FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

I've had this idea for a while, but it took me some time to work it into a story. I gave it a quick edit that hopefully caught most of the errors, but I apologize if I missed some. I enjoyed writing this, but came away feeling the sex scene was a bit short. Hope that some folks enjoy it.

Wes browsed through the small rack of magazines secluded in the rear of the shop. Big Busty Bitches, Pussy Parade, Sinful Savannah... He'd already bought and poured over the half dozen or so magazines the porno shop had to offer, and he knew it would be another few weeks until the next batch hit the shelves. Had he been hoping for something new? It wasn't likely. The fact that this shop still carried any magazines at all was a minor miracle in the age of the neuro-net. In just a few seconds he could download countless images of all kinds of women straight into his head, and yet... The digital images always seemed so hollow compared to the glossy pages could hold in his hand.

The cougar let out a frustrated sigh and turned to the front of the shop, his tail flickering behind him. He walked up the aisle he came through, past rows upon rows of tacky boxes filled with empty promises. No matter how horny he got, he just couldn't picture himself humping away at a piece of plastic. When he reached the front of the shop without a thing in his hands, a fat rat behind the counter looked up from a small screen and peered at him with beady eyes.

"Nothing today, Wes? Not even some lotion for the motion?" Though he did a good job of hiding it, the rat could never completely suppress the suggestive undertone of his voice. Sometimes he wondered if Shelton always talked like that, or just inside the confines of his shop. He shook his head and brushed his dirty blonde curls away from his brown eyes.

"You don't have anything I want." The rat rose from his stool and leaned across the counter, practically leering at him.

"If you didn't buy so many of those rags, I probably wouldn't even order them anymore. You should try something new, maybe a video, or-" Wes just shook his head. Even when he came to the counter with his monthly armload of magazines, the rat would always push him to buy more.

"See you next month, Shelton." When he turned for the door, Shelton snapped his fingers.

"What about a VI?" Wes turned with a skeptical look on his face.

"A virtual intelligence?" Shelton took a step back and waved to a pair of displays that were mounted upon the wall behind the counter. The displays both featured a skunk that wore nothing more than a seductive smile, and were only kept modest by the luxurious tails curled across their flawless figures. One was male, and the other female, the difference between the two denoted by pink and blue backgrounds. Above both displays were blue and pink letters that titled the product the 'Plug-N-Play', but Wes had eyes for nothing but the barely concealed swell of the gorgeous woman's chest.

"They just came in." Shelton turned and took a blister pack off the display and held it up where he could get a better look at it. Though the rat's hand obscured much, what he could see was... Intriguing. The front of the package featured a pair of nude skunks with shapely behinds looking over their shoulders at the viewer with bedroom eyes. Their tails formed a heart-shaped frame for a small data drive."You plug this into one of your jacks, and then it's as simple as thinking about it. You'll see her, you'll feel her, and she'll do anything you desire. She'll be as real as flesh and blood... But only to you." When his pitch was over, Shelton shrugged and turned to put the item back upon the display.

"Does it... " Wes wet his lips and looked across his shoulder. There wasn't anyone else in the shop. "Does it work?" He blurted out, a blush rising into his cheeks. Shelton glanced back at him with a devious smirk, his long front teeth protruding across his thin bottom lip.

"You won't even have to touch yourself." He promised, half-cooing his words. The tone of his voice made him wonder if the rat was running the program as they spoke.

"How much?" He asked as he hesitantly approached the counter.

"Just ten credits." It wasn't much more than the price of a few magazines. Wes anxiously chewed on the inside of his cheek, then nodded at the waiting rodent. In the blink of an eye, Shelton grabbed a device off the display and dropped it into a brown paper bag. Wes waved his hand across the payment pad and snatched his purchase off the counter. The money transfer took less than a second, and he was soon out the door with the device buried within his jacket pocket.

It was the first time he'd ever bought something from the shop that wasn't a magazine... Not counting the occasional bottle of lube. He couldn't help but feel a giddy sort of thrill about it, the rush of having done something he wasn't supposed to. More than that, his mind was conjuring up all sorts of scenes featuring himself and his new skunk lover. Would it really work like Shelton promised? Throughout the whole walk home he was dying to take out the package and pore it over for details, but he dared not study such a thing on a city street.

