FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Author's Note: I haven't touched this in over two years. I have been writing this story for over 7 years or so, progress not being made currently, or in the last two years. This is 1/8 chapters so far. The story will feature semi-pornographic descriptions of relationships between anthropomorphic animals of both a hetero and homosexual nature.

Chapter 1: Friendship and Betrayal

The clouds covered the sky in an unyielding shield of darkness. Sitting underneath that disheartening sky were two young wolves. Silver sad with Raine, unaware of what was going on outside of their secluded village. The sky was the complete opposite of the sea that stretched out before the young pair at the bottom of the rocky cliff. Even on this unpleasant day the wind was war and steady as the blue waves crashing against the cliff wall. The strikingly red wolf flopped on her back. Raine stared up at the sky, looking for a break in the clouds, and took secreted glances at the silver wolf beside her. Her naturally happy disposition bean to vanish with every glimpse of Silver she would see his muzzle in the perpetual frown. It was a look that seemingly stuck on him for the past few days. "Don't worry about it, Silver," she said reaching a paw up to brush at his cheek fur.

Silver's paw met her's there and held it there, allowing him to take in her scent. "But it seems so wrong. Mother things I am prejudging him, but she began seeing him before Father had even died," Silver answered turning to look down at Raine.

Raine shot up suddenly. "That is what bothers me. You haven't even met him. You can't blame her for seeking a new mate. We are supposed to mate for life but you have to give you mother some credit. She raised you on her own for years, ever since your father went off to fight. This war has just messed up the natural order of things."

Silver nodded, "But Father hasn't been dead two years and she has already begun talking services arrangements. I don't even know what this wolf does for a living! And... and what is more, she doesn't seem herself recently. When she comes home at night and I can smell him on her, she acts distant and forgets herself. He is just using her!"

Raine saw tears forming in Silver's eyes and brushed them away gently. She moved on to her knees in front of her childhood friend and stared deeply into his eyes. "Silver... I," she started to say something to comfort him but she knew no words of comfort for him.

She leaned forward impulsively and pressed her muzzle to Silver's. It took some time but she eventually coerced Silver into responding. Raine breathed an internal sigh of relief, happy that Silver had not pushed her away. Her paws moved to the back of Silver's neck and held tight to the hair and fur of his neck.

Silver responded by placing his paws to her back, enclosing strands of red hair and fur. He allowed Raine to take dominance as they kissed and allowed him to be pushed on to his back in the grass. Paws moved over muscles and tendons, over and through cloth and fur. Raine moved her muzzle away and began to place kisses over Silver's face and neck, nibbling slightly, trying to push her subject into sensory euphoria. The couples' paws became more intimately and explorative in their stroking. The scent of each other's arousal made each wolf braver. Silver's ears twitched as Raine's paw pads pressed against his sheath through his black cotton trousers. He pushed back on Raine, stopping he for a moment. She looked up at him expectantly, "What's wrong?"

"I heard something," Silver answered, turning his ears to the currents of sound carried on the wind from the direction of the village.

"Silver... dinner," he made out.

Standing up quickly Silver said, "Mom is calling me in for dinner."

Raine stood up and kissed Silver one last time and brushed some yellowed grass from his clothing. Unable to delay himself any longer Silver began running across the field to his house.

Raine stood still watching the wolf leave and saw him stumbling as his baggy pants got caught on his dewclaws as he ran. Her insides twisted in a knot as she watched Silver's constant clumsiness. The feeling in the pit of her stomach caused her to look away from Silver's bobbing body, and swinging tail, the arousal still lingering in the air. "I wonder if Clarice knows what she is doing to him... and bringing an outsider into this village..." Raine said quietly, shaking her head.

Her ears twitched as she head a second voice on the wind. Sticking her paws into her pockets, Raine began to walk home.

* * *

As Silver entered his house a tall, light brown stranger greeted him. The scent of the wolf was not so strange. It was the scent he would always follow his mother's return at night. Silver could also smell, very strongly, the scent of his mother on this wolf. The wolf, dressed in a black suit reached out a paw to Silver, "You must be Silver," he said, which sounded fine to Silver, at first. "My name is Clife."

Silver stared at the intruder, his introduction and polite greeting sounding fake in Silver's ears. He looked past the wolf, into the front hallway of his house, but could see no signs of his mother. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?" Silver asked.

