FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(Author's note: Just letting you guys know I'm not dead. Been trying to write lately, and as it turns out I've been writing one-shots about rabbits. Who knew? Still writing the other one, but expect more of these)

It was never a good sign when it rained during winter. It made everything much more humid than was necessary. You wouldn't even know it was the middle of January if you woke up from two-year long coma unless someone told you the month.

Luckily for Samuel Doherty, who grunted softly, tugging out great tufts of white fur from his body with a specially made brush, he knew how to pass the time. "Nng..." He'd made the decision to simply get rid of the winter coat and be done with it. Much too humid for it to be winter. His long ear twitched as he listened for the rain outside. Yup, still raining. No thunder or lightening, which was only a small comfort.

The light grey cottontail looked himself over, making sure he didn't miss a spot. He lingered on his own rear in the tall mirror, jutting it out as if he were a model at the polished glass. His butt was nice and full, with a white coloration to make it look especially heart-shaped. Sam arced his back, craning his head slightly to give his reflection a coy look, biting on his knuckle. He had, to put it simply, a very girlish figure. He was short, a little over five feet tall, with a good curve to his hips. Ooh, yes. He was beautiful.

The rabbit looked down at the large pile of white fur on the floor of his bathroom, and frowned. "Hm." He would have to clean that up. Sam shrugged, and, still nude, left the bathroom and into his hallway. After his show.

Stepping into his "studio", which was just his bedroom, a camera sitting on a tripod pointing at the king-sized bed, he giggled softly to himself and looked up at the clock. Five minutes until show time. He walked to his desktop computer, to which the camera was hooked up, and pressed the spacebar to put away the screen saver. A few moments later, he was in his lobby. It would be several minutes yet until users joined the chatroom, so he went to his clothes drawer. Let's see... He was a maid three days ago. Just last night, he was a cowboy. That one was a big hit. People seemed to like his winter coat the most, it seemed.

Perhaps something simple today. Reaching in, he pulled out a bright red thong, slipping it on, and a pair of tightly-fitting shorts. The rabbit looked over to the computer monitor. Six people were on now, a few messages already asking where he was. Deciding to keep them waiting for a little while longer, he pulled out several of his favorite toys. A small collection of dildos, including among them a plug with a wire connected to a controller, a thickly knotted silicone canine, and his personal favorite: A long horse dildo. Around twelve inches long, silicone, and colored naturally with cream and splotches of dark brown. He also had a flared tip version, but he was being simple today. Sam decided on the horse today. He lay the horse dildo, that he affectionately named "Tex", on the bed, picking up a tube of lube and putting it within arm's reach for when the party got started.

He reached over, pressing a button on the side of the camera. A red light came on, and the picture appeared on the monitor. His guests were now seeing what they'd come here for. "Hello, boys," he said, a coy smirk on his face and leaning back. The camera was angled down slightly, enough to give a good view of his thighs, but still showing his face. The chatroom erupted.

"What happened to your winter coat?" asked one user, though with considerably fewer letters. Sam raised his head up, so that the top half of his face was hidden so he could roll his eyes.

"I brushed it out," he replied, reaching up with a foot to adjust the camera. "It's just been so rainy here these last couple of days. Good thing I have a one-direction mic, or else it'd be drowning out my voice." He was already getting excited, just from the prospect of a lobby of about fifteen -- and climbing steadily -- men waiting anxiously for him to begin. "It's just too humid for it to be winter," he added with a pout, lifting a hand up to press to his forehead melodramatically. Under his palm, he watched the users add occasional sympathetic comments.

"Such thoughtful boys," he crooned, sitting up again and tugging at his bottom lip with a finger. He glanced at the lobby's intake. "Mm, thirty people already? I think that's enough for now... Don't want a lagging lobby, after all." His particular show required a dollar and fifty cents an hour per user. He got twenty-five percent of the intake sent straight to his bank account. The perks of being a long-time performer. He reached over, clicking a few keys on the wireless keyboard and closing the lobby. "Now, shall we begin?" he asked, almost rhetorically. Immediately (though some were delayed; couldn't always get messages right away, after all), more than half the audience responded positively. He suppressed a pleased giggle, his cotton tail wiggling behind him.

"Today," he said, "I'd like to introduce you all to a very good friend of mine." The rabbit lifted up the horse toy, nosing along the medial ring and even giving it a tiny lick. "This is Tex. He's going to help me entertain you all today." Very positive responses followed. "But first," continued Sam, smirking evilly and leaning forward so that his large brown eyes were looking right into the camera, "I'm gonna be a teasing little slut. I hope you're okay with that." His voice dropped into a rumble, and he set the dildo down beside him. Sam stood, lifting the tripod up and moving it back a few feet so that his whole body was in the frame, and sat back down.

"Now..." Sam turned, his back to the camera, and thus the audience, showing off his plump, full rear, though covered in a dark, tight pair of shorts. He reached back, gripping out of his butt cheeks and lifting a knee to rest on the edge of the bed. "How many of you want to feel me?" Positive response. Some portrayed actions of already starting to pleasure themselves through the text. He was so excited by this, his shorts were stretching even further against his butt cheeks. "Hnn... So many eager boys..." His voice was trembling, his heart beating against his chest. "You want me to take off my shorts?" he asked, hooking both thumbs under the waistband. "Mmm... You want to see my ass, and imagine your big cock sliding between my butt cheeks?" So many responses, some even claiming to have already came.