After a few blocks he wanted to run the rest of the way home, but there wasn't room on the sidewalks. Wide as they were, they were filled with a river of commuters. In a few short hours this part of the city would be largely dormant again, but for now it was alive with all manner of people rushing about. Young or old, most were in a hurry to get to work or to escape it. His father would likely be on his way to his favorite bar about now, and his mother, well. She had the habit of working late whenever there was a large project at work... And there always was. He'd have the apartment all to himself for hours. Ordinarily he'd use that time to study, but his professors had been strangely lenient with assignments as of late.

When he finally reached his apartment building, he took the stone steps up to the entryway two at a time. The sliding glass doors parted when he approached and promptly closed behind him, shutting out the noise of the clamoring metropolis. There was nothing in the clean white lobby aside from a few minimalist chairs and tables arranged in a semi-circle and the unwavering eyes of a few blatantly obvious security cameras. He made a beeline for the elevator bank and stepped onto the first one that arrived, grinning. The fact that the building recognized when a resident arrived and automatically sent down available elevators to the lobby would never stop being cool to him.

In a matter of a few seconds he was twenty stories up, not even halfway to the top of the concrete tower. He stepped off the elevator into a narrow hallway and made his way to his apartment, fumbling for the bag in his jacket pocket before he even cleared the automated door.

"Anyone home? Hello?" He called just past the doorway, scanning the empty apartment and the adjoining kitchenette. There was no response but for the hum of the refrigerator and the faint sound of climate controlled air blowing into the spacious main room. When he was satisfied he was alone, he walked right over to the white sofa and sat before the wall-mounted television. You won't even have to use your hand a voice whispered in his ear.

He gave one last glance around the room, then carefully pulled the blister pack from the paper bag. The discarded bag fell to the floor as he turned his prize over in his hands, and almost immediately he realized there had been a mistake. The pink words and lovely skunk women were replaced by blue words and a pair of skunk hunks. What hope he'd had that he might have been mistaken was dashed the second he saw the lengthy cocks that the two of them were sporting. The frustrated cougar threw the package on the coffee table and let his head roll back, half-glaring, half-pouting at the ceiling. It would have been nice to have something beyond his hand to keep him company, to give him a... Release. He was toying with the idea of running back down to the shop for a replacement when another thought occurred to him.

As real as flesh and blood, but only to you. He remembered. No one else would know if I... Wes lowered his gaze to the package upon the table, chewing on his bottom lip. He could feel the warm heat of a rising blush pouring into his cheeks as he stared down at it, his eyes drawn to the two skunk men looking upon him with wanting eyes. No one would know...

He reluctantly picked the up the container and cut it open with his thumb claws, then fished out the drive inside. Whatever you want... He brought it around to a small jack located on the back of his neck and plugged it in, then closed his eyes and thought about one of the skunk men on the packaging. He was tall, taller than Wes if he had to guess, and he was built like one of the old bronze statues he'd seen around the college campus. Muscular, but not brutish, a masculine man with pine green eyes and a lush fur coat of black and white. He was just thinking about how the man might sound when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. The cougar nearly leapt right out of his skin. Before he could shout, another hand clasped his short muzzle and held it shut.

"Shhhh." A shiver ran down his spine when he heard the stranger's voice, a male voice. Could it be? He opened his eyes to find himself nose to nose with what was easily the most handsome male he'd ever seen in person, his pretty green eyes fixated on Wes'. "You mind if I take a seat?" The hand slipped off Wes' muzzle and rested upon his other shoulder. He didn't wait for the bewildered cougar's response to make his move. He gracefully eased his body forward and straddled Wes' lap, perching his meaty rump right upon his slim thighs. It took a few seconds for him to register the fact that the skunk wasn't wearing a thing.

"What are-" He took Wes' hair in his hand and tugged on his dirty blonde curls, craning his head back so that he looked straight up at him. The feeling of his fingers tugging at his hair, the weight of his ass pressing down into his lap, it all felt so... Real.

"As real as I have to be." The pearly smile he flashed at Wes made his heart skip a beat. His eyes strayed and he took in the skunk's powerful shoulders and the flat white expanse of his chest, and knew that his build was far better than his own. He was the sort of man ripped right from a TV screen, immaculate perfection. When he drew in a curious breath through his nose, he could swear he could smell his scent. It was strong and smooth, a bold musk that had an underlying odor of something sweet and subtle. How can I smell something that wasn't there?

