FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Disclaimer~ This story contains rape of an underage fur. If you don't like that then I can't really help you. All I can do is advise you not to read further. Otherwise, kick back, whip your manhood's out, and enjoy. ^.^

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's the day after I hit Tony. Words cannot describe how bad I feel. It took me a few seconds after I did it to realize exactly what I did, and the impact it would have on both of us. By the time I came to my senses he was gone. I looked high and low for the whole night into the morning, but I couldn't find him. I've been wandering around town ever since, looking in alleys and shelters. No luck. I've considered going to the police, but I haven't gotten the courage because I know that they'll take me straight to jail, and if they find Tony, he'll go to jail too. I think the police will be my last resort. For now, I gotta keep looking.

Right now I'm walking through town some more. As I go past a white church a homeless looking lemur carrying some blankets and a paper bag bumps into me, muttering an apology as he strides up the stairs to the church. I nod in his direction and keep moving. I'm never gonna find Tony, and it's all my fault. I feel so bad. So guilty. I hit the one person I love the most in the world. He'll never forgive me, even if I find him.

I find myself in the middle of a tall bridge with a fast moving river flowing under it as my thoughts slowly turn south. I sit at the edge, contemplating the ramifications of pushing myself forward into a watery grave. I don't think I can live with myself after hitting Tony like that. My paw brushes against a rock sitting next to me. I push it off the edge and watch it plummet down. After it splashes I hear the sound of someone approaching me from behind. I turn and look to see that lemur again. He's wearing what looks to be a heavy coat from a thrift store, and almost new looking boots along with a pair of faded jeans. Obviously second hand clothes. The way he smells and carries himself tells me he must be homeless. I look back down to the water rushing beneath me, ignoring his presence.

"It's not worth it you know."

Without turning I reply. "How should you know?"

"Because. Just yesterday I was sitting just where you are now. I decided against it for the time being. I didn't want to die on an empty stomach. I'll tell you, I'm glad I waited. The nicest young lad gave me some money that night, insisting I took it. That restored my faith in this world. You see, while I was sittin' there where you were, I was thinkin' that nothing matters because I'm homeless. Nobody will miss me. Nobody cares about some old lemur who couldn't get his one lucky break. Nobody. Not until that kid gave me that money. He saved my life."

He couldn't be talking about Tony, could he? "Was that a lion? The guy that gave you the hundred dollars?"

"Well... yeah. But I didn't tell you how much he gave me. Do you know him?"

"Yeah... Any idea where he might be? I did something bad to him. Really bad."

"Funny thing. I found your lion boy last night laying face down on the cold pavement. I brought him to the church not far from here. You might be too late though. I gave him a blanket and some food to get him by. He's probably left by now though." Before the lemur has time to finish his last sentence I'm all ready in full sprint towards the church. He might still be there. It might not be too late. I bound up the church stairs three steps at a time and plow through the double doors.

"Tony!"

As I'm standing there, panting hard I see what seems to be a hundred fur's heads turning toward me. A hyena bride and wolf groom stand at the front of the church looking at me. The bride seems to have allot of anger in her eyes. I blush at the situation.

"Somebody remove that... that thing from my wedding. NOW!" The bride screams. I'm momentarily taken aback. Did she just call me a thing? I feel a gentle yet firm paw take hold of my upper arm. I look over to see one of the guests holding me.

He whispers so only I can hear him. "Sorry kid. Bridezilla over there wants you gone. Personally, I think you're lucky. I can't leave. Still have to deliver the best man's speech." The tall wolf gently leads me out of the church. Before he gets a chance to turn back to the doors I take a chance.

"Sorry, but you wouldn't happen to have seen a small lion hanging around here this morning, would you? He's about yay tall." I indicate what 'yay' is by holding my paw about chin high to myself.

"Sorry kiddo. I just got here a few minutes before you did. Bridezilla looked like she was gonna rip my head off. But I ain't seen no lion around here."

I sigh. "Thanks anyways." I turn to leave. The wolf sets a paw on my shoulder. "Sorry buckaroo. Wish I could help." The wolf gives my shoulder a light squeeze before letting go and turning back, walking into the church.

By this time I'm on the verge of tears. I can't take it any more. Mom never took us to the fair. None of this would have happened then. ...Oh god. Mom. I forgot about her. She's gonna kill me the next time she gets her paws on me. That doesn't matter though. It won't matter so long as Tony's still missing.

I set out on my search again. Tony has to be here somewhere. But after spending the whole day looking I still can't find him. I've lost all hope. There's only one thing I can do now. I don't care what happens to me, but I have to find Tony, which is why I find myself in front of the local police station. My heart has to be beating out of my rib cage as I open the professional looking door and enter the station, but I ignore it. This has to be done. I won't lose Tony. Never.

----------------------------------------------- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ---------------------------------------------

I've calmed down quite a bit since Luke hit me. Even so, I'm still mad and confused. He told me himself he would never hurt me. So much for never. The word 'never' will end up being a slang term. I can envision it now. 'I never want to get laid' and 'I'll never eat sweets'. Well if that's how it's gonna be then I 'always' want to see him again. I don't want him hurting me.

Right now I'm focused on getting away. Luckily for me that Lemur I gave the money to found me passed out on the street and brought me to the warmth and safety of a church. I might not be religious, but I thanked god for that save. The lemur also gave me two blankets and some food. Hopefully that will get me by. I can see the lights of a new town up ahead. I've been walking all day. It won't take long now. I'll be able to curl up in an alleyway somewhere and go to sleep.