The wolf grinned and replied, "Your house? Perhaps I am at the wrong address. The house I am looking for belongs to your mother. It was left to her by her deserting mate. She is lovely, though, wouldn't you agree? She does everything I tell her to. She can't seem to think for herself, at least, not anymore. Right now she is out picking her favorite vegetables. You know as well as I do she has never taken to any sort of vegetable. Because I told her to her greens she goes and starts a garden. That shows how desperate a whore your mother is."

Silver growled through his clenched jaws. The bigger male laughed, "You better stop that. I will be moving in with you soon." He continued in a quieter voice, "I happen to know of plenty of schools for unwanteds far away from here that would pay to take in young, strong wolf."

Silver stared at the wolf, glaring at his eyes, trying to provoke him into attacking. He knew he stood little chance against Clife, but he would rather feel the pain as long as Cilfe's true intentions and nature were shown. 'How can he just come in and insult my family?' Silver thought, angrily.

"I know what you want, pup, but I won't go as far as to indulging them. You will not be getting rid of me. You see, your mother and I have already... well you must know, you reek of it right now. Though not as far as we've gone, after all I can't smell any of her juices on you" he said, playing on Silver's surprised expression, "She was no where near her season, though. So you don't have to worry about any new siblings. Although, I am quite sure your mother does not want another litter after the large failure of her first..." Clife paused a moment, before he continued with added venom, "The worst thing that bitch ever did was to have you with your bastard traitorous father!"

"My father." Silver said, his rage reaching a point beyond boiling, "How can you feel fit to speak his name? How dare you come into my mother's house, our lives, and criticize us! You think you can take my father's place in Mother's arms, but she will always remember and love him!" Silver ended in a roar, launching him from the doorway to the throat of his mother's courtier.

Silver clenched his jaws together as he felt Cilfe's throat in between his teeth. The larger wolf easily dislodged Silver and knocked him to the ground. "Sad pup. You don't seem to understand. Your mother remembers nothing of happiness or love with that old mate of her's. All she can remember is betrayal by her mate and her son," the other wolf answered in a laugh, not even wincing at the pinholes Silver had left in his neck, "Now your mother won't be able to deny how unstable you are."

Clife reached down and grabbed Silver by his red shirt, his claws extending through the material into the young wolf's chest. Silver felt his body being lifted upward, pulled by the shirt, and then flung down, his head hitting the large field stepping-stone. Silver tried his best to fight and defend himself from the claws and teeth that attacked him, but he could not take the larger wolf on top of him. His arms failing under the mature wolf's bulk. His mind began to slip into darkness as pain raked his body. The silver fur that was his namesake was spattered with blood and his clothing was shredded. Unconsciousness overtook him and he slipped completely into darkness. Clife noticed Silver's body slump beneath him and stood up waiting for Clarice to come running in from the garden.

Clarice heard the cry of her son and ran around the side of the house and heard the rough voice of her lover. She saw her lover bent over the crumpled and bloodied form of her son. "What is going on here!" she demanded, her ears flicking agitatedly.

"That bastard son of yours attacked me!"

The she-wolf stared at her lover wanting to believe him, but her instincts as a mother tore at her heart more. "All I was doing was greeting him when he came and leapt at me! You really ought to send him away! It would be better for the bother of you. This place has no discipline, he could learn to be a gentle... thing... but not here! There is a reason our kind abandoned the wilderness for a life. Back then everything was so uncivilized and wolves doing things like that son of your were common. I couldn't imagine where those old genes come from, they must have come from your late mate!" he finished angrily.

Silver was barely conscious by this time, the blood that covered the floor and his clothing were not of his enemy as he would have wanted, but of his own. He saw his mother standing above him, looking at Clife. Her scent was different, and she no longer seemed militant. "Mother," Silver managed to rasp out.

"Go inside Clife and I will dress your wound," she said, looking at Clife's body, which was covered in blood, her voice changed to anger, "Silver, go to your room and remain there, I do no wish for you to ruin this anymore!"

Silver's mother led Clife inside the house where she attended to the small cut on his neck, leaving her son outside - barely conscious laying in a pool of his own blood. When Silver felt that he had enough strength he pulled himself on to his hind legs and limped his way to the front door. Each move he made caused pain to shoot through his body, hurting him more than he thought possible. Pushing the door open Silver fell against the walls of his house. The white washed walls became smeared with blood as he hugged it for support until he reached the railing by the staircase. The wolf wounded in pride and body began to climb the stairs. With each step his body would shake, his knees wobbling underneath his weight. Silver put a paw to the wound on his chest. He felt his lungs inflating as he breathed in. For some reason, though, he felt out of breath. Stopping to rest, Silver sat down on the final step and thought about what had just occurred not ten feet from where he sat. Silver bent his head down. 'It was all a big mistake. Maybe Mother will forgive me if I apologize...' he thought, 'Was it really my fault though? Didn't I try to do the same to him? No! He insulted Mother and Father, I did what I had to do... but if I am sent away, what will happen to her?'

