FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Game Over. Game Over. Game Over," flashed the electronic message on the dark screen while the lights around the display of the game blinked red and white around in a randomized pattern. Brandon pulled back from the controller, watching it bobble back and forth for a moment before he buried his hand into his pocket for a fresh quarter, though only fabric greeted his groping hand. His forehead wrinkled beneath the sweep of his nondescript brown hair before he wrenched out his cell phone in place of a quarter, both eyes widening at the time that flickered on the display screen.

"Damn, I've been in here for hours.." he muttered to himself, turning in a full spin to scan the arcade for other inhabitants, but it was deserted except for the plump cashier at the goodie counter where younger children claimed their cheap, Chinese-made bobbles in exchange for fistfuls of tickets. He glanced once more at the game, now playing a preview of a successful play that made Brandon long for one more try. His hand tucked to his back pocket, fingering at the edge of his wallet with the temptation to fish out another dollar for change, four more chances to beat it....

"No, I gotta go home." He told himself, stern enough in tone that the meatball behind the counter glanced up, but he only grunted when Brandon flushed and rushed through the open doorway of the arcade and into the mall, eyeing the best way to get out of the place. Spotting a large clothing store across from where the arcade was tucked back into a corner along with the restrooms and stroller rental, he planned to hurry through the store to use their exit rather than meander towards the mall's large doors down the oversized corridor lined with distracting stores and displays.

The teen rushed through the open doors of the clothing store, one lone cashier leaning over the top of her post while a piece of gum stretched out of her mouth watched as he shuffled past, but kept her attention locked to the clock slowly clicking down towards closing time. Once he made it past checkout and into the displays of clothing, the store was nearly empty, with only a lingering pair of elderly women comparing slippers in the pajama section while Brandon cut through and headed towards the dressing rooms he knew were near to the exit.

However, as he rounded the corner to the dressing room, an oversized cart of discarded clothing blocked the walkway while a female employee pushed uselessly against the handle. From where he stood, her face hid behind a sweater that jutted sideways on its hanger off the moveable rack, but her body was visible.

Her hips were snug inside a tight black skirt, like a layer of paint it showed the round size of her large thighs, clinging tightly to the shape of her plump, round bottom. Her chest was equally large, with massive breasts that strained to the fabric of a white button up, though the buttons that held the shirt together over her breasts were barely clinging within their holes and the seam of the shirt pulled open to show a glimpse into the smooth white skin beneath. Through the thin fabric, he could see the faint outline of her indigo nipples, pert and bare beneath the shirt. Beneath her skirt were tall black stockings that led down to simple black heels that held dainty feet, almost disproportionate to the size of her ample body. In frustration, a spiked lizard tail lashed back and forth behind her.

Before his wandering eyes studying the lizardess further, her head poked out from behind the unruly sweater, showing the spikes atop her head and heavily makeuped, golden eyes. "I'm sorry, but can you help me move this? It just won't budge for me..."

Quickly, Brandon felt a wave of pity for the girl, struggling to move the cart and agreed to assist her, tugging on the side closest to him to help maneuver the cart out of the walkway while she offered guiding words as to where to pull the cart from his position in the lead.

Once finished with the cart and back in front of the dressing rooms, standing just inside the largest handicap stall while the lizardess checked once more for remaining garments, the girl jutted out a hand, each nail painted black. "I really am thankful you came along to help. They wouldn't have let me get out of here at ten if you hadn't helped me out!"

Brandon flushed, stammering out a 'you're welcome' before going silent again.

"Really though, I want to repay you.." Her eyes met his as she spoke, lingering on the gaze while a small, flirtatious smile teased her lips up slightly.

The blush on his cheeks darkened further, rouge bleeding down onto his neck. "Oh it's not necessary. Please don't."

A hand, nails glinting in dark reflection of the light above him, sliding onto his hip while the girl shifted to stand between him and the door, her free hand locking the latch of the fragile barrier. "But I insist..."

