FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

That Dastardly Device 2: Dirty Deeds

By FJE http://www.furaffinity.net/user/emerson/

1/29/09

"Did we get anything good?"

"Bill, bill, bill, we won a million dollars, and a package for you."

Emerson looked up from his meal. The fox looked at the package that Kerra held; he wasn't expecting anything. It was a plain brown box, sealed with cheap packing tape and sporting no markings aside from the shipping label. He frowned.

"It says it's from a Jessica Moyers. Girlfriend of yours?" Kerra said, and grinned. The vixen placed the package on the table in front of Emerson, and pushed her spectacles up on her muzzle. The tod smiled back and resumed eating.

"Please. I can't even handle you, never mind another girl," he chuckled. "She comes to the gym. Dennis teaches her kickboxing. She flirts with all the guys there."

Kerra kissed Emerson between his ears on her way to the kitchen. "Good. I'd hate to have to castrate you."

Emerson poked at his salad with his fork while he eyed the plain brown package sitting in front of him. He couldn't imagine why the rabbit had sent him anything...in fact, he wasn't sure how she'd acquired his address.

Jessica had joined his gym about six months prior. She was a bean counter somewhere, and she'd taken an interest in martial arts as a getaway from the doldrum of office work. There was plenty to learn at Emerson's Gym; he had an instructor for just about every popular discipline.

The rabbit had showed a definite interest in striking, and a distaste for any of the grappling disciplines. He suspected that she was shy about rolling around on the ground with guys, or even other girls. So, he suggested kickboxing, and she had taken to it quickly.

Once she became comfortable with the gym and the staff, Jessica quickly became one of the biggest flirts there. She had made several passes at the fox, but he laughed it off and sent her back to her class.

Yet, it had never come off as anything more than harmless flirting. Why would she be sending him a package?

The fox laid his fork down and reached out for the box. He started to slide it towards himself when Kerra walked by, a plate in her paws.

"Show starts in five, babe." She said.

Emerson quickly gathered his plate up and went to join the vixen on the couch. The box was forgotten.

* * *

The two foxes ate their dinner and watched their television shows, cuddled together close all the while. They teased each other, as they often did, with Emerson occasionally stealing a squeeze of his girl's rear, and Kerra making sure she brushed her paws scandalously over his jeans when she got up to put the plates away. It was playful affection, and nothing usually came from it right away.

The night wore on though, and soon they found themselves yawning. Emerson nudged Kerra up off the couch, and then smacked her ass as she stretched.

"Hey!" She laughed, rubbing her rear. "You break it, you bought it!"

Emerson grinned. "Too late. Bought it years ago. Come on. I'm going to bed."

The vixen nodded, and they both made their way into the bedroom of their small apartment. It wasn't much, but they had made it home. Kerra slipped into her nightgown, and Emerson stripped down to his boxers. Kerra watched as he did so, and he smiled; he always got a thrill when his vixen watched him, or admired his body. It was a guilty pleasure he quietly harbored.

While Kerra turned the bed down, Emerson strolled out to the kitchen to get a glass of water. It wasn't until he passed the kitchen table a second time that something caught his eye.

The brown package - which he had totally forgotten - was open, and there were packing peanuts scattered about.

"Babe? Did you open my package?"

"Not yet, but get your butt in here and I will," Kerra giggled, poking her head out of the bedroom door. When Emerson didn't respond, she stepped out to join him. He was standing by the table, looking perplexed. His package was torn open, and the contents spilled out.

"Oh, Emmy...couldn't you open that a little neater?"

"I didn't. It was open when I came out here. That's why I asked you about it!"

Kerra looked perplexed. "Me? I don't open your stuff, hon. So...someone mailed you a box of Styrofoam? And it opened itself?"

Emerson followed a trail of peanuts down under the table. It was then that he noticed that the peanuts were literally scattered in a trail, as if they were falling off of something as it went across the floor. He got on his hands and knees and followed it, while Kerra watched in bafflement. The trail led to the couch.

The fox pressed his cheek to the carpet and peered under the couch. He couldn't see anything but dust and a penny. Then...something moved. He froze, and suddenly that something pointed a glowing red light at him.

"Shit!" He exclaimed, scrambling to his feet. Kerra jumped back, ready to leap onto the highest piece of furniture she could if anything horrible scrambled out.

"What! What is it?"

"I have no fucking clue! Get me a...uh...blunt object! Or something!"

Kerra was about to run for the bedroom when something poked out from under the couch. Both foxes stopped and stared. The object was not very big, but it was made of smooth, shining metal. It was about the shape and size of a computer mouse, and a red light glowed atop it. Six spindly mechanical legs sprouted out of the side like spider legs, carrying the device out from under the couch. It beeped in a melodic manner at the foxes. The foxes, in turn, gawked.

