FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Principal Richard Gleason roamed the hallways of P.S. 34 like he owned the place. With his chest puffed out, the students who were bustling and struggling to get to their classes before the bell rang all pressed to the sides of the lockers, sure that if they stood in the middle of the hallway they would probably get trampled. To call the principal big was an understatement. He was absolutely massive, even more so than might seem typical for a grizzly bear. His fur was various shades of brown, with a natural white "Mohawk" strip going from his crown all the way down between his eyes, and several scars over his neck had long turned white from depigmentation. He was actually quite frightening to behold. He strutted along; chest puffed out under his white dress shirt that barely held his girth inside, growling and snarling at all the students. He was like a feudal king, who demanded his serfs bow down in his presence. Sure, he was a good principal, but such a big dick he was widely hated, and the graduates for this year were all so thrilled that in another week, they would never have to see the grizzly ever again.

Principal Gleason went into his office and told his secretary, a cute little rabbit, "no call please." And with that, he closed the heavy door behind him, and locked it, just to be sure. His office was a large room, very large in fact, even boasting a small walk in closet for storage. Over the walls were his degrees and awards, as well as some souvenirs he had collected from his various cosmopolitan travels. He sat down at his desk, made from red oak, and reclined in his chair. After a moment, he opened the mini-fridge that was concealed in a hidden spot within the desk itself, and pulled out a sports drink to sip. He reclined further and closed his eyes, setting the bottle down. He was confident that he wouldn't fall asleep; he just wanted to shut his eyes for a moment before he got to work on balancing the budget for next year.

Against the wall, to his side and slightly behind him, a tribal mask that he had picked up from the East, as well as an ornamental kimono, both came to life, starting to shake and wiggle. A delicate leg lifted, and a graceful foot was placed onto the ground. The other leg lifted and stepped off the pedestal, and suddenly the kimono and mask was no longer leaning against the wall. The kimono and mask moved forward with the stealth and grace of the greatest assassins. From out of the kimono's sleeve came a small syringe, and when the kimono was just behind the dozing bear, the syringe was jabbed into the bear's thick neck. The contents, a clear fluid, were quickly injected. Although the bear felt the bite of the syringe and the fluid, and was suddenly aware of the presence behind him, he did not have the strength to stand up. It was strange, but he found himself weak and tired and could only lay there in the chair, resting heavier, the chair whining under his new weight and threatening to collapse. The kimono walked in front of him, in front of the desk, and a hand lifted to the mask.

"He he, surprise," said the grinning lynx face that was revealed behind the mask. Shrugging his shoulders, the kimono suddenly fell to the ground, and the short, thin body of the feline was revealed.

"Andrew?" the principal asked. "Andrew Hicks..."

The lynx smiled slightly. "You're a good principal, you know that. I mean you're a rotten person. A bully who struts around with his chest puffed out, but you're a good principal. You know almost everyone in the school."

Principal Gleason blinked once or twice, trying to keep his head straight. His muscles felt weak and paralyzed, but his head seemed to be running fairly clear. He sighed. "What is this, some sort of senior prank? Are you going to shave me? Class of '99 tried that. Then class of '03 waxed my stripe for graduation. I'd rather get shaved. Hurts less and the hair grows in more even."

The lynx shook his head. "No no, Mr. Bully. This isn't anything to do with a prank or senior thing." The lynx squatted down, and gathered the kimono and mask off the ground, not wanting them to get damaged. Later he would retrieve the mannequin that usually wore them from the closet, but for now he had business to tend to. Setting them both articles of clothing aside, he stepped around the desk and now stood before the bear, and Principal Gleason realized Andy wasn't just wearing no shirt, but also no pants or... well, anything else. Andy was one of the shortest people in the senior class, barely surpassing the mice and rats in height. Not to mention he was almost completely devoid of muscle: his little stick figure body looking rather funny.

