FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Characters and Story © Justin Cheves

I stepped closer, even though I was liable to end up with a punctured neck. She looked at me, crimson eyes, not showing her teeth. Yet.

"Interested in this one?" The dealer asked, spitting on the ground. I didn't know what to say. How I found myself in a place such as this is beyond me. I wasn't drunk or anything either, I guess I just felt like looking around. To add some spice to my neighborhood trips. Still, I didn't feel completely safe here. The place was disgusting and unkempt. It looked like a dungeon with all the chains and whips lying around. I tried to ignore the screaming from nearby as I knelt down to the girl's level. She blushed and covered her breasts with what looked like really sharp claws, and pushed them upwards. Like she was trying to show me how sensual she could be. My eyes followed the chains that were clasped to her arms and neck, they led to a sign that read, "For sale, painted in dark red. From a corner of the room I could hear another girl sobbing, then the lash of a whip. I needed to get out of here. But I wasn't sure if I was going alone.

"Um...yeah." I said, trying to swallow my nerves. "What's her name?" The jackal raised an eyebrow, like he didn't understand the question.

"Doesn't have one," he grunted, "but we like to call her 'berry' around here. Cause she's squishy and blue." He pinched her cheek, she turned away and snarled. I could see how they came to that; her body was a deep shade of navy blue with a glossy sheen to it. Though her stomach and chest were whitish. I won't deny that she had a gorgeous figure, almost beguiling the fact that she lived in such filth. This girl's draconian features made her stand out from the darkness. She was unique. Webbed fins on her temples and tail, digitigrade legs; must've been a terrific swimmer. Most of her kind was like that anyway, at least from what I had gathered. There was so much more I wanted to ask, so much I wanted to know about this strange, dragon girl. But I could feel the dealer standing over us both, snapping at her when she tried to grab my hand.

"How much?" I asked, feeling cold sweat drip down my neck.

"Fifty. I don't take that charge-card bullshit either."

I fumbled through the satchel on my leg until I could feel my wallet. Sixty. Thank God. If I was to die anywhere in the world, it wasn't going to be this place. The transaction was quick and the jackal unhooked the chains.

"She comes back same time tomorrow, got me?" He said. I could see several blades beneath the rims of his coat, and just the sight of him at first glance made me shudder. I nodded, being careful not to break his gaze just yet. The dragon girl took hold of my hand but stayed silent. Barely breathing loud enough for the dealer to hear.

I started towards the flight of stairs that led outside, slowly quickening my step. Then all of a sudden I heard more chains rattling and a pair of arms wrapped around my leg. It was some catgirl, couldn't have been older than fifteen.

"Please, please buy me!" She screamed, her face matted with tears. Just as I tried to respond, the jackal approached and flogged her with his whip. She instantly fell silent. I had to turn away quickly, or else the heartache would make me stay.

The girl and I ascended from the murky depths of the brothel; the higher we went, the more she seemed to relax. I saw that she was still naked just before we left the alley, so I offered her my coat. She seemed surprised by the act, even hesitating to take it at first.

"Hey, what's wrong? You're not cold?" I asked. She slowly bore her teeth.

"Don't play me for a fool." She growled, "You men all want the same thing, so don't try to flatter me." I was a bit stunned, if you want to know the truth. I could see that she was shivering in the cold, morning air, and some passerby were staring at her.

"Come on, don't play me for a fool." I said gently, "Just take it, it'll keep you warm." She looked at me, and then to the others, keeping her arms curled around her luscious cleavage. She sighed, and wrapped herself in the coat.

"Um...my name's Joshua, by the way. But everyone else just calls me Josh." I said, extending my hand. She didn't respond and looked away. "It's alright if you don't want to tell me your name, but I know it's not 'berry' or whatever else they called you down there." Her crimson eyes met mine, and she let air out of her nostrils,

"Ki- Kizuna. My name is Kizuna." She said, a bit calmer than before. My gaze followed her long tail as it swayed between two, full moon curves that I could feel just by looking at them.

"That's a, uh...nice name." I stuttered, trying to snap my attention from her lissome features. Kizuna didn't seem bothered by it, though, must've been used to this kind of thing by now. It was too late to turn back. How could I be so desperate? Sure I've had my share of encounters with girls in the past, mostly at parties and all, but it never went beyond a playful nip or lap dance. I tend to keep to myself when girls are around, especially since my first kiss left me a long time ago. Not exactly who you'd call Dr. Loveheart.

"Can we please leave this place? I don't like it here" Kizuna said, curling her tail around her legs. She was right, hanging around this district for too long wasn't too good for your heatlh. And that is putting it mildly. Plenty of thugs and scum around here, and death. There were peacekeepers around to maintain a vigil on things, but even that is giving them way too much credit.

Kizuna stuck close to me as we made our way to my condo, just outside the district. She did her best to cover up but her breasts still bulged from the fake leather. I swear it's curse, because I couldn't take my eyes off them for very long. She didn't say a word the whole time we walked. I could only imagine how that brothel scarred her. Soon enough, the two of us arrived at my doorstep; a rather small abode on the edge of the city's river. Darkened evergreens lined its' banks, lapping at the water with their roots. Nothing special, yet it was a place where I could feel warm, which was a rarity in this city. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, I was a bit unprepared to see Kizuna still standing close by.

God I'm desperate.

