FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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Dwight typed away, his brown eyes glued to the monitor in front. With jaded breathes he kept his thick but still agile fingers moving over and pressing the tiny buttons, word by word he imprinted his memories over that white digital sheet. "It would do you good." they said to him, "it would ease your mind" they said... and in truth, it did help. With each word he typed, the images in his head, the darkness that surrounded them, they seemed more coming out of a movie than his own life.

But still he trembled, his chest heaved with rage and excitement as he relived in his head each step that led him into the unmerciful arms of his Rottweiler assailant, he recalled them so strongly he almost felt those rough calloused paws pulling him into those dark alleys, calling him unspeakable names, and beating him, and tormenting him, and only trying to satiate that dog's own sick, disgusting desires. Dwight carefully recollected how his travels back 'home' turned into a hell round of torture... one that he, guiltily, even began to expect.

*Knock, knock, knock.*"Dude!"

The hard knocking and booming voice behind the door startled the burly hyena, making him jump in front of the PC and, desperately, try to minimize each dirty page he's been writing and reading.

"Dwight!" Alphonse called from outside his own room. "Open the door!"

"...co-coming!"

He had to be quick, quick erasing Firefox's recent browsed pages and cache, quick to save his Word archive into his USB and close the window.

"Dwight!"

...and quick to open the door. There, Alphonse Cooper stood on his six and a quarter feet of height, yet he still looked somewhat dwarfed by the very friend he tried glaring holes through.

"Let me pass." He said with a pair of steamy mugs and a plastic bag in his paws. "Hope you had the windows open."

"W-widows?"

The hyena felt his body cringe, he wanted to screech, he wanted to run, he wanted to kick himself out but his body just tensed.

"I don't want to smell it if you were pawing off."

Dwight felt his soul come back to his body and let out a lung-emptying sigh. He breathed deeply, Alphonse had brought them chocolate, that his nose told him; regaining his confidence Dwight walked towards a small table covered in notes and not-done-yet homework, and began to make space for food.

"Mom said it's ok if you want to stay the night."

"Is she ok with...?"

The hyena stopped then, carefully reminding himself that maybe saying those words wasn't the best idea he ever had.

"As long as you don't turn into one: yes."

Dwight smiled.

"Come on dude." Alphonse turned to see his friend with a smile of his own, his docked tail wagging cutely between his buttocks. "This shit's getting cold already."

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Supper was pleasant, it was way, way better that what he had waiting... no, what he had to bring home. The sweetened milk and purred cacao raised his spirit just as much as his doggie friend did. He smiled savoring the moment like he ever did, trying to imprint it in his head and replace whatever was there before.

"Daydreaming of someone?"

Alphonse spoke seated on his bed.

There he went again, the big dobbie flashed his teeth with a devilish grin. Dwight knew what he was thinking, and where he wanted this conversation to go.

"Maybe."

The hyena replied already feeling his need and desire peeking up their ugly faces, making his cock swell and throb a bit.

Alphonse coughed.

Dwight laughed.

It was always like that, when nervous or excited or just plain trying to be an asshole, the black and tan dog would always salivate and sometimes gag himself with his own fluids. Dwight liked that a bit too much, but as much fun as lusting after his friend was, he knew there was always a boundary... a limit he dared not to pass.

"Is it that shepherd?"

Dwight sipped the brown liquid before placing the mug firmly on the table.

"I don't know if he really is, Al." He said mildly annoyed, he hasn't talked to Keith ever since that time in the bathroom, and that dog did make a nice impression there. "And even if he is, I don't know if I could make a move."

"With that, help you I can."

If his tail would be any bigger, Alphonse would've been making a hurricane behind him. Dwight could hear that docked appendage ruffling over the fabric of Alphonse's shorts. If you were gay, man. The gray spotted fur scratched his head, life wasn't as easy as Alphonse thought it was. He may be able to change girls like he did with his socks, two pieces a day, but Dwight couldn't.

The gay world, as he knew it, didn't work that way.

"Alphonse, you know I'm not chasing tails at the moment. I thought we had this conversation before."

Wait for it.

"Dude, you're hot enough I'd go bent for you anywhere." That phrase was pure torture for the pitiful hyena, even more considering how the dobbie poked his wide chest with a thumb when speaking about him. Dwight shuddered but the doggie kept on talking. "If I were gay..."

Dwight clamped both his rounded black floppers against his skull, trying make the sound die out but the boisterous dobbie kept his words flowing like a waterfall.

"... I don't know how you do it but..."

Dwight kept his eyes right on dobbie's bright brown ones, they gleamed with life and hope and security. He wanted one day to exude for Alphonse did for him, and to keep him save and warm... and hot.

"...I'm not much for anal... I mean... ew..."

Dwight's big chest rumbled, so much he waited, so much Al teased... it was not fair.

"...although if a girl would offer I think could give it a try..."

Yet he kept talking, thinking of himself first and changing the topic for his straight perversions.

"...just have her take a... onema? Anemia...? What's it called?"

But enough was enough, the hyena quickly stood and walked to his hot friend.

"Dwight?"

"Enema, Al." The hyena said, placing both huge paws over the Doberman's shoulders. "It's called enema. And let me tell you, anal is quite the experience, even if you are on the receiving end, and it's safe as long as you know what you're doing."

"What are you doing?" Alphonse snarled his question, fully aware of what the hyena wanted but still giving him his chance to quit.

"...giving you an example."

Before Alphonse could move away Dwight pinned him down over his mattress, using his expertise in judo to turn him over his belly and lock his arm on his back.

"Dwight..." The struggling Doberman huffed out.

"Please..." Dwight's voice spoke of a different reason for his assault, he wanted his friend but to use force wasn't how he wanted him. "It's been a long while. And you fucking know the teasing bastard you've been being."