"You've always been a big dick," Andy continued. "Such a big dick. Picking on us nerds, and letting the jocks pick on us, because they're jocks and we're nerds. I've gotten through four years of getting stuffed into lockers and strung up on flagpoles. Flagpoles! How is that even possible?"

Principal Gleason shook his head. "Is this going to take long? I have to do next year's budget. You're graduating next week. You're the valedictorian. So you got bullied: life goes on. You're going to get a job in a Fortune 500 company, marry and divorce a dozen supermodels and own fifty cars. So you got bullied: get over it already. Tired of dealing with all these whiners going on and on about how school is so hard."

"Yeah, life goes on," Andy chuckled, reaching forward and slowly loosening, then undoing Principal Gleason's tie. He began to unbutton his shirt next, exposing his broad chest, and then went to work on Principal Gleason's belt. He was surprised how many scars Gleason had over his body. His torso was a map of white streaks over his brown chest, and he enjoyed taking some time to stroke them with one of his nails. "Life goes on, but you know; I've got an IQ of 186, and yet I have so much damn trouble letting stuff go. You get bullied enough, and that just sticks with you. Fortunately, I set my 186 IQ to solving how I felt, and I finally came up with something."

The bear's pants were undone, and Andy leaned forward. To reach Principal Gleason's ear, he actually had to climb slightly into his lap. When close enough, he whispered with glee in his voice, "Bullying is about power. I'm going to take your power away. I'm going to rape you."

Principal Gleason stared at Andy, eyes wide.

"Oh, don't worry. I promise, I won't hurt you. Even what I injected you with, it's just a special concoction I made. Just... makes you a bit easier to manage. I figure I'll get it patented and then take it to the government. Tomorrow you'll wake up with a sore anus to remember this by, but nothing more. Now, you want to get started?"

Andy walked around behind Gleason, and with all his might, rammed against the principal's chair. Principal Gleason tumbled forward suddenly, landing on his side with a muffled thud. Andy kicked Gleason onto his back, before taking hold of the pants legs. He tugged them carefully, exposing Principal Gleason's underwear, thick thighs, and feet. Finally, he threw the pants aside, as they no longer interested him.

Andy lowered and crawled over Principal Gleason's chest, slinking like a house cat. The size difference was certainly extreme, and yet despite the fact that the principal had been a linebacker in college and gotten his teaching degree on a football scholarship, whatever Andy had injected him with was making him feel so weak and helpless. He could still move a fair bit. He could lift his arms and his head and fidget, but everything just felt so heavy and his muscles so fatigued; he couldn't push the little lynx off him. Andy continued to slink along on all fours, his delicate hands and feet barely making an impact on the bear's broad chest. At last he came to kneel down before the principal's face. His grin was wide, like a Cheshire cat. He took hold of Principal Gleason's head by the ears and lifted it; until the bear's long snout was pushed right into the lynx's furry scrotum.

Principal Gleason did not want to breathe, considering where his nose was, and he tried to turn his head to the side or back, but Andy kept tight hold of his ears and disciplined the bear with a tug if he didn't stay still. Eventually, Principal Gleason had to, and took a long breath, forced to breathe the intense musk of the cat. Being a cat, there was a lot of musk coating his scrotum, and almost immediately Gleason began to feel a bit sick and light headed. He growled within his throat and swerved his eyes up, glaring quite hard at the lynx, who did not notice. He simply sat there, little tail nub wagging and wiggling, pulling the giant bear's head into his crotch. He wiggled the head side to side, or pushed it harder and harder, and when he grew bored with holding his head, he simply rolled himself forward and smothered Gleason's face beneath his sack and pubic fur.

The scent was indescribable: thick and musky and smothering. Gleason lifted his arms to try to push the cat away, but despite his strength, he just could not utilize his muscles right to push even the small feline off him. Andy chuckled more, grinding side to side, pushing himself harder and harder. The friction of the bear's whiskers, his wet nose and his warm breath all felt quite good. Not to mention the thought of having the principal who terrorized the entire school beneath him like this. Truthfully he had not planned out too much of what to do, hoping that the ideas would come to him with time. And his lips pulled into a smile, because he did have one particularly delightful thought.