Long ago his father had joined the army and was sent to fight on a foreign battlefield. He stayed there, coming once or twice, yielding fantastic tales of heroism and duty. These tales fascinated Silver beyond imagination and Silver was disappointed after each short stay his father was called back to the front. Then his father stopped coming home, and he would only be able to read about his father's exploits in the letters he received. His father continued service for years, remaining loyal to his family until he died, over a season ago. No letter had reached them, however, it was Raine's father who bore the news, a truly terrible burden to bear. Silver had all the letters, including the one Raine's father had brought them with the news, the last letter. All the letters were hidden. Silver was afraid his mother would find them. 'She would burn them, I know she would... just like everything else of his...' Silver thought bitterly, remembering the chard remains of his father's nightclothes.

Silver felt a tear run down his cheek. He was crying, not from the physical pain and scars covering his body, but because he knew everything had fallen apart. Having significantly regained his breath he lifted himself up once again, using the banister as support. Silver reached across to the wall opposite the stairs and leaned heavily upon it. His stiff legs hindered his progress more than his painful cuts and bruises. He made his way slowly through the hall to the point where he could not walk and reverted to dragging himself across the mahogany floor to his room at the opposite side of the hall.

* * *

"Look, Clife, I am really sorry," she said as she gently applied pressure to his small cut,

"But that boy can really go crazy sometimes..."

"You should not take such responsibility for your son's behavior. I know you've tried your best to raise such a rambunctious pup all by yourself, but..." Clife trailed off a bit to give the appearance of making a hard decision. "I think that it would be better for both of you if you send him away to school."

Silver's mother stopped as she heard the words Clife spoke. She laughed and answered, "But he already does go to school, honey!"

"I mean something else. There is a school I know of, it provides an excellent education and the best emotional care," Clife said, "When he comes back he would no longer be an impulsive young pup, but a real wolf. It would be beneficial to both of you, Clarice!"

"I-I don't know, he has friends here! I don't think he'll want to leave them for another school! Besides, I've always entertained the possibility that he and Raine would settle down together to have a family of their own!" Clarice answered.

"I might be able to get her in as well, but my connections are not that good. It would be hard enough to get your son in," Clife answered, beginning to become desperate.

"Okay, I know what you say is right and I owe you so much. I wouldn't have been able to live through those years without you, would've drive me insane to repress my need for intimacy, I might've... with Silver..." Clarice's voice drifting off, agreeing with Clife.

* * *

Silver lay on his bed. The blood from his cuts had begun to cake and heal, but he still felt the shame from his lost battle. An idea came to him, and he thought, 'Yes! I could do that!' Rising from his bed he quickly began to pack a small backpack with a day's worth of clothes and his father's letters, five of his favorite. The quick movements caused him to become dizzy and he dropped to a knee on the floor. He realized that there would be no way for him to go through with his plan. Raine's house was just too far away for him to travel in his condition. Pulling himself up slowly he headed back to his bed and painfully removed his red, blood-spattered shirt and torn black pants, piling them next to his bed. He climbed into bed and let his head rest on the pillow. A day of pain and mental stress washed over the young wolf and he fell asleep.

* * *

"Goodnight Clife! I'll see you again tomorrow!" Clarice called to Clife as he left the house.

"Goodnight," he called over his shoulder before climbing up into his carriage.

Clarice waited until Clife had disappeared from view, then she retreated into the confines of her house. "I am so tired!" she groaned to herself, "But I really must talk to that insolent pup! And look at these walls, that boy will be very busy tomorrow!"

She padded quietly up the steps to her son's room where she saw him sprawled out on his bed naked. Clarice gave a shudder of disgust at the memories of desire for her own child. "Silver!" she called, "Wake up now!"

Silver sat up and looked at his mother standing in the doorway. "What! What is the matter!" Silver asked urgently.

"Nothing's the matter. In fact, Clife and I had a wonderful evening without you! I am giving you one more chance tomorrow to behave, or Gods help me, I will let him send you away to that school. Clife is not going anywhere. I love him and you will just have to get used to having him around. Otherwise, that boarding school will be the best thing for the both of us!" Clarice shouted, "And it disgusts me to see you that way. It reminds me how far I might've gone if it hadn't been for Clife!"

