FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

After hours of silence, slow music started playing to a crescendo as the lights began to rise. Jeremy was about to wake from his deepest sleep in years. The car slowed down as it reached the city, until it finally stopped at the Embassy Suites. The doors opened and the lights came on. "You have arrived."

Jeremy opened his eyes to see the total: 500 Ameros. He wished he had gone slower so he could save some money, but it was too late at this point. He grabbed his bags. He went into the hotel. This would be his first business meeting. He did not feel prepared for this, and he felt like he didn't belong here. Two years had passed and his company had yet to make a profit. He put in thousands of hours, often going days without sleep, and he still came up short. After all this effort, his hope was fading fast.

Jeremy walked to the counter and grabbed his key. He went into the elevator and tapped the 3rd floor. It was all he could afford, and even that was a stretch. He left the elevator and walked to his room. He wanted to go inside, but he heard noises. The TV was blaring. He checked his key to see if he had the right room. He looked back and forth several times, but the numbers would not change. Reluctantly, he tapped his key and opened the door.

Inside he saw a white husky with smooth fur. "I'm so sorry," he said, embarrassed.

He slammed the door, but as he did he heard her shout, "No, wait!" Jeremy wanted to run to the front desk, but was scared stiff. She opened the door, and said, "Come on in. Don't be shy."

Stammering, he said, "I thought that uh I uh wouldn't have to uh, you know, uh, share."

She handed him a note. "I think this will clear things up." The note read:

"You're probably going to need this. Sincerely, -your friends in Duluth."

"Fuck," he said. "That's probably our CFO. That's going to be coming out of our budget. I can't afford the room. I can't afford this. I can't--I can't--by the way, how the hell did you get in here?"

"I have my ways," she said. "Sorry, I don't do refunds."

Jeremy paused and closed the door behind him. His heard was racing and he didn't know what to do. This was a far cry from what he anticipated. He was not expecting this to be his first encounter, especially not at his expense.

"How long do we have," he asked quietly.

"As long as it takes," she said.

"Let me think this over," he said. He had until 9:00 tomorrow morning. The time zones set him two hours behind. He stared at the time projected from his wrist.

"I don't--I don't--I--I--..." He shed a tear and was struck across the face.

"NONE OF THAT," she yelled.

"Fine," he sighed. "I guess we're going to do this."

"Good," she said. "Now take your clothes off."

"But--I--" she held her hand out again. "Okay." Jeremy quickly took off his glasses, his brace, his shirt and his pants, then tripped over himself. "Sorry," he said. He got back up and kicked them off. He stood for five seconds in his underwear, then she pulled them down. He was even more embarrassed. "Sorry, sorry, sorry."

"Sit here," she said. "Let me go freshen up and get my things." She went into the bathroom, then came out in her panties and with a bag. She projected a document from her brace.

"Now, before we do this, I'm going to have you sign a waiver. Place your paw here," she said, "and here. Perfect." She reached into her bag and grabbed a collar with a leash. She put it on Jeremy and said with a grin, "You're my bitch now."