He got to his feet, giving Gleason a breath of fresh air, as well as an eclipsing view of the lynx's underside. Gleason watched as the lynx made a quick turnaround, placing his feet at either side of the bear's head. Principal Gleason stared up at the short, thin legs of the lynx, and to the little sheath, the hanging scrotum, the curve of his little rump... He was such a little bastard, and now he was hovering over the principal like an alpha dog. Andy's legs started to tense as he began to squat slowly. His tail lifted up to reveal more of the curve of his rump cheeks, and as he squatted further and his buttocks came to part, Gleason could see the quivering pink hole of the lynx's anus. As he lowered more and more, Gleason tried his hardest to fidget and move, but eventually the cat's ass had come to smother his face in the warm musky odor.

Andy was a little surprised when the wet nose came to rest between his cheeks, right against his pucker. There was the shock of something cold against his rather sensitive flesh, but he also felt bliss bubbling inside him at how utterly awesome it felt to be like this: dominating someone so much bigger. He grinded his ass down just a tad, wiggling his hips and forcing the snout right against his vent. One hand reached between his bare legs and he softly rubbed himself. The other hand went down to his buttock, and he began to squeeze and pull.

"Hey down there," he laughed. "You better get to licking if you ever want to see light again."

Gleason's hands clenched into fists. He tried to lift them to push the feline away, but all he could manage was placing his hands against Andy's chest. Andy even seemed to like the resistance, from how he chuckled and grinded harder. He pulled up and then bounced down to crush Gleason's head between his anus and the rug. Without much choice, Gleason slowly tilted his head up, and slipped out his large, thick tongue.

Andy reached forward to brace himself on the principal's chest. He adjusted how he was sitting, so he could lean back and push his ass into the prodding tongue, and his whole body was taken by a sudden shiver. The warmth and wetness of the bear's tongue against his rather sensitive vent, all the nerve endings that lined his pucker and the space just inside him were suddenly rubbed against by the taste buds. His tail batted side to side and he began to purr quite loud, eyes closed. The tongue pushed against his vent, poked at it, but when Andy felt his sub pulling back, he reached a hand back and gripped Gleason by the ear. He yanked him forward once more, making sure that the muzzle was properly placed between his cheeks, and then pulled just a bit more for emphasis. "Lick or I'll take your ear."

Gleason growled loudly, and his hands lifted and rested against Andy's underside. But slowly the tongue did slip out, tentatively pushing at the quivering hole. He adjusted, and instead stroked the crack with his tongue. He moved slowly at first, but after a disciplinary ear pull, he began to lick more forcefully and faster. He ran his tongue from the base of the lynx's musky scrotum to his tail's underside, paying particular attention to the tail hole. The taste was not as nauseating as Gleason would have feared. Cats were clean after all, but it was still far from pleasant, and his hands continued to clench into fists, pushing softly against Andy's underside, despite the cat's purrs. How many times had Andy tried to fight against some jocks or bullies, after all? And now he was sitting on the king of the bullies. He pushed his rump down a bit harder, actually relieving the pressure on his feet so he could sit down with his full weight, and crush and smother the bear's head under him. Still, he forced Gleason to lick and nuzzle and kiss his cheeks, earning long, deep purrs from the dominant.

Finally Andy rolled forward, and the pressure of his ass on Gleason's face was relieved. Gleason breathed for all he was worth; hoping to take in fresh air, but the air was quite stale with musk. He sat up slightly to look forward, as Andy stretched in a very cat like manner, rump lifted, and Gleason was terrified that he was going to be forced into another rim job. Instead, Andy stood, and then walked around to Gleason's side. He kicked the bear hard in the ribs, and growled, "Roll over." When Gleason didn't move, Andy kicked him again with all his might. "Roll over."

"I can't," Gleason snarled. "I can barely move."

Andy reached for something on the desk. A moment later, he squatted down over Gleason, and placed a sharpened letter opener at the bear's throat. "Find the strength."