While Brandon gave a nervous tremble against the wall of the dressing room, soft lips teased down over his jaw line, grazing the corner of his mouth while a hand stroked down his front. The girl's massive breasts pushed to his chest, mashed almost around his smaller body while she licked down his neck, kissing over the skin slowly, sensuously. The blush on his cheeks only deepened while she teased him, hand stroking lower on his front, dipping against his waistband. He pushed up to her slightly, trying to see if she'd let him squirm out from between her and the wall. However, she didn't budge but instead scooted closer, breasts mashed to him, touching to his chin while she licked up his chin and planted a open mouthed kiss over his lips.

"H-hey! I'm not really comfortable with this..." He stammered, thinking of the gum popping employee and the slipper-shopping grannies with a dash of fright, what if he was caught with this lizardess?

Her lips barely paused in their travels over his skin, barely lifting off to speak while the hand, with a finger teasing into his waistband, didn't stumble in the slightest. "Shh...It's okay..." Her hand shifted down and cupped his groin through his pants, "But be quiet..."

Brandon squirmed under her touch, but his movement was limited with her soft body pushed flush against his own and while he grew beneath her rubbing touch, teasing him to an eager, throbbing erection. While the female gave an appreciative coo of his arousal, the male blanched with a fresh terror. He was a virgin.

Another complaining squirm rocked him to the wall, only jiggling it in place before the female tugged his pants, ripping the zipper down to let his cock spring out, bouncing to his belly with a trickle of pre already oozing down the side.

The teenager nearly groaned, "S-stop...We could get caught...I c-can't get caught like this..." He whimpered, looking up at her, though her breasts obstructed his view.

"Shhh..We'll only get caught if ya don't shut up!" She pushed him to the wall again, slightly holding him to it while she sunk down onto her knees, skirt straining further on her massive backend while she drew her long, slender tongue to his cock, swirling it over his tip while the teen trembled beneath the affection and bit his lip, complaints silenced as he tried to keep from moaning.

While he stared down at her, lip tucked firmly into his mouth to keep silent, Brandon cursed himself for entering the store, risking embarrassment for being a virgin or for being caught with his pants down in a store dressing room! Let alone the fact that it was a woman that had trapped him here! He was overpowered by a female!

Before his thoughtful reflection continued, his tip bumped into the back of the girl's throat and he choked back a hiss of pleasure. For a moment, her throat constricted tightly around his sensitive flesh before she drew back and pulled her shirt open, buttons seeming to breathe a sigh of relief as they popped free from the strain of holding the shirt closed. Her massive breasts bounced into view, blue nipples pert in the air before she cupped them up around his cock, only the tip jutting out from the top while she slurped over it, drool leaking onto the tops of her tits.

Brandon moaned into his lip, only the muffled rush of air making it out, but he still darkened with a fresh influx of fear while pre leaked into the lizard's mouth, making her lips glitter with wetness and encouraging her to double her efforts, bouncing her massive breasts around him while her lips took his tip into a tight, constricting, suckling grip. His eyes rolled back and both knees wobbled.

"Someone looks a little...unsteady..." She mumbled, drawing off from his tip with a connection of drool clinging to his tip and her lips. Brandon gave her a sheepish expression in return, stealing his knees in an attempt to stop her from talking further, possibly alerting a passing grandmother of the presence. When she went back to her eagerly suckling, like that of a kitten on a mother's teat, he wobbled again fiercely, but clung to wall and kept still, biting onto his lip again as the warm flesh of her breasts pressed around his cock.

She worked over him quickly, eager with a bloom of stress-induced lust. While she drew back and licked down against her breasts to clean off the collecting mess of pre, one hand released a breast and her skirt rolled up around her waist, panties torn to one side while the pungent scent of her arousal filled the small space.

Another fresh blush covered his cheeks at the scent, cock jerking with near orgasm at the intoxicating quality of a woman's scent before she dropped her lips over him and drew her breasts back, bobbing hurriedly over his girth. A moan muffled into his bitten grip while a squelch echoed into the air as two fingers pumped into her needy slit, dribbles of her liquid excitement leaking onto the carpeted floor of the dressing room.