Another half an hour goes by before I reach the town. Well, it's more like a small city, but still. My tail swishing tiredly behind me, I suddenly become aware of hunger gnawing at my insides. I haven't eaten anything yet because I wanted to ration my food. Even still I can't ignore the gurgling and grumbling from down below. For this reason I decide to veer off in between two buildings and walk until I hit a stone wall. The lighting is severely dim here, and when I look up I get the feeling that I'm stuck at the bottom of an elevator shaft. I turn back facing the way I came. I can see the normal dusk light just outside of my 'shelter'.

Confident that nobody can see me here, I set one blanket down on the cold concrete, and drape the other over my shoulders for warmth before I sit down on the first blanket. I open the brown paper bag that the lemur gave me. It has a bag of chips, a few slim-dims, a bottle of water, and a peanut butter sandwich. Hardly the best meal ever, but I want it to last, so I unwrap the sandwich and om nom on that, taking a sip of water here or there to wash down the peanut butter. It isn't very filling, but I have no idea when I'll be able to get more food, so I don't eat any more than that. Instead I put the rest away.

A sudden draft makes me shiver. I pull the blanket close to me. I can't stay here. This time of year the temperature is dips into the low 40's (F) over night. I can already feel the air getting colder at the sun starts setting. I pick up my blankets, tuck my food in between them, and set off again for some place warm.

I don't get very far. Just before I reach the end of the alley a passing fur notices me. He looks very shady with that dark hoodie on. Even more so when he moves toward me drawing a knife out of his pocket with a grin on his lupine muzzle. I freeze and blink staying completely still as if that would make this strange fur with a knife go away. This can't be happening...

Oh, but the cold steel blade pressing against my throat, and the warm disgusting tongue licking up the side of my muzzle says otherwise. I let out a whimper. I know I can't fight this guy. He looks like all muscle under that hoodie. All I can do is whimper and whine as rubs my chest and nipples, then gropes my crotch sending a shiver up my spine. Next thing I know I'm being dragged back into the alley by my neck then thrown on the pavement. My head is just inches from the stone cage of a wall. I'm laying face down. My blankets and food are scattered next to me.

If this wasn't bad enough, I can feel the wolf looking man tracing a paw down my back to the base of my tail where he unfastens the tail flap on my pants. I close my eyes, not looking forward to what's coming. The wolf pulls my pants and underwear off with one fluid move exposing my furry rump and legs to the frigid air. Instinctively I lay my tail down to hide my butt and balls. This only seems to anger the wolf because he presses his knife hard against my back. Where the knife is I feel intense pain and the warm sensation of blood leaching into my fur. I go limp trying to just let the wolf do with me as he pleases and then leave me alone.

I can feel the wolf lift my tail then push his muzzle into the crevice between my tail and hole. His hot breath is a surprisingly welcome relief from the cold. The wolf licks against my pucker, then presses his tongue in making me gasp out loud. Despite the gravity of the situation, my body betrays me. I can feel my furhood stirring in my sheath. That scares me more than anything. I don't want to enjoy being raped, but my body doesn't seem to be listening to what I want.

My thoughts get interrupted by the wolf as he pulls out. My tailhole gets subjected to the 40 degree temperature. My whole body is shaking if but ever so slightly. The cool on my hole doesn't last long though. It is soon replaced by the tip of a very hard, and very big dog cock. I can feel the tip press against my tailhole, the only lubricant being the wolf's own saliva and any pre that's drooling from his member.

The wolf pauses, seeming to contemplate going easy on me or not. I soon find out his decision as he slams his entire meat into me with one thrust. I cry out in some of the worst physical and mental pain I've ever experienced. Tears stream from my eyes. The pain is so much, even with the cold numbing it slightly. That pain only magnifies as the wolf starts pumping in and out of me with fast thrusts. He seems to be humping with a feral need. In and out, in and out. Still, the pain doesn't go away. Not much of it anyhow. Some of the pain turns to a sickening pleasure making my cock stand at full attention under me.

In my mind I'm just trying to wait it out. To block the pain and pleasure that's attacking my brain. Over and over in my head I keep thinking that I should have just forgiven Luke. I could still be with him, warm and safe. But no, instead I'm laying face down in an alley way getting fucked like never before by a guy who seems to be half horse.

The wolf's thrusts start changing tempo, going for harder deeper thrusts. I can feel his half formed knot start slipping in and out of me with every thrust which only stretches me further. Soon I can feel the knot swell more, but he doesn't stop fucking me. It hurts so much, and yet feels so good. His thrusts take on a more wild and faster tempo. His knot is now too large to slip into me again. Well, too large until his final thrust that sends stream after stream of cum deep inside of me. Much more cum than a normal person produces. It makes my belly swell. While I'm being filled I'm also screaming loudly. My screams get muffled by the man's paw. My belly feels wet and sticky. I think I came, but I can't tell with all the pain.

It felt like eternity laying there with that stranger's large cock stuck deep in me acting as a cork for my bulging belly full of cum. Thankfully he pulled a blanket over us to keep warm. It's not long after the warmth develops over me that I fall asleep, more from exhaustion than anything. In my slumber, my only thoughts are those of Luke and how sorry I am that I ran from him.