FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

All characters, settings, and content is copyright Black Widow. This story has drug use and sex in it. If you don't like those things or are too young to read it, I suggest you hit the back button. Everyone else, enjoy.

Timothy looked at himself in the full-length mirror. His black tuxedo contrasted greatly with his snowy white fur. The mouse smiled in spite of himself. Today he was getting married. And not just to anyone. He was marrying someone he loved.

His black nose twitched with excitement at the prospect. He knew life with Penny was going to be grand. The moment he met her, he knew it. He knew they would spend the rest of their lives together and he was happy about that.

Fievel came in the room at that moment. The dark brown mouse frowned. "You look like a fucking penguin," he commented.

Timothy chuckled, "I feel like the wealthiest male alive."

Fievel scoffed as he lit a joint. He took a puff from it and then handed it to Timothy. The white mouse waved it away. Surprised, the brown mouse raised both eyebrows. "How unlike you to refuse a joint," he said.

"I want no distractions today, Fievel. Today is my wedding day. I want it to be perfect," Timothy confirmed, adjusting his tie.

Fievel rolled his eyes. "It'll be perfect once you fuck her. That's how you know if she's right for you or not. I'm surprised you haven't fucked her already."

Timothy's eyes widened as he turned to look at his brother. "Fievel! We are talking about Penny Dalmation. Not only is she a virgin, but she is the stepdaughter of King Tramp Michael Casendyard XVI. I can't believe you would talk about her in such a manner."

The brown mouse laughed at his younger brother's outburst. "And I already fucked one of his daughters. Will fuck another if I can find one that suits me."

Timothy turned away, looking back in his mirror. He shook his head as he fixed his tie for the fifth time. "I cannot believe you would do something like that.... No, wait. Yes, I can."

The white mouse turned again to look at his older, and taller, brother. "You are always looking to get at Tramp. I don't know what he did to you to make you hate him so much."

Fievel shrugged. "Honestly, he didn't do anything. I just hate him."

The brown mouse finished his joint and put it out. Pushing Timothy out of the way, Fievel viewed himself in the mirror and fixed the black rope around his waist. He was wearing a blood red velvet tunic and deep navy velvet pants. He then fixed his large navy hat and put his paws on his hips, puffing out his chest. He smiled in satisfaction.

"Fievel, get that smirk off your face," came a dark voice from behind the brothers. The mice turned to see their eldest brother entering the room. He was a white unicorn. He had a curly mane and tail.

A memory sparked in Timothy of when he first introduced Penny to his brothers. She didn't understand how a unicorn could be blood related to mice. He told her it was a simple matter, really. All unicorns had the ability to shapeshift. If a unicorn had intercourse with another while in form, then any offspring would be born in that form.

Fievel shrugged and walked to a chair, where he plopped into it. "Whatever, Will. We all know it's Timothy's day, anyway," he said, sarcastically

"You are correct," the unicorn said, his hooves tapping on the wooden floor. "I will not have you acting like an asshole during our brother's wedding. You will act like a gentleman or I will tear you apart."

"I wish you wouldn't threaten him on my wedding day," Timothy commented.

Will growled, "We are Unicorns. We do not make threats, we make promises."

Timothy nodded. "Yes, well, be that as it may, I don't want to see my brother's face smashed in on my wedding day."

"Then let us hope he doesn't do anything to deserve it."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Penny danced around the room in her wedding dress. Her fur was a bright, snowy white and her black spots shined. A pink collar dangled from her neck to set off her white gown. There were pink trimmings on her dress and veil as well.

Princess smiled. "You look lovely, my dear," the ivory unicorn stated.

"I feel like I could touch Heaven," Penny giggled.

"I can't believe such a cute German princess is marrying an Australian pauper. You will bring disgrace to our family!" Pearl cried.

Penny frowned and pouted. "Oh, Mother, don't be upset with me. You should be happy for me. After all, I'm marrying the male I love. What more could you want for me?"

