FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

DISCLAIM: It gets more fantastical at this point. This is really two chapter in one, separated by asterisks. Thank you all for reading and rating the last piece, it's wonderful to hear your comments.

(EDITED 1/10: added)As with the last chapter, the yiff is enclosed in asterisks. Wanted to bring back the two characters (Jaguar and Lion) as I intend to include them in the future.

Thank you again for all who read the last passage.

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The bear reluctantly let his arms slack at his sides, nodding in disdainful approval for Interloper to proceed.

"As I was saying, there is a certain winged creature in the possession of your... gang." Interloper tightened his grip on the jacket, almost tearing at the rugged cloth between his paws.

"So... where is he?" Interloper's tongue was sharp when he spoke, his voice rasping as he pointed the question to the bear. Out of the corner of his eye, Interloper caught sight of the barkeep, casually cleaning out a mug while whistling. This was apparently nothing new to him. The civet didn't seem to mind either, as he waved the barkeep over to chat.

"The corner of medina and 7th - the water treatment plant." Fear could be heard in the bear's voice, as if he had just uttered a confession to judgmental ears.

Before Interloper had a chance for a response, the bear swung around his good right paw, swelled with a black and wispy shearing energy, striking Interloper in the gut. The energy strike caused Interloper's side to tear open.

Energy in this world is come across, but the science behind it is something else all together. One cannot simply mold any old type of energy at any old time. The energy concept is not thrown around -- it is rare a fur possesses it. Their neurochemistry has to be right to do so. For example, in the aforementioned shearing energy swell, the bear's pain and fear of his utterance caused a release of a chemical component from his brain. While the chemicals briefly altered the physiology of his hand to make what we'll call an antenna, brain waves from his head transmitted to the antenna, and the interaction caused somewhat of a tear in space -- it gets a little technical to go any further, and isn't pertinent; for the purposes of the story, the explanations will be limited and indented such as this one so as not to detract from the story aside from general curiosity. The idea behind 95% of all these energy interactions is that it's half a physical component and half a mental stimulus.

Unfortunately the bear didn't quite realize that this paticular fox was one of a kind -- he also could mutate space, but only when caused intense physical trauma, and in an opposing reaction. The tear the bear caused in Interloper's side energized him. Interloper's eyes opened wide as he locked his gazw with the bear, the pupils of his eyes elemented a wispy white glow. As Interloper's teeth clenched through hte pain, he drew his left paw back. Bloos spilled down his side, soaking a streak down his fighting pants and pooling upon the floor. A white smoke emanated from his left paw and arm, as if he was sweating away steam. In a swift blow he brought his paw down in a punch directly to the bear's right paw, the burst of opposing shearing energy utterly shattering the bones within the bear's paw into shards.

"My paw!! Aaaaarrrrggghhh!" The bear roared in anger and pain, attempting to coddle his now both shattered paws in his lap.

Interloper stumbled out onto the dance floor, clutching his torn side as it spilled out his blood to the floor. He made his way over to the dog, who was just beginnign to regain conciousness. The general populace of the bar didn't seem to have any reaction at this point, giving the inference that the town was to look the other way in any event involving the Flying Jackals.

Interloper brought himself to his knees next to the waking dog, and placed his right paw upon the dog's cheek. Interloper had to fix himself, had to repair himself before he lost any more blood -- he brought his head down, and touching muzzle to muzzle with the dog, embraced him as he sucked the dog's health away. Interloper's eyes pooled with blood as he drew the strength from the dog, his entire body quivered with pain. The bleeding of his side slowed by a great amount as the tear shrank, but not enough to close entirely.

The dog seizured in pain just as Interloper did. Interloper fought to hold the embrace as he took the dog's health away, the dog's paws feebly batting at Interloper's muzzle, but not enough. The dog slipped back into a heavily pained state of unconciousness, and Interloper fell to his side, breaking the embrace, lying in a pool of his blood and breathing heavily.

Interloper opened his blood-filled eyes to look up at the civet, who was looking down at him through his drooping sunglasses.

The civet leaned down beside Interloper, sitting upon his heels, Interloper could almost swear the civet's shades would slip right off his face and hit Interloper in the head. The civet helped Interloper

to his feet, without so much as a grunt or whimper of exertion in doing so. He gave a look to the bartender, the bartender replying with an affirming nod, and inconspicuous glance to a door beside the bar.

