FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This is a work in progress and I plan to continue a full story with this world, constructive criticism is always welcome, any thoughts or ideas are encouraged to be shared. Don't tear me apart too much, this is one of my first serious attempts at story writing.

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Heavy boot heels clicked against the cold cobblestone floor, there rhythmic pattern echoing down and back through the dungeons dank halls. The only other sound to break the air was the soft jingling sound of keys against chainmail links as a shadowy figure traversed the desolate tunnel. Suddenly the boot heels silenced and the rustling of keys grew louder as the figure halted in front of a thickly barred cell door. After many unsuccessful jingles the latch in the locking mechanism finally sounded and the door pushed open with a loud screeching, its hinges rusted with age

Against the wall of the concealed cell hanged a soft lean figure, a woman chained by the wrists suspended only just above the ground by her wrists. She looked up, her body beaten and her fur was stained in various substances and matted to such a degree one that no comb could put it back in place. The woman was a lion from the southern rolling plains of Shalom, a place of magnificent scenery and sights ruled under the throne of Queen Sheevah. The jailer stepped inside and to the lions surprise another figure pushed its way past him. Once the two individuals were inside the jailer stepped back up and locked the iron door behind them.

"My Liege I believe it is safe now", Said the Jailor, his voice hard and raspy.

"I do believe it is."

The second mystery guest stepped forward into the thing strip of light that shown down brightly into the dark cell, the only source of light that the lion would ever see inside of this prison. The man was fairly tall, the lion had to stretch her neck upward in order to meet his gaze, around his neck was a dark red blue cloak the hood pulled over his head, masking his face in shadow. He was adorned in a thin steel breastplate the shined brightly in the morning sun, around his hip was a sword, silver streaks glowing with a light blue hue.

He brought his gloved hands up and around the hood of the cloak, slowly he pulled it down to reveal himself to the lion girl. She gasped loudly and her eyes filled with shock, as suddenly the King of Wolves revealed himself to her.

"With that tone I assume you know who I am", His voice was gruff and strong but it had the hint of youth in its wake. His face was the only thing that would show his brown fur, the bottom of his jaw consisting of a cream color that stretched down his neck.

"Y-Yes, my people have spoken of you", the lion sounded, her voice trembled much like a leave in the blowing wind.

The Wolves of the north were known for many things, their dominance of the sea and mountains, their rich trading ports and mineral deposits, and also for their ferocious fighting spirit. The Wolves and Lions had been at war since the races had settled down in the region, each side fighting for the land in which they sought to own.

The king chuckled softly and began to pace around the room. "Only good things I hope", his voice was hinted with sarcasm as he walked around the dirty cell, the familiar sound of his clicking heels were once again heard, "You and I both know why I am here cat. Sneaking around in my kingdom is a very naughty thing to do."

The lion swallowed hard and shivered nervously, the cell was cold, freezing even and the lion was only adorned in a thing loin cloth around her waist and another strip of cloth around her chest. As her body acted out its fear, the shackles holding her to the wall rattled against the stone walls.

"I will keep this brief, if you tell me why you were sent then you will not be harmed." He stopped pacing the floor and his hard stare fell on the lion.

She looked up and straight into his eyes, they were as dark a red as his cloak and looked as if they were colored with the blood of his own slain enemies. "I-I will tell you nothing!"

The wolf sighed and brought his paw up to rub at his eyelids, "I will give you, one more chance to tell me why you are here, and if you do not I will make you wish you had." His voice was icy and his words were powerful. The lion simply looked away from him, refusing to meet his gaze any further, and the rattling of her shackles increased in volume.

A low growl soon filled the chamber and he spit down onto the lions cheek angrily. "Fine, have it your way kitten, Knox remove those rags and prepare the brand." The king said harshly the orders bellowing from deep within him causing the other man to flinch.

"Yes your highness." He pulled out a long iron branding tool and set it down on a large brazier that had been shuffled in during their exchange of words. The jailer, whom had been addressed as Knox stepped forward into the light. His fur was pitch black, and his one good eye was yellow, the other was a creamy white a long scar reached down from eyelid to eyelid.

"A'ight Missy be a good kitty and I won' have ta' hurt cha'" his voice was like gravel, his arms reached down towards the thin loincloth and suddenly the lions feet kicked out at the jailor who quickly caught a leg in midflight and hoisted it up high in the air to keep the lion off balance. "Now, now no need for that", a sharp claw sliced the cloth in half and sent it down to the floor, revealing the lions virgin pussy to the cold air.

She watched in horror as the thin material was cut from her and sent down to the floor, soon the jailer used the same technique to cut off the cloth around her chest, which let free her ample breasts and let them bounce out of their holdings. "My aint you a pretty one." His tongue slapped against his lips as the lion hung nude in front of him.