"I would have you marry a gentleman. Perhaps a German soldier or... even the prince of England is better! Why must you marry this... this..."

"Pearl, be careful how you speak of Timothy," the ivory unicorn warned. "None of the Unicorn family takes kindly to being insulted."

"You should know. You're one of them," the full-bred Dalmation huffed.

"Mother, why can't you be happy for me? Timothy is a gentleman. Nevermind where is was born or where he grew up," Penny begged.

Pearl rolled her eyes. "In the backstreets of Alice Springs! Of all the rotten luck! Did you know that when I asked him about murder, he did not deny killing others? You would think that a 'gentleman' would deny such cold-blooded cruelty."

"He only kills because his brothers bid him to," Penny defended. "If he didn't, Will would turn him into a bloody pulp. Then where would I be? Unloved and unhappy, that's for sure. And he's not entirely cruel to his victims. He always uses a gun and he always aims for the head. That way it's a quick and painless death."

"Not like his older brother, Fievel. I heard the mouse uses daggers and revels in the feel of warm blood on his paws," said Lady, coming into the room from the hallway. The cocker spaniel handed Penny a bouquet made of pink and white roses. "It's time, Penny. Are you ready to become Mrs. Timothy Unicorn?"

Penny smiled brightly at her aunt and nodded excitedly. Princess came to her and adjusted the Dalmations veil. As they stepped out into the hall, Penny was pleased to see Tramp and Patch. Her stepfather and her brother both looked handsome in their royal attire. She accepted Tramp's extended arm and together they made their way into the backyard, where the wedding would take place.

Will, Timothy's eldest brother, had insisted on an outside wedding at night. It was an old Unicorn tradition to do it that way. He had wanted Penny to wear a white dress drenched in the blood of Timothy's latest victim, but not even Timothy agreed to that decision.

As Fievel played Beethoven's Symphony No.9, the small procession of bridesmaids and groomsmen started down the makeshift aisle. Princess and Will was at the head, posing as Timothy's "parents" since his real parents refused to attend. Next was Penny's stepsibling, Karrie, and her boyfriend Ken. They were followed by Wolfie and Patch. Pearl came next and then Cuddlely, Patch and Wolfie's daughter, followed with the flowers. The small wolf mix sprinkled the ground with pink and white petals.

Fievel then went into The Wedding March as Penny and Tramp stood at the bottom of the aisle.

"Are you ready for this?" Tramp whispered to his stepchild.

Penny smiled. "Yes," she answered, shivering.

"You're nervous," he observed, leading her down the aisle.

"I am," she admitted. "It's not everyday a girl gets married."

"Especially in the dark," he commented, smiling.

Penny giggled, "It's alright. There are enough stars and the moon is beautiful tonight. Not to mention the pains you went through with all the white Christmas lights. Indeed, I would almost mistaken it to be day if I didn't look up."

Tramp sighed. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? I mean, he's not exactly a prince."

"Daddy, you don't know him like I do. He may not have been born a prince, but he's a prince in my eyes," she said, looking lovingly up at the wolf she had been raised by.

He looked down at her and placed a kiss on the top of her veil. "Then I am happy for you. I only wish everyone could find such happiness and love as you have found," he said.

Penny smiled as tears lit her eyes. They reached the gazebo, were Timothy stood smiling ear to ear. Penny could tell he was just as nervous as she was.

"Who gives this young lady away?" the priest asked.

Tramp spoke loudly and clearly. "I, King Tramp Michael Casendyard XVI, son of the former King Tramp Michael Casendyard XV, do."

The wolf then turned to Timothy. The wolf's face was serious. "Before I give you her paw, hear me out," he said, softly.

Timothy looked up at the wolf and waited for him to continue.

"I may not be her blood father," Tramp said, "but I'm all that she has for a father. She is my daughter and I love her very deeply. Treat her well and with respect. Love her, care for her, and most importantly, don't ever harm her. Unicorns are known for their cruelty and heartlessness. But nothing is more cruel or heartless as a father whose daughter has been harm. She is a rare and precious gift. Treat her as if she were a diamond."