Silver made a move to speak, but Clarice slammed his bedroom door shut before he had the chance to answer. Silver screamed through the tightly shut bedroom door, "How can you choose him over my father and me? How can you've forgotten the wolf you loved till recently! I swear to you that I will kill him the next time!"

Silver began to cough violently after shouting, his throat tightened and he retched blood over the side of his bed, hoping his mother had not heard his shout. Sleep came harder for Silver than it had before. His mind was plagued with worrisome visions. He could see his mother brutalized horribly by that wolf and tortured, the gravestone of his murdered Mother waiting to greet him when he makes it home from whatever corner of the world Clife wanted to send him. When sleep finally came to greet him after hours of worry, he slept lightly; the rest of his night was plagued with nightmares of possible futures for his life and family. When morning came Silver felt more awake than usual. The pain was still in his bones, but was dulled by a sense of purpose. Rising to his paws he pulled on clothing and the pack he had packed last night, then snuck out of the house and began on the road to Raine's.

* * *

"Silver! Get up now! You have to clean the walls!" Clarice called.

When there was no response she stamped her way to the closed bedroom door, her footsteps ringing in the dawn light of the house. She rapped loudly on the wood door, but there was no answer. Opening the door slowly she was shocked to see nothing; no Silver, no wolf, no one at all! "Damn that son of mine! This is the last straw! If he wants to run away then I see no sense in looking for him. When he comes back I'll still send him away to that school as Clife suggested. Honestly, what kind of female did I think I was, thinking I could raise such a wild animal on my own without a mate? I was stupid to ever fall in love with a male with that strong a will!" Clarice continued on berating herself and her son until her voice was sore, and then turned her mind to the bloodstained walls, the blood she thought belonged to Clife.

* * *

Clife approached the tree. It had taken an hour or so to arrive at the meeting point. The sky was dark, the clouds from earlier still there.

"Look, if this doesn't work out we will hold you responsible!" Clife shouted at the tree.

"Of course it will work!" a male answered, hidden in the shadows of the tree.

"Good, then that is all we have to discuss!" Clife replied coolly.

The other male looked up, "Where am I supposed to meet you? Honestly, what kind of plan is this?"

Clife lost his patience and whirled on the male shielded in black. "I don't give a damn where you meet me, just as long as you are there!"

"Alright! Calm down! I'll be waiting by your wagon," the male answered, choked by Clife's strong paw, "Now why don't you worry about your own side!"

"Now, don't you worry, you'll be safe, as long as you accomplish this task, that is," Clife answered, letting the male down from the back of the tree, "And that pretty little female. She won't bother you, I have her kissing my footpads!"

"I don't give a damn if you have that bloody female, above, below, or even on your claw. If my mission is to take the pup, I will, even if that bitch gets in my way!" he growled angrily.

"Nothing will be done to the female under any circumstances!" Clife shouted.

"I did not think that was the plan! You've gone soft on me now, falling for a bitch whose husband left her for glory in a war a thousand miles away!" the male answered.

"Don't be daft! We are not to touch the lady until everything has calmed down after the ceremony! People will suspect something if we eliminate the family too soon!" Clife ordered sharply, "This meeting is over!"

"Leaving so soon aren't you Clife? What's the rush?" the other male questioned.

"As it so happens, I have a widow to seduce," Clife answered over his shoulder as he walked away from the place underneath the tree.

The male laughed, "That's all it ever is with you, the sex... isn't that right?"

"Oh, you have no idea the joy of having a flower that has remained untouched for so long that she is practically a virgin!" Clife laughed as he left, no longer within an earshot of his partner, "Ohh yesss, very good!"

* * *

"I-I'm almost there!" Silver panted as he limped toward Raine's house, which lay about one hundred yards in front of him.

Silver laughed, "Mother will be to busy and lazy to follow me all the way out here."

A voice sailed out across the breeze, "Silver, is that you?"

Silver turned his head toward the wind. From over the hill to the left of his trail came Raine, bounding through the long grasses. Silver smiled, and stopped in his tracks waiting for his dear friend to reach him. "That is you! What happened? You look so different from yesterday!" Raine demanded, concerned about his state.

Embarrassed, Silver averted his eyes from Raine's, and remained silent. Raine cocked her head to the side, looking at her friend carefully; her gaze turned up little except for the small, fresh cuts, which raked the fur she could see. "Did you get into a fight?" she asked again, hoping for a reply.

"It's nothing, but..." Silver answered, "This may sound like its asking a lot, but umm... could I stay the night?"