Sam pouted, pulling his shorts down his thighs, bending forward onto the bed and looking back at the camera. "Aww... You must still have some left..." The red thong, already straining, seemed to creak in protest of a growing erection stretching it further and further. "Wouldn't my back look so nice stained with white?" He felt so deliciously slutty, saying these words. Exploiting himself like this, showing off his body to thirty different men a day, it was wonderful. His hands ran down his waist and the curve of his back, ears resting against his shoulders. "Mmm..."

Several men were demanding he give Tex some love. "Soon," he promised, reaching over to pick up the tube of lubricant and squeezing it onto his fingers. Sam reached into his thong, and arched his back with a moan, nice and loud, running a finger around a pink star of flesh. His two middle fingers pushed in, and he churred, tail wiggling madly. "Imagine if you will," he whispered, loud enough for the mic to pick him up, "coming up behind me, grabbing my ass cheeks..." He reached back with his other hand, gripping his butt as if to give a demonstration. "...And sliding a big, thick cock in between them..." Hidden slightly by the thong, he pushed deeper into his own tailhole, letting out a pleased squeak.

Teasing these men all over the country was, as a result, making him very nearly cream himself right then. He could almost imagine a man taking him, holding him down and forcing something thick and long deep inside him. With his free hand, he pulled his thong down, stepping out and tossing it aside. HE could hardly stand it anymore himself. He needed something inside of him. Now. He reached over, pulling the camera closer and turning to face it, picking up Tex as well and running a pink tongue across his lips. "How many horses do we have in the audience today?" he asked huskily, nearly bouncing on his own fingers.

Several, around eight or nine, claimed their equine heritage, and he smiled, lifting up Tex to lick across the tip. "This one's for you. Please enjoy it," he almost begged, wrapping full lips around the thick toy, slowly sinking down to the medial ring, then back up again. The response, once again, was not only positive, but ecstatic. "Mmph," moaned Sam around the silicone penis in his mouth. He raised his head up slightly, watching the chat room out of the corner of his mouth as he pushed the horse penis down, down, past the medial ring and finally his lips pressed against the base. He nearly gagged, but he was groaning hotly in an ecstasy all his own.

After a good minute, he finally pulled the thick toy out of his throat, a line of saliva trailing from the tip to his bottom lip. He was now getting demands to ride the toy, and Sam happily obeyed, angling the camera downwards slightly and leaning back, laying on the large bed. One leg raised, he showed off the penetration of his fingers within his tight, pink hole. He was also showing an actually fairly thick tower of his own flesh, rising from a dark grey sheath. Pulling his fingers from a tight embrace, he gripped the base of the silicone toy, pressing the tip against the slightly loosened opening. He showed every inch, every push of the foot-long dildo into his tight confines.

Soon, he reached the medial ring, and he looked at the monitor. The entire lobby seemed to be demanding he go deeper. Why would he refuse? Pushing a little harder, relaxing his muscles the best he could, he felt Tex's ring pop in, and the last six inches were easy. God, he felt so full. One hand gripped upon the base, toes curling visibly in the frame of the camera. His other hand reached out, turning the camera slightly so that his hand was out of frame, but nothing else. His audience could only see an equine penis being shoved into his tight hole at a slow, steady rhythm, his body bouncing slightly. If someone had only just walked in to see the stream, they'd likely think a real horse was there.

The silicone was bending in his tightening grip, his leg twitching in the air. "Hnn... Watch me," he crooned at the camera, eyes glazing over and tongue starting to hang out. "Watch me," he repeated, almost desperately. He sat up, the toy resting on the bed, his back to the camera. His knees rested flat on the bed as well, and, looking over his shoulder at the camera, he rode Tex. The bed bouncing beneath him, the long toy being buried within the confines of a short rabbit, it was quite the sight to see.

Once more, he felt so delicious. Each time his butt pressed against the toy's base, he let out a squeak of pleasure, clearly heard by the audience. Sam imagined over two dozen men jerking off to him, and the prospect of such a thing made him, if possible, ride even harder. He turned around, now facing the camera, and thus his audience, and pulled his knees up, resting on the balls of his feet. His palms pressed onto the base of the toy, so that it didn't get pulled up from the bed as he threw his head back, riding it harder than he'd done so far this session.

His cries of pleasure soon reached a high that he just kept his mouth open wide in a silent scream, his body convulsing and very soon a stream of white almost literally shot out, and as if the lens of the camera were a target, the first rope hit dead center, blocking off the rest of his orgasm from view. Once his body calmed down, he panted heavily, feeling sore. But it was the good kind of sore. The satisfied, full kind of sore. He stood, keeping Tex inside him and looking at the lobby with a smirk. HE notices his monitor had gone white. "Oops," he said, giggling, and stepped up to the camera. Licking the glob of semen from the lens, he looked sheepish. "Sorry boys. How much did you miss?"

The lobby replied in earnest that they had missed everything after the first rope. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he whimpered softly, looking into the camera with those big brown eyes. "And I know that that's the best part... Tell you what. All of you will get a free private show so that you can watch me. I'll make sure to miss the camera." HE lifted a finger, waggling it. "But don't make an excuse that your eyes are closed next time. I'm being nice this one time, but don't take my kindness as weakness." He smirked, biting down on his bottom lip.

"Now then! Give me ten minutes and I'll be right back. I need to clean up Tex and rehydrate. Get ready, everyone," he said, a wide smile stretching his lips. His voice had dropped an octave, sounding sultry, seductive. "...For round two." At that moment, lightening flashed and thunder boomed. He could not have timed that better if he tried.