Timothy bowed. "My lord, I will treat her as a diamond, for that's what she is. She is my heart and my soul. I will never bring harm to her, for to do so, would wound me deeply. Rest assured, Your Majesty. You have my word."

Tramp dipped his head at that and handed Penny's paw to Timothy. Timothy stepped up to his bride and drew the veil up. As their eyes met, they smiled. "I love you," the white mouse mouthed.

"I love you, too," Penny mouthed back as Timothy took her paw and walked her the rest of the way to the priest.

The priest wore robed as black as ebony, for he was a priest of Timothy's religion. He spoke of the importance of marriage and life. He spoke of unity and the great divine. "Two-Face blesses this marriage," he said. He looked at the young couple. "Speak your vows now, while the great god watches you."

Timothy looked at Penny and drew in a deep breath. "All my life I have longed to have someone in my life as Will does. I am lucky to have found you. You are everything I could ever dream of and more. You are my heart, my soul. You are everything that makes my life complete. Penny, without you, I would be nothing. For you, I would do anything. I promise to protect you, to honour you. I'll never be unfaithful or selfish. I will treat you with respect and love you until my heart stops beating. You have my life and my word."

Tears fell from Penny's eyes. She sniffled and bowed her head. She looked back up and her eyes met his. "Timothy, my love, my dearest friend. As long as I can remember, I have dreamed of the day I would meet my prince," she chuckled slightly. "Little did I know that my prince was a mouse from Alice Springs, Australia. I have waited for you my whole life and I look forward to spending eternity with you. I will do everything in my power to remain honest and loyal to you. Respect and dignity will be given to you from me. Until the day I draw no breath, I promise you this: I will always love you."

The priest asked Simba, Timothy's best man, for the rings. "Clarence Timothy Unicorn, do you take this female to be your wife. To honour and serve, to protect and to obey, through sickness and in health, good times and bad, until death do you part?"

Timothy smiled. "I do."

"Penny Marie Dalmation, do you take this male to be your husband. To honour and serve, to protect and to obey, through sickness and in health, good times and bad, until death do you part?"

Penny nodded. "I do."

"Is there anyone here who believes these two should not be wed? Speak now or forever hold your peace."

Penny closed her eyes and prayed silently that her mother wouldn't say anything.

Smiling, Tramp put his paw over Pearl's mouth. The priest handed the rings to the young couple and Timothy and Penny placed the obsidian rings on each others fingers.

"I now pronouce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

Timothy smiled mischievously and took Penny's head into his paws, drawing her into a deep, passionate kiss. Penny wrapped her arms around Timothy's neck as their bodies clashed together. His paws fell to her waist and he drew away from her. All the world seemed to stop for them at that moment. They did not hear the roar of their friends and family, for their own minds were focused only on each other.

"I present before you all, Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Timothy Unicorn," the priest finished as Timothy and Penny made their way down the aisle, followed by their friends and family.

The reception was held in the ballroom. It was a beautiful reception, too. The walls were made of polished gold and the chandeller sparkled, for it was made with real diamonds. Everywhere there was laughter and dancing. Everyone congratulated the happy couple on their wedding.

Will stepped up to the microphone then and hit it softly, drawing everyone's attention. "Testing," he said, making sure it worked. Hearing that it did, the unicorn raised his glass. "I would like to give a speech and make a toast."

Everyone turned to the unicorn.

"I had hoped I would be celebrating Fievel's wedding before Timothy, but nevermind that now," he said, drawing a few scattered laughs and a frown from Fievel. "Timothy, she is beautiful. I wish you both the best that Two-Face can offer. May your lives be happy as my own."

He lifted his glass and then took a deep swig from it. Everyone else did the same. Penny smiled. Then Tramp stepped up to the microphone. "Wonderful words, Will. And now, if I may, I would like to say something."