Gleason swallowed loudly, and began to wiggle and roll. Andy squatted down and braced himself against the bear. Working in tandem, Gleason managed to roll onto his side. Another kick from Andy and Gleason tumbled onto his belly, groaning and growling loudly. Andy walked behind Gleason, and hooking his claws into Gleason's buttocks, using all his strength to lift. Gleason aided him, focusing all his strength on his legs tensing and rising until he was on his knees. But so utterly exhausted from that, his front half just plopped forward. His tongue rolled out and he panted and whimpered, though Andy didn't mind. This position was absolutely perfect.

"Like I said, big fella, I'm going to rape you. I'm going to fuck you."

The musky scent had come out in waves as Andy's penis grew to erection. With the pink shaft fully out of the lips of the sheath, and his scrotum churning and filling with warm seed, the scent was almost smothering within the room. Andy squatted, and then sat behind the principal, staring at the large rump. Gleason was a large bear. He reached forward, and rested his cheek against one of the buttocks, mentally bracing himself for what was going to come next. When he thought he was ready, he turned his head and pressed his face between Gleason's massive cheeks. Immediately, the musky smell of man hit him and he braced himself against the bear's body, leaning into it. He nuzzled the two large, furry cheeks happily, and lifted his head to nibble on the cute round tail. Then down between the two cheeks, and to the furless crack. He ran his tongue over it as the bear had to him, starting at the bear's scrotum and going up to the tail. He moved his whole head, his whiskers tingling the furry cheeks as he moved up and down, and then when it was wet enough, he pressed his lips right against the pucker and kissed deeply, passionately.

Gleason was whimpering and quivering, tears streaming down his face. He managed to lift his hands to hide his head, as if to ward off the stares of invisible watchers. He nearly bit through his tongue, desperate to stop the trembles that were running through his body at the feeling of the warm tongue. If this were a proper mate, it would have felt wonderful. Gleason would have held his head up high and chuckled deeply, and demanded that she lick him more. But now, it made him sick, how aroused he was getting. How the lynx purred and meowed as he wiggled his tongue deeper into the tight pucker. Andy lifted his hands and squeezed the plump cheeks, then pulled them quite wide apart. He nuzzled and licked the inside of the cheeks, getting them wet. He even nibbled a few times, and it all felt so amazing that Gleason just wanted to die. He shouldn't be feeling this way. His penis shouldn't be tingling and tensing and pushing out of his tight sheath. His teeth clenched even tighter and his jaw threatened to break under the pressure.

At last, the licking and prodding of the tongue went away, and Gleason set his head down, panting loudly. But whatever hope he had that it was finally over was short lived. Andy shuffled to his feet, and reached down, taking hold of Gleason's cheeks. He pulled them apart, and then pushed his hips forward gently. The touch of his aching, dribbling erection against the tight pucker made him shiver at first, just as every other new sensation had, but he soon craved more. Gleason looked back, teeth gritting, as he watched the lynx's lips pull back into a smile. A moment later he had pushed himself forward. Although Gleason's pucker was large and well lubricated, he was a virgin to this, and tight enough that Andy didn't immediately get inside. Andy was upset about that, but was far from deterred. He simply humped again, and this time slipped inside. Gleason clamped down in shock, and Andy saw stars as his erection's head and some of the body was squeezed by the warm inner walls. Oh yes, that felt amazing, and so long overdue.

Andy sighed, and looked down. Wiggling his hips just a bit, he actually managed to fit between the bear's chubby buttocks, so his pubic fur was pressed right against the crack. In doing so, his penis slipped more into the warm cavern, and he worked himself farther and farther until his entire shaft was massaged by the fleshy walls.

"Stop," Gleason whimpered. "Please, god, stop. Please don't do this to me. Please."

"Shut up," Andy hissed. "This feels far too good to stop now."

