FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Ignoring the gentle pattering of the rain against his head, the youngster made his way through the crowded street. Despite the lateness of the hour, the gradual increase in the ferocity of the wind, the volume of water dribbling from the sky, many had been drawn forth by the excitement of the area. Set aside from the bulk of the city, it provided a secretive place to pursue activities that the majority of society might find objectionable. Windows were darkened to keep all but the faintest glows of light from the street, the signs marking the buildings bore ambiguous names that provided no real indication of the nature of the establishments they adorned. For those that might accidentally stumble into a small collection of buildings designed to provide a specialist service, it would be strange, unappealing. Such was the intention of those who regularly walked the street.

Evidently the young creature was amongst them, for there was neither fear nor curiosity in his manner as he picked his way easily through the crowd. Although those about moved quickly and made no attempt to keep their voices down as they spoke, he did not spare even the briefest of moments for them. His eyes; a bright, crystal green that gleamed in the murkiness of his surroundings, stayed focused at all times upon a single property. Like many of the other buildings in the area, it was unremarkable in its design. Set just a short way back from the street itself - so that visitors needed to take a short journey along a cobbled pathway before they reached the small, wooden doorway - its entire surface was coated in a plain, grey stone. No windows gazed out over the street, no sign adorned the area above the door. Within a street littered with such nondescript properties, there was nothing about it that should peak interest so greatly, but it was clear from the manner of the creature that his attentions could focus upon little else.

Hastening his pace just a little - primarily out of care to avoid a sudden surge in the volume of bodies about him, his eyes continued to gleam hungrily as he drew up before the slightly stained surface of the door. Giving his lips a quick lick with the point of a pink tongue, he gave the area around him a brief scan with his eyes as he reached for the handle that would grant entrance to the property. He seemed a little unsure, as though concerned that he might have been followed, that an unexpected someone might emerge suddenly from the street around. His eyes - though they retained a hungry glimmer - narrowed a little, his long, pointed ears were cocked and attentive, and his nose quivered lightly at every testing sniff of the air. In the briefest of times that it took him to pull down the handle of the door and push it backwards to reveal the narrow hallway within, he took in enough of those around to assure himself that all was safe, and turning his back upon the street he quickly crossed the threshold.

As the door shut firmly behind him, his slender frame seemed to relax a little; his face breaking out into a cheerful grin as he shook his body free of the droplets of water that lingered upon his heavy jacket - sending them raining down instead upon the walls, and the carpet, of the building. Much like the exterior of the property, these were dark, rather worn, not of any exceptional design. They were equally dark in colour; the soft, spongy carpet of a deep crimson, the walls of a rather simple navy blue. Upon the ceiling overhead, many small orbs cast their light upon the area; but with the lack of windows and the intentionally dark design of the room, they did little to ease the enclosed, unwelcoming feel of the hallway.

Taking only as little time as was necessary to ensure that he was presentable enough to proceed, the figure did not hesitate to leave the dreary room. With the water well shaken from his clothing, he unzipped his simple black jacket and ripped it from his body as he hastened across the carpet. His destination lay just a short distance ahead; the only other doorway that led off from the room - one of a much cleaner, better polished wood. Upon its shining surface, a small plaque encouraged him to knock twice upon it to receive entrance, and no sooner had he done so than a small click of a lock indicated that his attentions had been received.

"Who seeks entrance?" A firm voice rung out, as the door opened just enough to allow a stubby muzzle and a stern pair of eyes to poke through. With much care they scanned the face, the body of the figure before them. Taking their time, they might perhaps have been waiting for a response, but before they could be given one they let out a rather excited exclamation of their own. "Mister Fleetside, I should've known we could be expecting you!"

"Too right, Lucas." The slender creature chuckled appreciatively, as the door was opened to allow him to pass through. Beyond, the body of the guardian could be clearly seen. Unlike his own short, rather skinny frame, it was heavy, broad-shouldered. Stripped almost entirely of clothing - a thin, revealing pair of briefs all that prevented their nudity - they opened their arms invitingly and motioned him towards them with a quick flick of the head. Without hesitation he fell upon them; slender arms wrapping themselves around those chunky shoulders as an eager nose began snuffling playfully through the soft white fur that coated their underside.

"Oh man, you smell as good as ever. I don't know how you do it." He whimpered weakly, during breaks in the eager sampling of the damp, slightly dirty fur that clothed the body of his friend. With every movement he edged further down, his body lowering a little as his nose brushed across the firm stomach, down towards the rather generous bulge that sat beneath that teasingly tight underwear. "It's such a shame the boys have you working the door today, not that I can complain any about the welcome. What's happened to young Mark, isn't this his usual job?"

"Yeah, but he is out for the day. Something to do with his family, or so I gathered." Lucas responded with a light-hearted shrug. Stepping back out of the grip of their friend as his nose finally found the front of their briefs, they pulled him to his paws and guided his instead towards the small archway through which his next destination lay. Disappointed, he pouted and whimpered longingly, but they remained firm; responding with only a light-hearted chuckle and a gentle slap to the seat of his pants as they pushed his slender figure playfully towards the arch. "Go on, get that furry butt of yours in there. You just know everybody is waiting for their sexy fox, and there's a new guy that I think you might be keen to meet."

"Really? I guess I better go check it out." The expression upon the slender furry face changed almost instantly from their previous disappointment to one of eager hungriness. Keen to press on and make his way into the heart of the building, he offered only the briefest of farewells to one he had pressed himself upon only moments before. A quick wave of a paw, a nod of the head, and he was off; long fluffy tail wagging playfully against his backside as he made his way hastily through the archway.