This puzzled Raine even further, "What is the matter? Did you and your mother have a fight?"

Silver knew that she meant well, but he was uneasy about telling his friend about his mother's life and his future stepfather's plans. "Kind of," he answered short and simply.

"Kind of? Don't you still trust me like you used to? A simple quarrel with your mother and you can't tell me about it like you used to?" Raine asked, beginning to become upset.

"Of course I still trust you!" Silver answered quickly, "It's just... umm... it's really not something I wish to talk about."

Raine suddenly remembered what had happened during the last few moments of their time together last night. Deciding it was better to let him tell the truth when he felt it was right she dropped the subject, Instead she led him toward the house saying, "Of course it would be alright! My mother is always so happy to have you over for company, and my dad... well who cares about what he wants anyway!"

As Raine walked with Silver toward her house she noticed him leaning on her lightly. She could also feel him limping. However, she knew what her questions would lead to and refrained from asking. Silver, with Raine's help, was able to make it to the house quicker than he had been able to travel all day. By the time they reached the house, Raine's mother had stepped out of the house and was waiting for them. "Silver! What a surprise! I am glad that you've come!" she stated, but seeing how he walked she became concerned, "But, what happened to you?"

"Mother, drop it, please!" Raine shot back before Silver had a chance to react, "He seems to be hurt pretty bad!"

Raine's mother was taken aback, but she immediately took control of the situation, "Silver go into the bathroom and get in the tub, I'll be there in a minute to take care of those cuts. You know where it is right? After all it has been ages since you were last here!"

As Silver limped past Raine's mother and into the house she whispered to Raine, "Do you know what happened?"

"I'm not sure. Probably has something to do with that bas... new male his mother has," Raine answered before heading inside the house, her mother followed in quickly behind her.

* * *

Clarice woke to the sound of rhythmic tapping upon the door. "Oh my God! I nearly forgot!" she yelled as she ran to the door.

Clife stood before her as the door swung open and she leaped upon him kissing him passionately. Solemnly Clife pushed her away, "I really don't think we should be doing things like this out in the open, someone might see us. Besides, your son may not take to lightly to our sucking faces in 'his' house!"

The she-wolf laughed, "Don't worry about Silver I think he might've left for good! Thank Gods! It was about time that child got some sense knocked into him!"

This caused Clife to laugh and he thought, 'No need to thank the Gods for that one bitch, it was all me!' Clarice looked up again at Clife and smiled, "And if he comes back you can send him away, just like you wanted to!"

"Where do you think he went?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Oh, I don't know! Probably over to Raine's, but I don't care!"

"Damn!" Clife exclaimed, "I left something for you in my carriage! Umm... why don't you go and get supper ready and I'll run out to fetch it!"

With that Clife began to jog down the driveway and around to his carriage hidden behind bushes. Clarice went into the house as she had been instructed, to add the last final details to her meal.

"Clife, what are you doing scampering around like that? It just ain't natural for you to do that!" a voice called from a place hidden to Clife's eyes.

"Hatan? Is that you?" Clife asked in response.

"Who did you think it was, your mother?" Hatan answered in response, "Now get over here!"

"Hatan, you are never to give me orders! I will not move any closer to you, I would only put off Clarice with you awful stench," Clife shouted, "There has been a change of plans. That little bastard has run off to cry at his lover's house, you think you can handle it? It ends up being a lot cleaner for me."

"Maybe, but a whole lot dirtier to me! Don't forget, his mother will want to know what happened... she may probe too deeply," Hatan answered, "She may find out the truth!"

"Just now when she greeted me, she told me that she didn't give a damn about where her pup has run off to! Everything is safe, the kid thinks he's safe in the arms of his immature lover, while his mother doesn't give a damn if her son ever comes back!" Clife laughed, "I best be getting back!"

As he passed by his carriage he picked up the rose he had intentionally left there for such a use. 'Everything is going better than I had hoped! With any luck that pup will eat his intestines out before morning!' He began whistling a happy tune as he walked somewhat drunkenly up to his lover's house and through the doorway.

"Hmm?" Clarice questioned as Clife wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You know, I have a craving for a... different type of meal tonight," he growled passionately in her ear.

She turned around to kiss him, but the rose slipped into her mouth. Giggling, she licked the male wolf on the nose before saying, "I love you! You are so romantic!"

Clife began to lose control over his body as the different parts were stimulated into wakefulness by the willing female. "I don't think I can control my instincts much longer," Clife growled lustfully into her ear.

"Don't bother!" Clarice answered, turning to him and gripping his groin with a paw.