Interloper felt himself lead hindpaw over hindpaw into a room behind the bar -- a plain work of art, giving the simple musings to artists long forgotten by time. A single light hung from the ceiling in the

center, piping protruded from the floor and ran their way along the walls, into ceilings, sliding their way through the broken mona lisa of a room. All walls and floors were concrete, and cracks emanated

where the walls met the floor, bolting their way as a gross intrusion into the room. The civet and Interloper ducked as they walked into the room to avoid an overhanging pipe, closing the door with a free hindpaw behind them - he helped Interloper lie upon his side on a blanketless cot, his wound facing the ceiling.

"What's your name, civet?" the labor of Interlopers words seemed to have diminished since he last spoke.

".. Just call me Sage..." the civet gave a half response, pre - occupied by opening the mirror adjacent to the bed and fumbling through the medicine cabinet, eventually pulling out a roll of gauss. He sat upon the bed beside Interloper, and wrapped the gauss around Interloper's side, covering up the wound -- he stil lcould not believe the he saw the fox's wound heal before his eyes. He could've sworn a moment ago that the fox would have died if he had not been stitched up; and now he was nearly better.

"Now then, I believe you were going to tell me how you did that..." Intrigue sparked upon Sage's tongue with his words.

"It's simple diffusion.... all I did was balance out the amount of dead and dying cells between our bodies... I'm not fully repaired, but I'm better off... and the Dog out there wont be feeling too well when he wakes up again." Interloper spoke as if this wasn't anything shocking to him.

"...How many years did you spend in concentration learning that?" Sage's eyes sharpened... his breathing paced up, it was obvious he wanted to learn the same ability from the feverish paces of his words.

"... it takes more than a lifetime, Sage. It's not something you'll see elsewhere.." There was an overtone of diffusion for the situation..

"How many years, Interloper?"

"... about 112."

Sage practically lept from the bed, as if there was some corrosive element to Interloper's response. How was that possible? This stranger, he must be mad, his antagonism at the outset, his lies of his power.

Sage was familiar, as is common knowledge among the world, of the two otherworldy dominances of nature. There were the aerials, and the sunken. These were the outlying forces of nature; and if a fur is so devout and promising to one of the two, they would have the glory of basking in the respective afterlife.

Of course, such ordinances of nature surely incite the implication that each has their own set of agents -- the agents of the aerials, as an istute reader such as yourself may have guessed, have wings; and of course, with wings, the ability to fly. The sunken, as may not be so obvious, can tunnel through the earth, through the ground, as they please -- the markings of a sunken being are not so obvious -- one would have to inspect their palms and hindpaws for serrations.

Its highly uncommon to see these beings in the mortal world -- most furs will be lucky if they see one or the other once in their lifetime. But if this creature, whatever he may be, in front of Sage, has truly been around so long, then he must not be of this world.

Before Interloper could respond, or Sage could collect his mass of thoughts on what Interloper had just said, the barkeep burst through the door into the room, not very mindful of the piping that was at forehead level.

"Sage! You have to get --" his sentence was abruptly cut off, as he banged his head into the pipe, knocking himself out. Sage didn't need to hear the rest of the sentence; his thought process was already implicating that there were more of the Flying Jackals in the bar, and once they saw their comrades in shambles, they were going to bust heads.

Sage took a glance out the door, noticing five more Flying Jackals assessing Interloper's work. He felt torn -- he couldn't take on five at his best, and did he even want to defend Interloper? For all he knew the Jackals would be doing a service to furkind by taking him away.

Interloper rose to his feet while Sage stood puzzling. "Don't worry... I'll take care of it.... I'm sorry to have troubled you." Interloper walked across the room -- the same walk past the crying kit, the same look of vengance was in his eyes.

He stepped out into the bar, combing his eyes over the dance floor for the couple who had previously admired him. The Lion stepped in front of him, from a seat in the bar, right away, moving closely to Interloper. The Lion placed one paw on his hip opposite his wounded side and stared right into Interloper's eyes.

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"I think you were just about to take us dancing." The Lion grinned and tilted his head as he said this, purring a light bit as his paw slid up Interloper's side. Interloper didn't need to turn to realize the Jaguar was behind him, moving closely into him, placing his paw on Interloper's other hip.

