled her underfur gently with his face. Her warmth and her sweet smell were almost instantly intoxicating to him. He was sitting on the carpet facing her tail now, which was wagging furiously between his legs as he found and gently licked each of her small nipples, starting at the top and moving downwards.

Growing up, he never had any closeness, physical or otherwise, with another human, but he'd had plenty of contact with family pets from as young an age as he could remember. People were off limits and inaccessible, but dogs and cats could be safely snuggled with and petted. In hindsight, this was probably why the first lusts he ever felt, and the strongest to this day, were for canines...

A strong scent awakened him from his reverie, and he noticed he'd absentmindedly begun kissing Eva's sex. He began to lick at her labia gently, bottom to top, then in lazy circles, while his left hand softly rubbed her sleek belly and his right hand scritched the outside of her left hip near her tail.

As he lost himself in exploring the beautiful dog that was now humping instinctively against his face, he faintly noticed first his cell phone, then his pager, chirping for his attention. "Whatever it is can wait for a bit longer, " he thought, as his tongue slid across what he was pretty sure was his lover's clit. He could find it on human females drunk, blindfolded, and half-asleep, but canine anatomy was still a bit new to him. He then placed both hands below her hips, just to either side of the base of her tail, to draw her just slightly off the carpet and closer to him. He kissed and licked across her entire vulva, pausing to lick in gently but deeply along the way.

Soon after that, he could feel Eva orgasming, grinding into his face, and then she jumped up to do her little happy dance she did sometimes when she was done. She licked him exuberantly all over and nuzzled at his crotch, so he flicked his boxers down quickly to let her have at it.

He was very hard and sticky already as he laid down, stroking her flanks while she licked him clean. With humans he could last a long time, but he could never hold out for long against her long, broad tongue and its rapid wet licks. He soon shot his load mostly onto his chest and stomach, but the initial blast hit him squarely in the chin. He giggled a little bit at his mess that Eva was already enthusiastically cleaning up for him, licking upwards from his belly to his face.

As she reached his chin he licked at her tongue, and she responded by passionately licking around the inside of his mouth in a kind of doggie french-kiss. He lovingly pet her face while she licked him, brushing her ears back and feeling them spring back up.

He held her there on top of him for a short while, petting her wonderful white fur and enjoying her fuzzy warmth against his chest and stomach. After a few minutes, she got up and walked over to her favorite sleeping corner, eyelids somewhat heavy, panting softly, and tail still wagging.

Jeff almost fell asleep right there, but somehow managed to get up, pet Eva a few times, and go back to the computer.

When the LCD resumed from suspend mode, the xterm he'd started the crashed simulation on was outputting something very, very strange. Thousands of seemingly random characters would spew out, and then he'd see the output of his program again.

At first he thought it was output from the first run and was just buffered somewhere and being regurgitated, but the output values were different each time...

His phone rang again, and this time he answered it. On the phone was Rick, the sysadmin, and he sounded upset.

"Hey Jeff, um, what the fuck did you do to my system? I don't know what kind of weird-ass hacks they taught you down at that god-forsaken college in the middle of New Mexico, but seriously, whoever showed you how to execute your coredumps... sequentially, needs to either be fired or get a fucking Turing award, I haven't decided which yet because I can't figure out what the fuck is going on!"

Jeff just listened silently, his mind still hazy from being with Eva. He was trying to take in what Rick was saying while also trying to interpret the output on his screen. Every time the program would execute, the code segment size got bigger, and the graphical nodemap would display not only a different pattern, but a different kind of pattern. Sometimes it would appear as a complex colorful fractal, and sometimes like a simple inkblot.

"Look, " Rick continued, "I can't pull the plug on this thing, or we'll be down for a full day because, well, because I hadn't gotten around to setting up all the startup scripts and I don't remember off the top of my head what I used as startup parameters on the master cluster file system daemon, and, um, a few other things I probably don't even remember that I forgot! You gotta... oh."

Rick's voice stopped as the chain of executions finally did as well. The last execution was still doing something; he could see it on the process list. It was writing something to the file system in short bursts, but was being very light on the CPU.

Suddenly the graphical nodemap went completely dark, then began filling up with hundreds of tiny white pixels in what resembled a star field. All of this was creepy enough to begin with, but as lines began to connect many of the dots into a very strange pattern, the hair began to stand up on the back of his neck.

Jeff's attention drifted back to Rick on the phone...

"... gotta have a talk when you get to the office Monday. I mean, that was cool as shit whatever stunt you just pulled, but seriously there's a lot of political bullshit behind this server cluster. My boss finds out people are launching weird-ass self-modifying code off this bitch and heads are gonna start rolling... vierd em so rah people just gotta understibt rhim nivvle eck..."