"Knox! Get on with the branding", boomed the king from the corner of the cell. "Y-Yes my lord." He released the lions leg scurried away over to the brazier and picked up the metal rod and advanced on the girl once more.

"No please! Don't do this." Her voice was panicked and she pulled against the shackles as the red hot iron approached her. The king held up a hand and the jailer halted in place. "Tell me what I wish to know and this can all end here." The king turned his attention to the lion and waited. Tears rolled down her cheeks, dampening the dirty fur and leaving filmy streaks, she hung her head low and sobbed not saying another word.

The wolfs hand came down and the jailer pushed forward taking hold of both her legs this time and lifting them high to the heavens so that her rear end was exposed to him. He giggled maniacally as he held the device just inches from her ass, and looked over toward the king and with one final nod, pressed the metal against the lion's furry hide.

A deafening shriek soon filled the hallowed dungeon as the lions body contorted from the burning iron, tears poured from her eyes in bucket as the sizzle of her burning skin rang in her ears. "That's enough Knox."

The iron was removed and in its place, branded forever on the lions body was the head of a large angry wolf, Knox let go of the girls legs and they hit the stone hard. The king unbelted his sword and threw it on the ground before shifting the chainmail off of his chest, his stunning brown and cream coat now on display for the lion as he stepped forward and took her cheek in his hand.

"Tell me what I want to know or I will take something from you that you may never have back again." His voice was soft again, enticing the girl to look up, tears still rolling in heaps down her face, "N-Never you mut."

The wolf sneered happily at the girl and let go of her face, "Have it your way, I was getting pent up anyway." He dropped his leather trousers to the floor revealing an already hardened wolf cock that protruded from its sheath. He picked up the girls legs and put them on his shoulders. "If only you had worked with me pussy cat." His hand wrapped around her mouth and without mercy the king jammed his eight inch cock into the tight virgin pussy of the lion.

Her screams were muffled by his paw as he thrust inside of her cunt, pulling out and pushing back in slamming her back against the wall each time. His breath was heavy and low as he pumped inside of the small girl eagerly. "How's it feel to have your first fucking come from a wolf? I bet your mother would be proud wouldn't she?"

She simply closed her eyes and shook her head helplessly as she was violently raped by the wolf, his taunts taking a physiological toll on her poor mind while his cock took a physical toll on her body. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the jailer Knox, pumping his erect cock in his hands as he watched his king deflower the lioness.

After some time her pussy dripped with her feminine juices causing each thrust to create a sloshing sound which only added to the lions humility, "It's too bad we didn't have time to do this in public, my men would have enjoyed seeing your firm ass out there naked." He planted his forehead against her own as his thrusts increased, his hips rocking back and forth with animal like ferocity.

More screams were hushed by the wolfs paw as the girl struggled to take the cock inside of her, she could only pray that her ordeal would be over soon. To her surprise she could feel the wolf pulling out from her pussy, she opened her eyes wide to see he had moved back and was now coming at her with the silver lined scabbard, she was certain death was coming for her, and she would not offer up the satisfaction of meeting his gaze as she was sent from this earth.

A loud ching echoed through the cell as the lion fell flat on her hind quarters, the chains that suspended her from the floor had been severed and the wolf was upon her again. "How cute, you thought I was going to kill you, start stroking it you little whore."

The girl was sure what he meant until she looked down at the throbbing manhood that was before her. She ignored him for the time being and simply backed up into the wall of the cell.

The wolf growled loudly and grabbed a fistful of the lions hair, pulling her close and shoving his cock against her face, smearing pre and her own pussy juice against her fur. The blade was pressed against her neck and she stopped moving all together. "Now, you play nice kitten and stroke, or else you die."

She trembled on the floor and looked straight forward to the head of the dog cock, she swallowed and wrapped her paw around it and began to stroke slowly, not knowing if she was doing any good although she had gotten hints from the satisfied grunts from the wolf above her.

The king huffed and rocked his hips forward into the soft furred hands of the lion girl, her inexperienced hands working expertly over his cock, which twitched around, signaling that his time was near. With only a few final strokes, the wolf threw his head back into the air and howled and his seed erupted from his cock in long strings which covered the girls face.

She could do nothing to hide from the white wolf seed that spewed out a blinded her as It plastered her face and covered her in the wolfs musky scent. "Be happy I did not impregnate you bitch." The wolf threw her down on the floor and began to throw on his cloack and chainmail "Knox do what you wish with this kitten but do not kill her...yet" he walked back over to the girl who he had finished marking with his seed, "I would mark you the regular way that my kind does but I am short of time, next time I come bearing questions you best answer them or I will hand you over to my wolfguard.

And with that, she opened one eye and watched his cloak fade away into black and the jailer appear before her, cock in hand and ready to go for another round with the poor lion.