FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

You slowly head into the Mystic Springs Oasis, your paws trembling nervously, gulping as you head into through the 'door' of beads. The entrance lobby is large and dimly lit, filled with the occasional vase, lighted shrine, pillars, and a desk near the back. With a small look around, you pad over to the desk, finding it unoccupied. After a few seconds of waiting and coughing softly, you look for a bell, finding nothing.

"Ummm..." You rub the back of your head, looking around slightly.

The sound of flies hits your sensitive ears and you turn just in time to see a somewhat tall, plump yak coming through the beaded door behind the counter. A cloud of flies swarming around him as he walks up to the counter. "Oh hey, didn't know we were taking customers today. What can I do for you?"

"H-hey," you say with a blush. "I was hoping for a VIP badge?"

"Oh damn, man. We're all out of them for today. We've got, like, a limit on the customers allowed in there at any one time."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yeah man, can't let it happen." The yak replies, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

You lift your tail slightly and begin to unbutton your shirt. "And here I was, hoping to get some of those VIP passes... I guess I'll just have to come back another time, when you're a little more... open."

"Yeah, I'm sorry man." The yak says, completely oblivious.

You unbutton another one to try and push the point, but it seems to go over his unkempt hair. With a small shrug, you keep your shirt half undone while turning and walking away slowly, putting your ass out slightly as you pad towards the door. With a stealthy move of your paw, you unbuckle your trousers and let them fall to the ground, revealing your bare backside, having gone commando this morning.

"Oh deer, my trousers have fallen," you start, licking your lips as you give the yak a look. "I'll pick them up."

You bend at the hips and move down, pushing your ass and tail up as you 'accidentally' slip forward, pressing your chest against the ground. "Oh no! Clumsy me! I've fallen and need help! Will you please help such a clumsy me?"

The yak gives you a questioning look before moving over to you, lending you a paw. As he helps you up, you take a sniff of his crotch, pressing your nose against his crotch as he does so. The stink of yak musk hits you like a bolt of lightning, almost being enough to make you gag. Your nose travels up his plump belly, his chest, and then his muzzle. He looks at you with a slight gulp, your muzzle going to his ear.

"Are you sure I can't get a VIP badge? I'd be on my best behaviour," your paws grip his plump balls. "Don't you want a good boy...?"

He trembles softly and his mouth goes dry, his paws trembling softly. "I-I... um, let's go to the back..."

You smile as he walks to the back room, sniffing the musk left on your paw as you follow him. The room in the back is dimly lit with a purple aura, small vases with different plants growing from them. As your eyes travel the room, your eyes land on the yak, who's laying on a set of soft cushions. Vaping on a pen as he looks at you, the smell of weed of hits your nose. You blush as you follow the scent, slowly moving to the yak. His gaze follows you as you lay next to him, kissing his neck softly.

He moves over you, not thinking of keeping his weight off of you, so his plump belly presses against you. With his face so close to yours, you kiss his nose, feeling a wetness on your lips as you watch him take a drag and bring your lips together. Once you lock your maws together, he breaths out into your muzzle, and you breath it in, tasting the weed and his food tainted breath. The thickness of his saliva and other liquids mix against your lips. The exchange of weed breath is done again, and again, and again. He takes one last, long drag before grabbing your cheeks, locking your lips, and forcefully breathing his hot, wet, weed filled breath into your lungs. He doesn't pull away and you breath into his maw, exchanging breaths between the two of you.

Once the yak pulls away, he licks his lips. "Fuck, that was, like, so intense..."

"Yeah, so good!" You respond, biting your lips as you run a paw over his cheek.

"You wanna keep goin'?"

You spread your legs open and smile up at him. "Claim my ass, you big, stinky boy."

He gulps and looks between your legs, his cock growing, pressing his tip into the cleft of your thighs. You moan out softly and lick your lips, looking at his cock as he slowly aims it towards your asshole. As his tip presses against your tight hole, he thrusts into your hole roughly. His thrusts are uncoordinated and feral, aiming and jabbing in different directions.

'Has he ever had sex before?' You think to yourself, grunting out as he hits your prostate every other thrust or so.

"Fuck, you feel so good..." The yak moans out, rubbing his muzzle against yours.

"H-hey there, slow down a little... this ain't a race." You say through gritted teeth.

"But it... feels amazing! Can't stop!"

The yak continues to thrust haphazardly into your hole, gripping your ass cheeks, trying to pull your ass against his thrusts. It hurts like hell, feeling his shaft ram uncaringly into your tight hole. You wrap your paws around his middle and press your nose into his shoulder blade, instinctively sniffing his scent. The musk and fullness of his fur hits you, smelling like he hasn't washed for a week. It's enough to make you gag, but his paws keep your face against his fur.

"Smell it puppy!" He yells, his pre-cum leaking like a tap in your ass.

You try and pull away, feeling his thrusts turn harder, as if my struggles turn him on. "L-let me go!"

"Not yet... I need more!"

You hear the beaded door and manage to look over, seeing a somewhat thin, large horned, blue eyed, naked ram. He has a necklace of silicone beads, starting with a large one in the centre, becoming smaller as they go around his lithe neck. Small flowers are weaved into his glossy head wool, giving him a slight hippy vibe. With a grunt and groan, you call out to him. "Please, he's too rough!"

The ram looks at you for a moment before walking over to you, grabbing your muzzle as he raises his arm, shoving your nose into his hot pit. "Fuck, where'd you find this one?"

"L-lobby, he wanted a VIP pass." The yak replies, licking his lips.

"Come on Yax, you know the rules..." The ram keeps your muzzle pressed against his pit, sinking his musky scent into your nose. "Hey, get that tongue working boy, you wanna break rules? You gotta take your punishment."