This was just what Interloper needed. He winked at the Lion, simultaneously putting his paw on the Jaguar's forearm and taking a step forward, inviting the Lion to pull him onto the dance floor. Both of his new dance partners followed him, the Lion's hips pressed into Interloper's, he soon felt the feeling of an erect knot against his crotch, through his pants. His head teetered, as his mind was only on getting out of the club unnoticed, the stimulation to him was taking its own control, making his heartbeat pick up, the electricity of touch from his shoulders to pawtips heightening his senses.

As the three rotated, Interloper caught a glance at the door -- his determination drew him back to reality, but was soon cut off again, as the Jaguar's free paw found its way up his soft tail, lifting it as he stepped behind Interloper. The Jaguar stepped into Interloper's rear, grinding against it closely, roughly.

The Fox felt his body responding, pressing itself back onto the Jaguar's tent, in reflexive motion as his breathing began to grow heavy -- suddenly the doorway grew so far from him, and the stimulation was so incredible. He let his left paw wrap around the Lion's side and pulled his chest to the Lion, breathing in and letting his naked chest push against his dance partner. His right started to motion back, rubbing onto the Jaguar's thigh as he felt himself begin to entwine into the motions of the curves. The slow and certain touches of lust made his own sheath grow tight, against his will, fading to the tempting scents, the fur against his fur, the rough grinding against both of his sides.

His body quickly gave, the pain on his side nothing but a memory as his weight pressed entirely upon the Lion, forcing the Lion to fall on his back as Interloper fell forward onto him and straddled him. The Jaguar sat behind the two and let his own paw rub against the Lions tent, then up along Interloper's rear, just across his tailhole over his pants. Interloper moved to lean in, to nip upon the Lion's neck, when he soon noticed he was at the stairwell, that he was ever so close. He sighed heavily, his exhalation rushing through his body like a calming tide, driving down his lustful tensions. He leaned over to the Lion's ear, whispering into it.

"Have to go. I'll see you around." He licked the Lion's ear before getting up with less reluctance than his body wanted him to have and walked up the stairs.

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Interloper took the step, across the threshold to the underground behind and below him, letting the warm air rise upon the stairs, like the goodbye breath of a lover to his departed, letting his fur brushed upon his tail and backside into the glacial air in the night. He looked his way upon the street, his eyes crawling over indefinite silhouettes of shadow and poorly lit debris as the wind scooped it up and carried it into the trappings of the eve. The desperate cry if the wind through the town drowned away all other manners of sounds, loud and desperate, searching for the secret as it wound through the streets.

His hindpaws moved in wary motion as he walked, knees ahead of his hindpaws, his tail low and counter balancing his motion as he walked in suspicion through the streets. He had been looking too long, and now that he felt so close, all manner of stray thoughts in his head seemed to align, like stars to a prophecy, sharpening his senses.

He moved his way under streets, staying in the cover of shade that hugged him and guided him, finding his way to a block that held high chain link fencing with a forbidding amount of razor wire atop it. He looked up to notice the teetering street signs read Medina and 5th -- 2 blocks from where the bear has previously indicated. He was lied to.

Inside of the fencing, a great series of old, rusted cylindrical spires crawled from the earth and into the sky, trapped in eternal failure of never being able to reach the stars.

He latched his paws onto the fencing, looking up at the geometric nightmare of razor wire above him. He pushed his hindpaws against the concrete, using his forepaws in a delayed motion to propel his rising force upward and around as he flew forepaws first into the sky. He moved in flawless motion between the razors with his paws, gripping against the topbar that ran parallel to the ground, pushing off against it in a forward and upward motion, flipping himself up and over the top of the fence, landing upon the other side without so much as an exhalation as he hit the concrete upon the other side.

He moved his way through the complex of spires, searching and seeking without his eyes or ears now, only by his deepest and basest instincts, moving low and in the dark. He felt a slight confusion prick at the back of his head at the lack of lighting in this place, dodging his way under oversized piping and around the dying bases of the water towers that loomed judgingly above him.

He found his way to a staircase that was surrounded by a mass of steel support structures, fading blue lamp lights upon either side of the stairwell flickering as they guided the way up into the main building. A faded sign read 'office' at the base. Interloper had finally arrived -- but this didn't seem at all right to him.... he was feeling mislead by the information he was given; but regardless, he would see in any

case if this truly was where his search would end. He moved quickly up the stairs, his paw falling upon the knob of the plain white door at the top of the stairs, the linear destination, he pushed it quickly

open.