"I need you, boy." She huffed, looking up at him with a glint of mischievous lust before she tugged on his thighs. Brandon gasped, but shuffled with her forceful movements, blushing as he whined faintly.

"W-we can't do this. We're gonna get caught. We can't do this..." He chanted, voice low and desperate but his eyes screamed up at her while she pushed him back onto the broad bench, his head gently bumping into the wall before the girl's wide hips began to shuffled over him. Her wet sex dripped onto him like a melting popsicle oozes onto the eater's fingers, sweet and messy. Her hand pressed down the middle of his chest, keeping him still as she lifted herself over him, fat thighs spread wide as they could to straddle over him. As she settled over him, her breasts jiggled, blocking out most of his view with how they jutted out over his face.

"Unghh..." A hiss escaped into the air as the female pressed his tip to her hot sex, his virgin mind exploding with revelations at the heat and the starting squeeze of her tight body, sucking him in eagerly. His eyes rolled back briefly and fingers, with black fingernails, spread over his mouth just in time to muffle the moan that bloomed out while in the wall beside them they heard the soft chatter of two women.

"I really think that these pants will match those slippers..." A voice croaked while the door to the adjacent stall creaked open and Brandon's eyes went as open as the widening doorway.

"The colored of the little roses are just the same! They'll look perfect, Gretta." The lizardess smirked slightly, sinking her hot, tight sex over the male's length while the two elderly woman chatted beside him. The boy's body quivering while he choked on the attempted hold on the moan, halting the sound in his throat.

"I hope so, my mother can be so judgemental when it comes to things like nightwear. She thinks its just as important as what we wear in the day time..." The sound of shuffling clothing accompanied their chatter, followed by the umpff of pants piling around someone's ankles.

"Gretta! Are those silk!? Have you and Jean been getting back into things?"

Brandon winced, nearly gagging at the thought of the aged couple while the female rocked her hips over his lap, making him moan into her hand again. The heat of his own breath was trapped on her fingers, stream forming thick in the vacuum of space. As though she was oblivious to the women distracting the teen, the female raised herself up and began to ride him, bouncing eagerly over the length of his cock.

Instantly, his cock spasmed inside her and spit out a stream of pre cum, virgin body clinging to the image of the elderly couple suddenly in an attempt to not shoot off to early. His hips shivered under her, but she didn't pause in the short, quick bounces on him. Her breasts jiggled madly, swaying above his face while her plump thighs pressed down to either side of him and her butt wiggle behind her, grazing the tops of his thighs while he lay limp over the bench. His eyes were rolled back, staring up at the sight of her breasts bouncing in the air. Her face was entirely invisible to him.

She clenched around him. Another groan filled her palm. The old woman laughed.

"Oh, Rita! You hound dog! I wish I could still move like you do with Doug, you two are still tigers in the bedroom! Tigers! You know what me and Jean are like? Sloths! We can barely get movin.'"

The two women cackled like hyenas and Brandon stiffened beneath the girl. She was holding to her breast, massaging it needily while he tried to keep quiet, the embarrassment of being caught dwarfed under the larger anthro was too much, yet he struggled to hold back to girlish squeals of pleasure he wanted to release. His eyes were locked onto the soft, blue-tinted white flesh of her breasts with the small gut of her belly peeking out beneath them. Her panties were bunched to the side, black and silky but he could see the small red shape of a heart squished into a red bundle to move the garment out of the way of her sex. Her body was a pale aqua blue, speckled in rare spots while the spikes from her forehead traveled down to the tip of her swaying tail, moving behind her constantly, tickling Brandon's ankles occasionally while she steadily bucked him up into her sex. Just beneath her panties, was her sex. Rich and pink he saw the lower lips of her spread out around the base of his cock before she lifted herself and he saw his own shaft slip out, gleaming with the slickness of her liquid arousal, sparkling in the lights of the dressing room with the clinging wetness. Her body clung to him, trying to tighten around his cock as it escaped and once his tip just barely snuck out her hole gaped for a moment before she sunk back down onto him with a sharp exhale of her own.