Gleason continued to beg and plead, but Andy reached down and tugged hard the bear's ear. The bear whimpered, and went silent, and Andy resumed enjoying himself. Although a virgin, he had fantasized about this enough, and had a vague idea of what he might like. He wiggled his talons and dug them into the ground to get a good hold. Then, he began to rock himself forward and back, forward and back. Slow at first, he was in no rush after all. He took his time pulling out and then pushing himself forward, his testicles slowly swaying forward and hitting against the bear's crack. Each swing made Gleason whimper and beg, each impact made Andy drool, because he could feel the seed inside his scrotum building more and more. His humps quickly grew in strength and speed, until he was furiously ramming himself harder and faster, dribbling a steady stream of white into the tight anus.

He suddenly humped hard, but instead of pulling it out, he braced himself to hold him. His claws dug into furry flanks, so deep he could feel crimson rising beneath his nails. He arched his back and pushed with all his might, jaw tight and eyes closed, as he felt his scrotum contracting and a moment later he released a spray of white directly into the bear's bowels. Gleason opened his mouth to scream but his tired lungs only let out a choked gasp and sob. Although Andy would have loved to roar, there was the secretary right on the other side of the door, and he didn't want to alert her to what was going on. Now that he thought about it though... how awesome was it to rape someone when not ten feet away was someone to save the victim? He sucked in a breath and let out a little giggle, as he released his full load. Cats naturally released a lot, and he had eighteen years worth of pent up lust and abuse that he could pour out into his bitch. He squeezed the cheeks harder and harder, claws digging deeper and deeper. And his load continued to pour out of his penis. Towards the end of his climax, he began to hump furiously and quickly, grinding his shaft into the anus, hoping to draw the pleasure out just a little bit longer. But an eternity would not have been enough, and eventually he just plopped forward onto the bear's broad back. The bear fell forward to, and just lay there, sobbing lowly to himself.

Andy was in no hurry to pull out and just lay there, catching his breath. He listened to the sobs and whimpers from the bear beneath him, as he blubbered like an infant. At last Andy braced himself, and pulled his penis out slowly. A trickle of white oozed down Gleason's crack, but most remained inside the warm rectum. Gleason admired his handiwork, sighing softly.

"Roll over," he finally said. And when Gleason softly cried, Andy soccer kicked him in the stomach. "Roll over, now."

Once more, Gleason braced himself, and slowly rolled onto his back, growling and groaning as he came to rest on the rug. He was panting, his stomach and chest heaving and his eyes were wet, either because of the rape or because of the black erection that was poking shamefully between his legs. The truth was, Gleason had enjoyed that, or at least his body had. Andy felt a sense that he should repay the bear for all his "kindness," and slowly settled on his haunches, squatting between Gleason's legs.

Gleason lifted his head, and blinking away tears, he saw the blob of lynx as he got on his knees and braced himself on Gleason's thick thighs. "Please," Gleason kept begging. "Please, just... please just stop. I won't tell anyone. I won't... Just leave me alone. Please."

Andy did not respond. Instead he opened his mouth wide, and slowly slipped his lips over Gleason's substantial penis. Just taking the head in almost broke Andy's jaw, but he gripped the penis and slowly forced himself over it, suppressing his gag reflex. Gleason's claws clenched into tight fists as he watched the mouth close, and felt the lips on his sensitive glans, followed by the teeth gently puncturing and poking into his flesh. After a moment of sucking, Andy must have decided that Gleason was not yet ready. Instead, he pulled away, and softly kissed and suckled on the long length of shaft that jutted forward from Gleason's groin. His kisses were wet, and left drying saliva on the hot penis that made Gleason want to scream.

For Gleason, it was abject horror. His body was no longer his own. It betrayed him. It reacted to the sensations, despite his mental pleas to just stop. The saliva drying on his burning erection felt so wonderful, and when Andy eventually decided that it was time, he opened his mouth very wide. Gleason stared at the saliva slick fangs, having as much fear as if Andy would bite it off at the base. The rough, sandpaper like tongue against his erection was painful and made him gasp. As Andy closed his lips, having taken half of the shaft into his mouth, he began to suckle like a child on the teat. His tongue ran over the glans and slit at the tip of the erection, and was soon wiggling deeper into the slit. The sucking was worse. Gleason lost his nails in his palm as he felt the vacuum on his shaft, sucking harder and harder. The lynx began to bob his head up and down, purring and moaning around it as Gleason growled and gritted his teeth.