Al growled.

"...for me."

Dwight let go of his friend and stood up, his erection already at full mast, his arousal thickening the air and invading the dobbie's nostrils. It wasn't much different from his own, musky and manly and totally overpowering any other present scents.

"Uh..." He hesitated before meeting his friends pleading eyes, what he wanted felt too much for Al to give, what Dwight wanted was to take something he could never retrieve. Never in his life.

"For..." But he loved that hyena. Not in the same way he wanted or needed to be loved but he did. "...for you."

Both males sat beside one another, Dwight staring up and down at the Doberman's sculpted body, drinking on the sight like he's been doing secretly but now, fully acknowledged... and allowed.

Breathing deeply and exhaling just as much, Dwight moved to kiss and lick his dobbie's neck while one naughty paw searched his hips and the other caressed the thin white fabric over his hard belly.

"Ggrrrr..."

The hyena rumbled and shuddered again taking a good whiff of his friend's manly scent, musty and masculine as ever, soon his paws found, one that adorable little tail, it moved and perked away like a playful child running away from his dad; but to daddy it came in the end. Alphonse let out a whimpering gasp at the sensation. Dwight's second paw began to crawl down, feeling each bulging diamond shaped muscle in the dog's exceptional abdomen, lightly scratching the skin and fur barely contained under the wife-beater.

But something was amiss.

Soon Dwight's paw reached one final stop, he couldn't help but moan at how Alphonse flaccid member felt, even under two covers of clothing it felt amazingly hot, big and hot. The hyena breathed deeply again into his friend's neck before asking the dog for one last permission.

But he stopped groping.

Dwight noticed how Alphonse shut his eyes and trembled at how he was being manhandled. He trembled allowing his dear friend to satiate what he wanted, giving him what he desired to take.

What made him different from Kennan if he were to take his friend as unwilling as he was? What made him different than a rapist waiting for him in a dark alley... tracking him down from school, and forcing him to sometimes have lunch together in that same school's cafeteria. There, where everyone looking at them would only say the great friends they were, unaware of the dirty secrets that lay behind the pair.

"I'm... I'm sorry."

Dwight's paw trembled when leaving the dog's groin, immediately missing the heat it exuded and how it felt against his fingerpads.

The hyena growled to himself, trying to find the resolve to not pounce his friend. It would probably be difficult but he could pin the dobbie down and then... and then what?

"Dude...?"

Dwight couldn't really tell what he'd do with a man under his weight. Would he fuck him? How?

"Dude you're scaring me."

There was a strong grip shaking his solid shoulder, the black and tan paw looked so much like Kennan's. The same colors, the same patterns yet somewhat slender.

"I'm... fine." Dwight finally managed. "It's just... I couldn't help it."

"I'm sorry." He said again, this time fighting back bitter tears of defeat. He was losing his personal battle, his lust took control and got him to do what he feared to be done to his own self.

But Alphonse took his muzzle with both paws, he stared at the glancing hyena's eyes with compassion and understanding. "It's ok." He said before slowly closing the distance. Dwight did so too.

When their lips joined... there were no fireworks, no magic, no nothing. Just muffled whimpers as both shared for the first and only time the taste of one another, Alphonse's experienced tongue guided his larger friend's in a slow mourning waltz, caressing each other and sharing the sweetening aftertaste of their chocolate... and just as slow as it began, it ended; a small trail of saliva joining their muzzle together as a silent witness of a union that would never be.

"I'm sorry too."

And with those words the heavy Doberman made his way to the adjacent bathroom, quickly turning the shower and getting in it. Dwight was left alone to cry his pain and desire, he knew something like this would happen if he ever tried... he just hoped their friendship could survive this, he hoped nothing changed.

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By the time Alphonse came out of the bathroom, Dwight was already asleep. How much the Doberman was inside, taking the longest bath he ever had he didn't know, what he did know was that the hot water had run out and started to feel scalding again a few minutes before he finally had the courage to get out.

"Dwight?"

The hyena didn't answer. He laid on the floor over a white bed sheet and to the feet of the mattress. Alphonse shook his head before climbing in bed and started calling his friend.

"Dwight...?"

The hyena registered the voice even in his dreams, he slowly lose grip of the slumbering arm of his sleep.

"Dwight, come here"

The Doberman patted his bed, he couldn't leave his friend to sleep at his feet feeling cold, like he was some kind of pet. The hyena looked at the paw hitting the mattress and calling him again. Inviting him to share a night's sleep with him.

And he complied.

Slowly and still believing this was some kind of dream, the burly hyena climbed in bed and stared at his friend. Alphonse's eyes hadn't lose their light, they gleamed even stronger in the shadowy room. Dwight nodded and then with closed eyes he laid himself with his back to the dog. Alphonse did the same.

But none could sleep, Dwight was aroused again. His thick erection pressed against his abs and scratched pass his belly button, making him uncomfortable enough to not sleep the whole night.

"Alphonse..." The hyena spoke, silently praying this was a dream and his friend would comply. "Could... could you...?"

Without a word or doubt his doggie friend turned and hugged the bigger guy from behind, letting him feel his powerful torso and fur over the cloths.

"I'm sorry, dude." Alphonse said spooning and snuggling with his best friend. "If I were gay..."

Dwight quickly took Alphonse's paw and pulled it to his heart, to earn him the feel of his beatings and to tell him he wasn't lying.

"If you were gay I'd have you fucking me right now."

Alphonse stayed silent, his friend's once ragging breathing soon became a normal one and then gave place to a light snoring. Now feeling drowsy, the big dog let his paw fall over his friend' chest and abs and then felt the head of Dwight's hot cock.

"I know..."

He said before closing his eyes and walking down into Morpheus' realm.

"...I'd do you too..."