His gaze found a more appealing room. Although decorated in identical fashion to the dark area he had just departed, the presence of multiple lights and a vast glass doorway looking out over the garden ensured the room retained a bright, airy feel. It was much more homely, much more welcoming. As he made his way slowly along its carpeted floor, his eyes darted first to the left - where a series of pictures hung above the small, cushioned booths provided for seating - and then to the right, where the bar itself was well-positioned to provide nourishment to any eager customers.

Behind this, two familiar figures were gesturing eagerly for him to join them. Stood together at a bar that was completely devoid of activity, their tops were discarded so that he might look with longing upon two completely opposing frames. Athletic and muscular, the body of the taller of the pair was that one that stole his initial attention. Broad-shouldered and powerful in the chest, it was coated in short, well-groomed furs of black with the occasional spotting of a orangey brown; a good deal different from the mostly chocolate and white markings that covered the body beside him. Despite this, many of their features were much alike. Both shared the same, rather large head, the long, floppy ears, the keen eyes which followed his movements eagerly. Although there were enough differences amongst them to mark them out as being of differing breeds - in particular the natural stockiness of the chubbier creature; the shortness in his limbs and slight stubbiness in the face, each provided some amount of fascination for the fox - though it was the more powerful body to which his gaze flicked as he settled himself upon a vacant stool.

"Evening, fellas." His tone was hungry, excited as he gazed upon the stubby face that he knew and loved. Settled comfortably, he wasted no time in savouring the sights, the scents that his new position granted him. Although the presence of the polished wood did not allow his gaze to wander far enough South to determine whether or not the lower-parts of the pair were covered, he contentedly focused his attentions upon those areas of their bodies which remained comfortably unclothed. Working his gaze upwards and then downwards across each willing frame in turn, he paused regularly to draw in deep, testing breaths; as though to allow him to separate each beautiful scent and pinpoint its location about the beasts before speaking once more. "Aah, that beautiful stench of those I love. How I've missed it over the last couple of days,"

"Yeah, where have you been hiding anyway?" The shorter of the pair demanded of him. Waddling a little due to the sheer chubbiness of an otherwise stubby frame, they edged their way along the length of the bar and made their way out from behind it. Immediately it became clear that the pair had discarded all clothing. Although partially hidden beneath a bulging belly that looked way too big for the short body upon which it sat, the underparts of the creature were on obvious display. At every movement of the creature they jiggled a little and drew a short chuckle from between the lips of the fox; who was so eagerly watching the approach of the chubby fellow that he barely heard the comments they directed at him. "We've missed you too, you know! You could've at least let us know where you were. What if we had had a bunch of new guys in, or somebody had wanted to arrange an event? You know we need you for that stuff!"

"Aww, I trust you guys. You know that!" The fox slipped from his stool and made his way over to his friend. Taking them in his arms, he wrapped them up in a firm, loving hug; one which allowed him to press his nose into their chunky shoulder and breathe in that beautiful, familiar scent. He loved it dearly, whimpered weakly as it flooded his nostrils, as those short, sweaty hairs lightly tickled his nose. Trembling a little with excitement, he eased one of his arms from the shoulder of the canine, let the paw stray downwards to explore the chubby body he held so close. "Do you want a little fun? A little present to tell you how sorry a foxy is that he couldn't be with you for a couple of days?"

Edging backwards a little, he released the chubby fellow from his grip. They whimpered a little, pleaded with him to make haste. He could sense their hunger, their eagerness to continue. Standing before him, that immense body trembled, those bright eyes gazed eagerly up at him. As he began to hastily unbutton his shirt, they sniffed eagerly at the air, licked lightly at their lips. They were becoming aroused, excited watching him gradually wiggle his body out into the light. As the shirt fell to the floor and the fox slipped the belt from around his waist, the volume of their whimpers grew. Barely able to contain themselves, their body shook with hunger, their eyes were wide, pleading, as he turned away and began to ease his trousers down his legs.

Even before they had hit the floor, he felt the heavy arms of the canine easing themselves around his body. As he had expected, they had been unable to resist, unable to contain themselves as he stripped down to nothing but the shoes upon his foot-paws and the tight underpants that briefly hid his underparts from their gaze. With a chuckle he let them begin to explore, let those paws ease down beneath his underwear, let those fingers gently caress his sensitive underside. Whimpering in pleasure, the beast snuffled eagerly against his neck as they peeled back his pants to bring his stubby sheath out into view.

"Such a beautiful fox." Their voice was weak, stifled by their growing arousal. Already, as they pressed up against his back, the fox could feel the point of their penis brushing up against him. With every movement of the chubby creature, it rubbed against the outside of his tail, caused more excitement to the one that held him in their grasp. Becoming more eager, more playful, they began to slip their arms downwards a little; going down between his own before suddenly making a grasp for them and holding them firm in their paws. "It was a generous offer of yours, and I mean to make the most of it. You owe us three days of delicious foxiness, and we want to take it all at once!"

With no desire to free himself, the fox never-the-less made a half-hearted attempt to resist the firm grip of his captor. He knew the pair loved a little play, a little excitement. Often he had been asked to play the helpless captive, and it was a role that he was more than willing to fill if it ensured the happiness and excitement of his friends. Already the second of these had crept from behind the bar to settle themselves before him, to run a teasing, tickling paw down the length of his stomach, to edge it towards his sheath; the tip of which poked up from where his underpants had been peeled back a little.

"Now then, our dirty little fox," They smirked; firmly grasping at the waistband of his underwear and beginning to ease it down around his legs. "It seems like somebody decided not to have a shower this morning, so now it's time for your loyal partners to ensure you have a long, slow and deliciously thorough bath."