You take a moment, looking up at the ram with begging eyes. But he just shoves your nose into his musk filled pit again, and you do what he wants... you let your tongue out and begin licking his scent filled wool. The taste is stronger than the scent and it makes you gag slightly, tasting the musk flow down your throat. Yax slaps your ass and makes you yelp, making his thrusts even harder and more uncoordinated. All of this makes you pass out for a brief moment, before coming back round.

"Awww, poor little thing, he can't take your thrusts Yax." The ram smiles, pulling your muzzle back mid-lick, and brings you into a forceful kiss. His tongue dances with yours roughly and he gropes your face with the same roughness.

"His tight little ass... can't take me." Yax groans out, his balls slapping against your ass.

The ram unclips his bead necklace and pulls them from around his neck, revealing them to be anal beads. He then moves from the kiss and smiles down at you, petting your neck softly. "Hmmm, we can't have him like now, can we?"

Before you can do, or even say, anything, he presses the first bead against your lips. It easily moves into your maw, quickly followed by the next, bigger, bead. This is done again and again, until your neck is bulging with spherical masses, choking you on the anal beads. The ram smiles as he keeps the beads against your mouth, massaging your neck, feeling the beads through your fur and skin. You wanna gag, to push the beads out. But with Yax thrusting like a feral dog into your ass, you can't focus enough to gag.

"Oh, good boy, you like them don't you?" The ram moans out softly, locking your lips around the back of the last bead, sucking the little handle until his lips connect with his. He looks deep into your eyes as he slowly pulls the beads out of your maw with his tongue, pulling out of the kiss. The beads cling to your throat every time one moves out of your throat, your gullet clinging to each and every one. As the last one plops out, the ram pants softly, letting the beds dangle out of his maw.

"F-fuck..." is all you can manage to say, the stink of the two of them filling your nose as you draw breath. The ram smiles down at you, turns around, and gives a bow, revealing his plump, damp ass to you. With a small moan, the ram puts the handle into your maw and spreads his ass cheeks.

"Hold it still, little puppy." Is all he says before moving back, letting the frrst bead move into his soft ass. A soft, almost feminine moan escapes his lips, wiggling his ass as the next moves into his hole. Two out of eight, and he's ready for even more. With each one that fills him, his moans grow higher pitched and girlier. By the sixth, he is practically begging to be filled. "Y-Yax! Grab my horns! Fill me up daddy!"

Yax doesn't even say anything as he does what he's told, grabbing his horns roughly and yanking. You watch from underneath as the last two beads fill him slimy hole, his sphincter closing around the tip of your nose. The thick anal juices coats the first inch of your maw, giving you the base scent of the ram. Who screams out and curves his back backwards, yelling out into the warm, scent thick air. He creams against the floor, his ass clamping around the beads, milking the silicone like a hard cock.

"Please daddy! Fuck me hard! I'm a bad ram! I've been so naughty!" He screams, shooting a thick burst of cum on every high note. You can just manage to see his balls pulling up against his inner thighs, like a large pair of stress balls being squeezed, emptying a good amount of cum onto the floor. "Daddy! I...! I'm a naughty ram... p-punish me..."

He finally slows down and falls to the ground, groaning out as the cum soaks into the wool coating his front. The beads pull on your maw as he falls, having just enough resistance to yank them out from his ass, leaving his hole a gaping, soppy mess. The friction causes the ram to yell and shoot another shot of cum onto the ground, trembling as he does so. This barely keeps your attention before Yax selfishly yanks it back to himself.

The yak's hooved paws grab at your chest as he shoves his cock into your sensitive hole. You scream as he shoots load after load into your bowels. It feels like a hose has been shoved up your ass and turned onto high, his cock sending an almost constant stream of jizz into you. You can feel his balls throb against the fur of your butt. Yax calls out into the warm air, crossing his eyes as his mind seems to try and comprehend the orgasm. A minute of full on jizzing fills your body before he finally pulls his cock out. Your ass gushes a hot wave of cum onto the last clean part of the floor, giving the entire room a thick coating of jizz.

"Fuck..." Yax moans, moving his head to watch his cum shooting out of your ass. "Damn, your ass... looks like, so good right now."

"Yax, can't you comprehend more than a passing thought?" The ram asks, now half laying against a table, only seeming to be half angry.

"Come on, bro. Who needs to think so deep when you've got so much tail?"

"Have you literally cum your brains out?"

"You need to get yourself some tail, man."

"I prefer to give my ass to someone else." The ram licks his lips, walking shakily over to you and Yax. "Now, stand over this little cum slut's face, facing away from his head."

"What do cha mean?" Yax asks, giving the ram a questioning look, who just gives him one back.

"Just do what I say."

Yax shrugs and does as he says, moving over your face, his ass hanging over you. The ram does the same, but facing away from the yak, their butts pressing together. You watch the thick liquid mix the both of their asses, mixing together before dripping onto your maw. With a small sniff; the scent of musk fills your nose to the brim. You haven't smelled anything as deep, musky, and sweaty as the droplet that stains your nose fur. As the two of them do their thing, you don't even try to think of what either of them are trying to do.

"And now, we squat." The ram says, looking back at Yax. "On three."

The yak nods as he looks forward.

"One, two... three."

And for once, Yax seems to do something on point. The two of them move their asses down onto your face. Their backsides slide down onto your maw and coat it quickly in the same thick liquid, hotdogging your snout like a long cock. You stay there, staying in the moment between the asses of the two musky males. The tails wag and wiggle softly above your nose, every time they move down, you take a sniff, practically tasting the scent of their asses.

"Good puppy, you love working our asses, don't you?" The ram asks, a cocky tone in his voice.

You can't see it, but you can tell he's smiling. But you don't care, you're moaning like a slut, the thought of the VIP pass are further away than the back of your head.