If this was a mate, a beautiful woman with dull teeth to nibble and a soft tongue, then Gleason would have felt the greatest pleasure in his life. He knew that Andy wouldn't let up until he came, and he raged at his body for taking so long to release. Why he couldn't just cum and get it over with... Despite the pleasure, he couldn't finish, and Andy was not willing to stop until he tasted cream.

Whatever pleasure Gleason had soon faded, turning to agony and pain. The tongue was like sandpaper on his most sensitive and guarded flesh, and the sucking was growing too painful. He struggled to imagine that he wasn't getting raped, but that he was with his old high school sweetheart, and his exhausted and broken mind eventually started to go with the dream. It was still agonizing minutes until his heavy testicles finally contracted, and a heavy spurt rushed into Andy's mouth. Gleason did what he could to hump forward. Some vicious part of him actually hoped that the shock of the ejaculation would take Andy by surprise and drown him. But that was absurd. And, despite his virginity, Andy was such a fast learner. In an instant he had begun to bob his head up and down, using his teeth when he rose to tingle the quivering flesh, and the suction in his throat to suckle. He didn't just drink the cream that was pooling in his mouth, which he took in heavy gulps. He is throat flexed and his lungs worked in tandem, suckling the cream out of the shaft, causing a horrible hollow feeling in Gleason's gut.

Andy continued sucking audibly. Even after Gleason's testicles were empty of any cream, Andy continued slurping loudly, and before he was finally done, he bit suddenly. Gleason wanted to scream so badly but there was a weight on his lungs that wouldn't move. When Andy pulled off, there were a few nicks and scratches on Gleason's abused shaft, but otherwise it was fine. Andy crawled forward and came to rest on Gleason's chest.

"Was it good for you?" he asked with a devious smile. "Yeah, I suppose not. Now, I know what you're thinking. Hormones have died down, and I'm suddenly going to realize how much I've fucked up. I've just thrown away my whole life away, my whole career, for some petty sense of vengeance and victory over my high school bully. I'll either have to kill you or confess, but either way, I'm looking at that fat scholarship, college life, a six figure job, all out the window."

He chuckled softly, and reached down to stroke the bear's cheek. "The drugs should start wearing off any minute now, so I'll make this quick: you're not going to tell, and do you know why? I could threaten you with death or to slaughter your family, and you know me. I am smart enough to find a way to do it, even if I'm locked in the deepest, darkest cell. But I don't have to threaten you. I don't have to do some comic book intimidation. And do you know why? It's because of what a man like you fears most of all. It's not death, or pain, or any of that. It's shame, pure and simple. You strut around the school with your chest puffed out, and make everyone around you feel inadequate so that can make yourself feel better, but if everyone knows that you got taken by a feline a quarter your size, what do you think will happen? All that fear that everyone has for you, that thing that you crave, it'll extinguish like death's heartbeat. Oh, everyone will sympathize for you and mourn you and provide their support, but behind their frowns they'll all be laughing that you didn't do anything. That you couldn't do anything. That you couldn't find a way or you weren't strong enough or anything like that. The shame that you got raped by me... look at me! If you want to go to the police, please do. Cause I'll be in court, watching you, laughing."

The drugs were starting to wear off. Andy could smell it. He stood up away from the bear, and got dressed in the clothing that he had stored in the closet. Then he headed for the window. The principal's office was on the ground floor. It was an easy hop down to the ground, and taking one last whiff of the musk and heat and shame that was inside the room, he happily headed back home. He figured he could skip the next week or so of classes, not like anything important to do. But he was looking forward to seeing the principal at the Graduation again.