Penny's eyes widened. It was Timothy's turn to smile as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"I must say, I've known Penny all her life," Tramp began. "Never did I imagine she would marry a mouse. Perhaps a dog, or even a wolf. But when Timothy came to me asking for her paw, I was rather shocked. Even moreso when she accepted. The children should be an interesting sight to see. I just hope they don't turn me grey..."

"Father? You are grey," Penny said. "You're a wolf!"

"I knew that. I was testing you," Tramp said, causing many to laugh. "To Penny and Timothy. May their lives be long and their children many!"

Laughter accompanied the toast as Tramp then set his drink down. Many started to go back to their conversations. "Wait. I'm not done yet," he said. The animals turned to him again. "I would like to sing a song dedicated to my daughter and my new son-in-law."

Penny tilted her head to one side and smiled. Timothy took her paw and led her to the dance floor.

Fievel sat at the piano and started the introduction to "I Can't Help Falling in Love With You."

In perfect harmony, Tramp sang the beloved song. Tears welled in Penny's eyes. She did not know how her father knew that it was her and Timothy's song, but she was glad for it. The young couple danced, leaving the world and their friends and family behind. All they could hear was Tramp's voice singing their song. All they saw was each other...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Timothy took off his coat and sat on the bed. "That was quite a long flight, don't you agree?" he asked.

Penny nodded. "I half expected us to never get off that plane. Though, I must say, Alice Springs is quite beautiful. I would like to understand why Will thought it so important for us to come here, however."

Timothy shrugged. "He built this house himself, you know. Bought this small piece of land and built it for Princess and himself. Then Fievel came to live here, Simba was born, and then I came. This was my first home. My only home until Christina invited us to the castle."

"And then you met me," Penny said, smiling.

The mouse nodded and returned her smile. "I think Will wanted us to come here because he wanted you to see where I come from. He wanted you to learn more about me. And he wanted us to spend our first night together in my bed."

Penny looked at him nervously. "I've never done this before. I've heard it hurts the first time."

Timothy patted the spot on the bed next to him. Penny came and sat in the spot. "I've heard it hurts the first time too. But I've also heard that after the initial thrust, it gets better. Besides, you know I would never hurt you. I will do everything I can to make it as comfortable as possible for you."

Penny smiled and stood up. She removed her dressed and revealed herself to her husband for the first time. Timothy just stared at her.

"P...Penny..." he breathed. "You are beautiful."

The dalmation blushed and smiled sheepishly as Timothy stood up as well and placed his paws on her waist. He brought her closer to him and covered her mouth with his own. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth, relishing in her taste.

He drew her to the bed and placed her carefully upon it. He then removed his own clothes and crawled onto the bed. Not giving his wife time to think, he kissed her again. His legs crept between hers as his paws caressed her breasts.

Penny was enthralled with the new feelings. She had never made love before. Didn't know the first thing about it. But she could tell that Timothy knew what he was doing. She was confidant in him. She felt protected and she knew he would never do anything to harm her.

He slowly, carefully slipped his malehood little by little inside her, stopping for a moment to let her and her body get used to the feel. When he was halfway in, he thrust the rest of his length inside her, all the while keeping her mouth covered with his. He kissed away her tears and held her in their state long enough so she was used to it. Then, he started thrusting inside her.

Penny bit back the tears of pain and was soon rewarded for her efforts. As Timothy continued with his thrusting, she bucked against him, matching his pace. Timothy's tongue continued to wrestle with Penny's as their sexes moved faster. Soon, neither could hold it in any longer. They both thrust their heads back and moan in esctasy as they released themselves.

They were now truly one. Their souls were perminantly united. Timothy fell to the bed, exhausted.

A few hours later, Timothy was awake, staring up at the ceiling. His smile twinkled in his eyes as he held his sleeping wife in his arms. His mind played through their wedding and then through their lovemaking. And for the first time in his life, Timothy was at peace.