The room was small, no more than twenty feet by fifteen feet -- the majority of the walls contained file cabinets and desks, each looking as if it had a very long life, with many stories of cents and scrapes to tell. The ceiling stretched high above, to steel piping and flourescent lamps lighting the floors in sequentially spaced circular white glows -- and in the center of the room two furs.

A gray hyena sat, bound to a chair, his head hanging low, the wings on his back folded together and bound as well by steel cable. The hyena's blonde dorsal crest hanged down, covering his face, which was looking to the ground. He wore a dark flak jacket and dark pants. His very finely toned arms wound out and behind the chair, signs of abuse told his head hung low because of too much pain endured while he was bound. Interloper had found who he was looking for, the hyena he had searched city after city to find, and now he was here.

The other fur stood to the left of the hyena, a tall black panther who wore an unbuttoned trench coat, under it was a white tee shirt and gray slacks. His right paw held a 9mm berretta, pointed ever so

closely to the hyena's head, while his left paw rested on the hyena's shoulder. There was nothing but a look of pure excitement as the panther locked eyes with Interloper, who's eyes wore nothing but a mood of pure resentment at the situation in front of him.

"Here's an idea. Let him go, and I won't turn your head around 180 degrees." Interloper barked out the words at the panther, rage seething into his sentence. He stepped one step closer to the panther and hyena.

"Move again and he dies... and believe me Interloper.... is that what you're calling yourself now? Interloper? It brings me no pleasure to have to put a bullet through the head of one of the rarest anomalies I have ever come across. But if one paw so much as drifts a milimeter closer.... you will get to see whats on his mind - all over the floor and wall." The Panther's voice was thick and raspy, he inched the berretta closer to the hyena's head, motion in indication with his words.

"You want to try that shit on someone, do it to someone who isn't tied up, you little bitch- you better shoot me now, because you're not going to have a chance in a few seconds." Interloper motioned toward the panther, every muscle in tense anger and rage.

"Predictable. You get hurt, you use your little skill to hurt me. That right? Anyway, I'd like to see how close you get before I empty this clip into your head." The panther's words made Interloper's eyes go wide with suprise.

"Didn't think I'd know about your little skill, did you? Interloper... I know everything about you. This is a wonderful day for me, that I get not one, but two utter anomalies in my presence."

Interloper paused a moment, eyes sharp as nails as he looked at the panther, listening to his words.

"Shocked, I see. I'm suprised, Interloper. A creature here who isn't really mortal, whose lived as long as you shouldn't be. Tell me, how does it feel, Interloper, to know that you don't have a soul? That no

matter what you do, you won't get an afterlife with either the aerials or the sunken? No one knows what would happen if you died... which makes this so interesting, because no one knows what would happen if this one died either. A hyena born into the mortal world with the wings of an aerial, and the powers of one -- entirely impossible, he has no soul either. He's escaped from all radars and stayed completely from the screens of either force... just like you."

"What is it you want, clairvoyant?" Interloper knew that this panther was one of the very unheard of clairvoyant furs. There was maybe a chance of one being born every hundred years or so. A fur that can see whatever they want on the mortal plane whenever they want.

"What more could I want? I have him, and now, I have you." The panther smiled widely, his eyes coming out of focus and looking at the door behind Interloper. Interloper didn't need to turn to see what he was looking at, as he already may have guessed. In a sudden move of lightning speed, he pulled a side kick behind him, expecting some kind of fur in the doorway. A hit against a chest matched his expectations as he heard an unknown fur take a spill down the stairs behind him. He used the momentum to rocket himself forward, pouncing at the panther with his left shoulder forward. The panther quickly brought the gun to point at Interloper's chest, firing off two rounds. One round hit Interloper in the chest, the other hit his bracelet, causing it to ricochet back at the panther with the same speed as it had exited the gun, striking him in the head, killing him.

Interloper fell forward to the ground, moving quickly for the ropes that held the hyena in place. His eyes were burning in light in counterbalance to the hit he took to the chest. He placed his paws

upon the ropes, and releasing the energy he stored within himself upon the steel cables, blasted them apart, freeing the hyena. His energy release took his remaining breath from him, he felt the bullet deep in his chest, taking his life away, as he collapsed to the ground, he looked to one of the lights overhead, watching as it faded slowly into black...

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Certainly more to come. If you made it this far, congratulations :P and thank you for reading my work.