"That makes perfect sense," Emerson said, staring at the device. Kerra poked him.

"Well, get it!"

Emerson gave Kerra a look. "Yeah, of course. Because it's probably harmless, right?" He rubbed his paws together and slowly approached the device, leaning down to grab it.

The moment the fox's paws reached out, the device skittered back under the couch. Emerson heard it skitter out the other side and he leapt over the couch, trying to catch it. The device bolted across the floor and under their coffee table, zooming around towards the kitchen table.

Kerra laughed and leapt up on a chair as the device zipped past her hindpaws, heading for the bedroom. Emerson scrambled back over the couch, brushing his bangs out of his eyes as he chased after the device.

"Come on, babe! Help me here! And close the door behind you so it can't get out!"

Kerra giggled and nodded, running behind the tod. She closed the bedroom door behind her watching as Emerson laid on his belly and peered under the bed.

"I see you, you little punk. Get out here so I can donate you to recycling." He swept an arm under the bed, and the device skittered out the other side.

The device headed right back for the bedroom door, but found it closed, with Kerra standing in front of it. The device backed up, almost looking as if it were pondering it's options. As it did, Emerson got behind it, trapping it between vixen and tod.

Emerson grinned. "Gottcha'," he said. "Move in slow, Kerra...you watch the left, I'll watch the right."

Both foxes moved in, leaning down to get closer to the device. It beeped again, tapping it's legs nervously for a moment. Then, as if it was waiting for the right moment, it flashed it's red light once. The flash from the light was like a flare, blinding both foxes. They leapt back and rubbed at their eyes, but there was nothing but white hot light.

The last thing either of them felt was a sharp buzz at the base of their spines.

* * *

When Kerra came to her senses, the first thing she noticed was that she couldn't panic. Not that she wasn't, but that she couldn't. Her body wouldn't obey her at all. Her heart beat fast, but other than that she felt as if she was trapped in her own frame.

The second thing she noticed was that she was kneeling on the bedroom floor, with her paws between her knees and her nightgown still on. Emerson was still there in front of her, but he was kneeling as well. She found that her eyes still obeyed her, and she looked at him. He returned her gaze, and from it she gathered he was in the same predicament, and just as nervous about it. There was something else there, though.

Her eyes looked down, and she saw that the fox's boxers were tented out lewdly. He was obviously sporting an erection, and the instant she saw it she found herself getting wet and hot. Not that that was an unusual reaction for her when she saw her mate's arousal, but this was VERY fast, and very potent. The wanted desperately to touch him.

Then, much to her surprise, the fox reached up and grabbed his boxers in both paws. She wanted to ask why he could move and why he wasn't helping her, but she quickly realized he wasn't controlling his actions. He tugged at his boxers until they tore, letting his thick erection bounce free. Kerra wanted it so badly she thought she might cry.

Stuck as she was, all she could do was look over her lover's body. He was well-built, and his frame was nice and lean and solid thanks to his work. He was well-hung for a fox too, and she'd always loved to see him naked. That was her guilty pleasure; she often fantasized about him naked, subjecting her to delicious torments...or, when she was feeling very naughty, she dreamt of him naked, being subjected to torments.

As her tod fox began to move, leaning back on both of his paws with his chest arched and hips thrust out, she whimpered. Kerra wasn't quite sure what was about to happen, but she had a feeling it was going to make her hot. First, he gave a little grunt, and then his eyes widened. It seemed he had a little more control over his body than she did, but not much. After the expression of surprise settled onto his face, the tod let out a louder grunt and bucked his hips forward. His back arched and his head rolled back, and then he moaned out.

Kerra wanted to moan with him, but couldn't. What was happening to her tod? Something was getting to him, but she couldn't tell what. Then, his hips started to jerk back and forth, as if he were humping at the air. Silly fox, she thought. Just get me away from whatever has me, and you can hump ME! Back and forth his hips went, harder and harder until his thick foxcock starting to bounce, slapping against his firm stomach. His balls swayed back and forth between his spread legs like a pendulum, taunting her with every swing. His chest expanded as he began to pant, mixing his ragged breaths with moans of pleasure.

Suddenly, Kerra realized what was happening or at least what appeared to be happening. Something was fucking her stud fox's tight ass! Without warning, Kerra's lips obeyed her and she moaned out with the tod fox.

The unexpected return of her voice prompted the vixen to try to move, to get at her fox's prone body, but she still didn't seem to have that degree of control. In fact, she couldn't seem to even vocalize words yet, just whimpered moans. The experience was slowly breaking her, making her feel as if she was drowning in a sea of need, with a lifeboat just above the surface. So close, yet so far.