A muffled swear went into her fingers that pushed a bit harder into his lips, silencing him as the click of heels began from a distant hallways, nearing the dressing rooms while the girl's bounces became feverish. She was making her breasts sway up towards her chin and barely giving them time to jiggle back into place before she was bouncing again. Their hips slapped together and Brandon burned with the power of his blush while he clung to the edge of orgasm, desperately chanting to himself to stay quiet, don't get caught, stay quiet, don't get caught, stay quiet...

"Can I get you two ladies help with anything?" A voice asked from feet away, soft and sweet but tinged with the pop of a bubble- gum girl. Over top of him, the bouncing had grown erratic, fast then slow while her tunnel tightened and clung to him, clinging to silence at the very edge while the elderly ladies peeked out from their closet of a room.

"Well Ye-us. I need this in a size smaller and we need some more underwear like these- do you sell this brand?"

"Well ma'ams, the store closes in ten minutes so may I help you find those and then get you checked out?" There was a chorus of silent nodding and the heels clicked off just as the lizardess stiffened and she bit onto her lip while a rush of a muffled moan filled the air of the dressing room while her sex spasmed, locking onto his cock with a vice like grip while she ground down against him, forcing his tip deep into her; thighs pressed down tightly around him and she hunched forward, breasts pressed into his face while she gave a hiss through tightened teeth and then came.

It was an explosion of wetness onto his lap. She constricted and then gushed over his lap, spurting out gushes of her female cum that leaked out around the girth of his cock and wet the front of his jeans, soaking into the denim. The orgasm lingered for a minute but as a faint church bell began chiming the ten ring's of the end of her shift, the lizard relaxed over him and yanked off his lap, leaving his cock jutting up into the air just as he spat out the first arch of his own cum, a white stream tracing a line through the air before it splattered over the bench, his leg and stomach and onto the carpet.

With a yelp of fright, while the female calmly stood dressing herself and smoothing out her skirt over her plump thighs once again, Brandon shot to his feet in time to spray jizz all over the mirror and walls of the stall. When he grabbed his cock in an attempt to stop the sudden mess making, he yanked it up and the final shot splattered onto the underside of his chin, a cum beard.

With a small nod of farewell, the lizard left with cheerfully swaying hips leaving Brandon panting, half naked, and terrified in the dressing room. He surveyed the scene of his accidental vandalization of their mirror, bench, walls and floor with a bitter look of exhaustion. His knees trembled weakly after the hard orgasm and both eyes lids wanted to droop yet his heart was racing, pounding hard against his chest. Just as he placed both hands onto his temples, breathing slowly in and out while cum oozed and dripped off his softening cock a soft rap came on the door.

"Excuse me? The store is closing, can I help you with anything?" The snap of gum reminded him who it was. He winced and doubled over to grab for the top of his jeans, yanking them over his cock hard enough to smack it up into his belly with a painful thud before he stuffed it into the front, barely missed it with the zipper and tugged down his shift.

"No-I'mfine-Thankyou-Goodnight" He gushed while he burst out of the door and raced towards the doors, moving so quickly the door of the dressing room hovered and then began to swing open as he passed across the threshold of the store and headed towards home.

The employee was left standing before the scene he left behind. Cum painted the bench and was smeared over the top in a layer like a badly frosted cake while it streaked across the mirror as if drawn on with pen and the oozed down the surface of the wall in globs that glittered almost like Christmas bulbs beneath the bright lights. She blinked, popped her gum, and shook her head slowly.

"Man, what a sicko. He was jacking off to those sweet old ladies..." She glanced over her shoulder to the lizard anthro who was hurrying past her, pulling on her coat with a content smile. "It's like he just couldn't help himself..."

The lizard smirked, looking at her feet for a moment. "Yeah, poor kid just couldn't say no."