Jeff looked down at the phone, puzzled, then back to his ear. The patterns just formed on the nodemap were shifting now, mostly rotating, merging, and splitting again. At first it was mostly simple 3 and 4 sided polyhedrons, but now curves, ellipses, and helixes were appearing as well.

"Vas norph Il gaba eckt ram sho es vi nicti dias um..."

It sure sounded like Rick was carrying on a normal conversation, but had switched not only language, but pitch. The phonemes, the basic sound components of the language, didn't sound like any he'd ever heard before.

"Rick, what the fuck?!", James finally demanded.

Jeff then heard silence, followed by a plaintive "Shrenk'k?"

The graphical output then resized itself to take up his entire display, which was rather odd since he never implemented anything in the program to do that. Then an odd lens-filter effect seemed to cover the screen, causing the nodemap to ripple. As he tilted his head in a gesture of puzzlement, he could see that it wasn't a filter; his LCD screen was actually rippling like the surface of a pond in a gentle breeze...

At this point his mind just kind of gave up. He could only stare at the screen, and the complex, rippling black and white pattern of interconnected points in wonder. He looked down at his phone, which had gone dead and appeared to be powered off. The walls around his home office were illuminated by the screen as usual, but not only were they reflecting much more light than the monitor was possibly capable of producing, but the light they reflected was multi-hued, as if the pattern were being somehow refracted by the rippling screen. The air began to smell like ozone and burning circuit boards.

He startled as he suddenly noticed Eva sitting next to his chair, staring into the pattern alongside him. It began to get so bright he had to squint at it; shapes were forming, colliding, and collapsing faster than he could keep track of them, the screen bucking and bulging grotesquely in response. He became aware of a dull thud happening about once every two seconds, that had grown in intensity from unnoticeable to shaking the entire room like a sonic boom.

A forepaw came to rest on his leg, and he looked down at his Eva to see her staring into his eyes. He held her paw and noticed a faint blue glow on his leg where her paw had been. His hand was glowing now too, as were Eva's eyes; all a faint, pale blue glow. She was panting and looked very happy beaming up at him with those beautiful eyes, made all the more enchanting by their sudden iridescence.

Jeff really didn't know what to do. He didn't know if maybe someone had dropped some acid into his Mountain Dew, or if he was crazy, or if the world was coming to an end. Either way he feared for his precious Eva... who might actually be sitting on her bed like always and wondering why he is completely tripping the fuck out. Maybe Rick would eventually call someone out to his house, and they would find him naked in a corner, shrinking away in horror from nothing in particular. They would then take his dog away and she might end up spayed... or euthanized...

His eyes teared up a bit, and all he could do was look down and tell her, "I love you Evie".

Given the proceeding circumstances, he really shouldn't have been surprised when she spoke back. Her paw curled slightly in his hands; the dull, smooth nails pressing noticeably against his skin, and she said, in the silkiest, most seductive voice he'd ever heard, "I love you too, master."

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw green and blue form on the monitor. Looking up, it appeared to be a lovely impressionist painting of a deciduous forest, with leaves in fall colors. But something in the details seemed out of place. Before he could focus on what it was, the entire world seemed to shift 90 degrees, and Jeff and Eva were falling.

Then everything went completely white.

...

"Police are, at this hour, unsure what the circumstances are, but after an early morning call from neighbors alerted local authorities to a commotion at the home of the leading computer scientist, it appears that he has gone missing, along with his dog and his computer. Authorities are asking that anyone who might have seen..."

Rick clicked off the TV in the break room at Moon Microsystems with the remote, and leaned back in the chair. He sighed, wondering how he would explain what happened to his boss, to his bosses boss... and to the god-damned board of directors.

Not only was Jeff gone, his home directory was gone. His Subversion repository contained nothing but versions of "Hello World" in every high level language developed since 1968. The off-site backups contained only zeros where his home directory should have been, and Rick knew for a fact that his directory had been quite full at the time those backups were made. The only thing that remained of Jeff's simulation was a series of 23 files the simulation wrote at the end, each 4096 bytes long, whose contents appeared to be either random or encrypted.

Rick had found Jeff's machine at work filled with DivX's from a site named "Zooskool", which was actually not all that strange knowing him. The fact that it was an old SGI box and was somehow natively running BeOS was a bit unnerving though, as was the twisted, gooey mess inside which was, apparently, the still functioning motherboard. He'd decided to keep that strange little piece of hardware to himself, as he knew if the spooks got it he'd never see it again.

Rick downed a shot of Jägermeister from a bottle he kept hidden in his mini-fridge for "emergencies", grumbled quietly to himself, and opened up monster.com. He had a bad feeling about how this meeting was going to go down...