It was then that the vixen felt something stir between her thighs, under her gown. She shuddered and groaned as her attention was torn between the throbbing, bouncing cock in front of her and the delicious sensations building in her pussy. It started as a tingle in her sex, but then her folds started to dampen and grow puffy, and then her clit became engorged. Before she could even process those small sensations, her muscles seemed to rebel and tighten, clenching up and pulling back. She moaned out in pleasure as her entire pussy started to squeeze and release, as if she had a huge cock in her. There was nothing there, but it felt like she was being fucked by a stallion! In fact, even her thighs started to flex, bouncing her up and down like she was riding a well-hung stud. Her breasts bounced under her nightgown until the straps of it slipped down her shoulders, leaving little of the gown to cover her heaving cleavage.

Emerson, meanwhile, was shaking his head and groaning out in passion. Something was fucking his ass hard and deep, he was sure of it. He could feel it spreading his cheeks and stuffing its way under his tail, pis toning in and out of his body with hard strokes against his prostate on each inward thrust. Yet, there was no force behind it. True, his hips were bouncing back and forth as if strong hips were slapping against his buttocks, but that was because his legs already quite sore were doing the work for him. Each time his cock slapped off his belly, precum was flung up onto his chest, and his balls and erection ached with more and more need.

Life only became MORE complicated when he saw his sexy, seductive vixen start to move. He wasn't sure if he was being told to imagine it, or if he was just that lewd, but it looked like she was getting fucked by an invisible cock. The way she bounced, the way her breasts heaved, the way her face twisted in passion...oh, it was delicious, and he was quite familiar with it. He had fucked her into that state many times on his own.

So the two foxes bounced and rutted into the air, each fucked by invisible forces. With no ability to move their bodies beyond what they seemed to do all on their own, they found themselves with no choice but to watch each other take it hard, fast, and deep. Neither truly minded; Kerra could only imagine a thick-cocked wolf fucking her tod right before her eyes, and Emerson could only picture himself grinding his hips up between Kerra's spread legs.

Each fox was bounced and fucked for what seemed like hours. Though they each came close to climax on several occasions, it always seemed like their bodies would cool down just before release was achieved. Over and over they were brought achingly close to orgasm and then denied, to the point that were either fox able to talk they would have been begging for mercy.

Finally, however, their moment arrived. Emerson was the first to pop. Kerra watched with wide eyes as his back arched harder and his hips thrust out, and the tod's fat cock started to twitch and spurt. It slapped off his belly as cum erupted from the tip, spraying all over his belly and chest, and flicking through the air onto her bouncing breasts and soft features. She had seen him cum many times before, but never had she had such a moment, where there was nothing to do but watch. His body looked delicious arched in ecstasy, cum glistening in the air.

Kerra only had a few agonizing moments to watch her tod blow his load before she felt her pussy start to spasm. She let out a hot gasp as she came, clenching down on thin air with her slick, dripping vixen cunt while her own hips bucked and rolled downwards. Her generous breasts by now having bounced free of her gown heaved in the air, bobbing up and down as she sucked in short little breaths and shuddered through her orgasm.

The vixen and the tod came hard, and came long. By the time each had been brought back down from their highs, they were glassy-eyed and panting, looking at each other with lust and exhaustion. Neither seemed aware that sometime during their orgasm they had regained control of their bodies. Even as they both slumped forward, first falling to all fours, and then collapsing to their belling, the foxes didn't understand that they were, for the moment free. Instead they laid on the floor next to each other, panting hard while their tails wagged hard over their bare bottoms. A small metal oval was nestled into their fur at the smalls of their backs, blinking steadily.

* * *

Two days later, a tall, slender dragoness slipped quietly into her lab at the local university where she'd been employed. Under her arm was the days mail, including a small package she'd received from her two closest friends. There was a slight smile on her face; she loved surprise packages.

Setta placed the package down on her desk and reached into a drawer to retrieve a razor. A few slices later the box was open, and she was pulling an odd looking metal oval out. A red light blinked on it.

"Now, what are you?" She wondered aloud, looking the device over.

A sudden noise in the hall caught her attention. Setta quickly stuffed the odd device into a pocket of her labcoat, and hurried out to see what the noise was. She never felt the device stir in her pocket.

''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

Story is 2009 F.J. Emerson

All characters are 2009 F.J. Emerson EXCEPT Kerra and Setta, both their respective players

Dastardly Devices are F.J. Emerson too, and they STILL aren't for sale. So don't ask. You can't have one. Go masturbate like a normal deviant. You don't need a machine to make you do it. What's wrong with you?