She didn't waste time--I'll say that much--in getting things started. I watched her seductively unfurl herself from the coat, letting it fall. She slowly wrapped her hands around my neck and our lips touched. I shuddered, it felt like cold, wet rubber. Her long and slick tongue explored my mouth so deftly that it almost felt alive. A will of its own. I carefully ran my hands along her ambrosial curves, playfully squeezing her butt.

"How 'bout we...do this in my room?" I asked, pulling away. Kizuna looked at me for a moment, eyes unblinking. I wondered if I had hit a nerve somehow. But how could I? I was being gentle, I hoped she thought the same. I waited for her to lash out, but she didn't She just studied me, trying to gauge my strength perhaps. "Hey, you alright?" I said, sort of in a whisper.

"You won't... hurt me will you? You seem different than the others I've been with." Kizuna murmured.

"Huh? No, of course not." I replied, caressing her cheek, "I guess, I don't know... I've just been very cold lately. I was looking for something to help with that."

"So you chose a brothel?" Said Kizuna, "You're definitely a peculiar man." I kind of chuckled at that, even she thinks I'm different. I guess it's been stuck on me since I was little, everyone can tell.

"Come on, let's go lay down for a bit." I said, smiling. As I lead her down the hallway, I could see a faint smile on her muzzle too.

I had stripped off my clothes by the time I sat on the bed, anticipating Kizuna to pounce on me like some kind of predator. The way she crawled towards me on all fours made what she did at the brothel look like child's play.

"Are you sure you don't want to rest for a bit?" I asked as she got closer, "I won't mind." Kizuna licked my chest until her tongue lapped at my face. She smiled,

"I'm not tired." Our lips touched again and she layed on top of me. I tenderly groped her generous cleavage, massaging them as the rest of Kizuna enveloped my body like a steamy blanket. It felt as though she had rehearsed this moment a hundred times over. She wasn't afraid. The way Kizuna was resting on me, her smooth, full-moon rump between my legs, it was tempting to slip my manhood inside her. But I held back, didn't want to make any mistakes that I'll regret later. Kizuna suddenly gave me a toothy grin and moved to my lower body. Like a playful serpent she massaged my already throbbing member, coiling her tongue around it and lapping playfully. I began to wonder whether she did this with her other clients, because it looked like she was just having fun with me, rather than getting straight to business.

"Do you have any...condoms?" She asked, lifting her head. I was so close to a release that it was almost painful to hold it back. Kizuna was too good at this, but I could tell that she wanted to make things more exciting.

"I think so." I reached over to my lamp table, searching through the drawer. Sure enough I had some, never touched them once. It was only fair that I gave her some time as well, after all she gave me one hell of a trip. With little hesitance, I slipped one on and sat against the headboard. Kizuna moved closer to me again, spreading her legs in such a way that her slit barely touched the tip of my manhood. She pushed against my chest, bringing her cleavage right near my chin. The idea of burying my face between the two mounds of flesh was enticing to say the least, but Kizuna halted that by kissing me. This time she held it longer, more tender than the last. Her lips were warm and moist, but I wasn't sure what to make of the act. It couldn't have been love, she only just met me; yet Kizuna seemed comfortable enough to let her passions flow out. When she told me I was different from her other clients, and wondered if I would hurt her, now I understood why. Kizuna never had the chance to be intimate before. When the war of tongues in our mouths subsided, she smiled and gently lowered her butt to my member. It slid comfortably like a glove into her warm entrance. The dragon girl gripped my shoulders as she started to quicken her rhythm. Up, down, up down. Like a steamy dance. Her back arched and she let out a yelp of pleasure, weaving her supple rear around the slick flesh. I took hold of her ass so she wouldn't fall back, which was more or less a win-win move. Suddenly she stopped and slowly turned me around. I could see what she had in mind. I let myself fall into the sheets until she was on top of me.

"W-wow, you're amazing Kizuna." I said, panting. The dragon girl giggled and mounted my cock again. With the way her claws pressed against me, I was stunned that she didn't draw blood. Her glossy and lissome form rocked above my face, the way she squinted her eyes told me that it was coming. Our bodies were merged in a tense and vigorous dance, better than anything I've ever felt. Cradling her breasts, Kizuna's pleasured moans rose in tempo. I almost couldn't keep up with her because of the speed, I didn't know where all her energy came from. I couldn't take it anymore, and neither could she. I felt the fluids explode from my Johnson as Kizuna's hips tightened. She let out a very sheepish and cute whimper, and ran her hands down her body as if to see if she was still intact. She was beautiful. It felt weird to think that now, but she just looked amazing from my view.

The two of us just laid there, her body wrapped around mine. Just resting. After what I saw at the brothel, she definitely deserves this quiet moment. Soon enough, her eyes closed, and I could feel her bosom expanding against my own. I smiled and ran my hand along her supple rear, tickling her tailhole. I figured I should return the favor without making mistakes. She moaned hazily as I did this, wanting more. I happily obliged, pushing my middle finger deeper into her entrance. "

You're not like them," Said Kizuna, "you're something else entirely." I got the chills when she said that. I hoped that I was enough for her liking. I smirked and pecked her cheek. Given the circumstances, I was just happy to give her a comfortable place to stay for now.

"And...thank you, for taking me away. You've been very kind to me thus far."

"You're welcome. I definitely needed this." It was certainly strange of her to say that, yet I could tell that she was happy to leave that rancid prison. She chuckled and rested her face in the crook of my neck. I heard her mumble, "thank you" again. For someone of cold-blood, she was definitely great at creating warmth.

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