"The same way you can feel me." His fingers slipped free of Wes' hair, and he shivered as he felt the skunk's claws stroke through the short fur on the back of his neck. "Are you going to tell me what to do, or should I just sit here and look pretty until you make up your mind?" Wes wet his lips and began to speak, but when he reached for a command he found only a cough. "What?" He teased. Wes cleared his throat and tried again, meeting the stranger's eyes.

"B-Blow me." He rose from Wes' lap as soon as the words tumbled across his lips. His eyes never left the cougar's as he melted down onto his knees and placed both his hands upon Wes' slim thighs, pushing them apart. The handsome skunk wiped his long black hair back behind his head and smirked up at him, his claws pressing into the denim of his jeans.

"Show me." He leaned in and placed a single kiss upon his thigh, his teeth nipping at the outline of the erection that was pressing down his right pant leg. When did I- His strong hand slid down across his dick and pressed it against his thigh, coaxing a sudden moan from the blushing cat. He fumbled at his fly and wriggled his way free of his jeans, then pushed them and grey boxers down just enough that his drooling cock came spilling out. He watched as the stranger drank in the sight, his eyes fixated on the swollen dick that was just inches away from his lips. "Not bad, not bad at all. Are you sure you need me?" He whispered. The sensation of his hot breath tickling across the head of his erection was enough to make his toes curl. He swallowed and tried to speak, then merely nodded and looked on in wonderment as the man grew closer and closer.

He nearly came the moment he felt the stranger's moist, full lips touch the tip of his prick. He sank his claws through his socks and into the bottom if his sneakers, straining to keep still as his muzzle engulfed his cock. He reached out with both hands and grabbed the stranger's head, forcing his muzzle down the length of his shaft. He complied without complaint, obediently gulping up inch after inch. Wes was on the edge of his seat by the time his lips reached the base of his prick, his nose buried in the short, musky fur of the cougar's crotch. When he began to draw his head back, Wes hesitantly let him do so, staring at the sight of his dick slipping free of the skunk's lips.

"Do you like the way I feel?" He whispered. "Do you want... More?" He asked, grabbing Wes by the prick. His hand was large and felt every bit as strong as he expected, but his paw pad was supple and warm. The short, fine fur of his fingers made it feel as though someone were holding his wet cock with a velvet glove, and when the hand began to pump, he melted back against the sofa with a breathy mewl.

"Yes." He pleaded. A new moan shot from his mouth when his lips returned the head of his cock. Their very touch was electric, a sinful spark of sensation that made his spine tingle and his mind reel. He watched as pearly rivers of precum came oozing out from behind the skunk's lips and trickled across the space between his mouth and his fingers. He squeezed the head of Wes' cock within his satiny fist when he rose off his knees and stood before the cougar, his own cock jutting out between his athletic thighs. He couldn't stop himself from staring at it, not even as the skunk mounted his lap and pinned him against the sofa. He had all of a few seconds to think about what was about to happen before his lover fell upon his cock with a speed he couldn't imagine.

The intensity of the pleasure that came of the skunk impaling himself upon his shaft was one that made his every memory of sex pale in comparison. It was as though the heat that enveloped his cock was one that encompassed his entire body. Without thinking about it, he planted both his feet on the floor and grabbed the stranger by his waist, holding him steady as his hips lifted them both right off the sofa. He grinned like an idiot when the skunk's jaw dropped and a moan shot from his lips, his fat cock bobbing as he bounced in the cougar's lap. He was soon bucking away without a care given to consistency or timing, but the skunk's body always rose and fell in perfect synchronization with his wild pace.

"Wes!" The stranger half-murmured, his voice hitching when Wes' dick surged up to meet him once more. His response was a passionate growl that blossomed into a yowl of unadulterated pleasure when he hit his peak, his hips jerking with every shot of cum he fired into the skunk's ass. He pulled at the fur on Wes' chest and threw his head back, moaning in a needy, throaty way that he'd never quite heard before. He gave one last thrust with everything that he had, then fell back upon the couch cushions, an exhausted, panting mess. "Not bad for your first time with a man." His breathless lover teased.

In the blink of an eye, the skunk vanished into thin air. The only proof that anything had happened at all was the fact he was half naked... And that he'd shot a load of cum across the belly area of his t-shirt. He was still panting when he sat up and removed the drive from the back of his neck, then gathered the empty packaging off the coffee table. He could always try to get a refund tomorrow, but... He was starting to think that he was just fine with the way things were.