FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The fires were out, but smoke and ozone tainted the ship's air comingled with the stench of blood and burnt fur. Sladky was precariously balanced on the waking side of consciousness. How much longer she would remain alert was unknown. Medical readouts integrated into her flight chair indicated her vital signs were borderline. Examining her body, she was dismayed to see her beautiful striped green fur burned away in many places. The skin underneath was seared and gruesomely discolored ranging from shades of angry red to crispy black. Where her fur was not burned, it was stained with blood. It would take hundreds of hours of robosurgery and boigel tank rehabilitation to make her whole and hale again. She was grateful for the pain blocking drugs that her flight chair was injecting into her bloodstream.

There were four others left alive in similar condition - all unconscious. It was up to her to take action and alter the ship's automated programming, if necessary, before the ship took over its highest priority task of saving their lives by treating their injuries and putting them into cryosleep until help arrived. The few functional medibots were already working to stabilize the others for transport to the infirmary, a part of the ship that was mercifully intact. The rest of the craft was a ruin.

The bots would soon come for her. As quickly as she could, she strived to diagnose the disaster and establish their location - a critical task for which she had been trained to ensure help arrived in time. It took all of her concentration to try to suppress the knowledge that only five of the original crew of over two hundred survived. Their loss was a vast tragedy that threatened to make her quit in despair, but the fate of the survivors might be the same if she didn't help get them rescued. Too few were left to form an independent support community to ensure survival. Hibernation was their only hope. They must sleep until help arrived, so summoning help was her first priority.

The navigation readings were delayed. Why? Had the system been damaged in the accident? No. The nav system was functioning normally; it was just taking longer than she had ever seen it require obtaining a position; it was using an astounding amount of computational resources. As she scrutinized the data it was producing, despair began to overwhelm her. There would be no survivors. The stellar implosion that had nearly destroyed their ship had somehow catapulted them far across the galaxy. The exact position wasn't yet known, but it didn't matter. None of her kind could reach her or the other four survivors in time. There were no faster than light communication relays in this part of the galaxy to deliver a timely message to the edge of Obcy inhabited space. It would take hundreds of years for a signal to reach home at the speed of radio waves. To then construct enough gravity jump windows to forge a path this far out would take hundreds more. The survivors might live for half of that time in hibernation but no more.

Sladky's vision was narrowing; the precipice at the edge of consciousness loomed before her. The nav system finished identifying their location - the outer reaches of an unexplored planetary system far from home. With the precise location identified, the ship automatically began to send a high-energy distress signal in a tight beam towards Obcy space. There was nothing more for her to do; there was nothing she could do. Let the automatic systems take over. They would all die in their sleep. It was better than dying from loneliness.

Mlungisi Khawula watched his three human companions with a sense of unease and foreboding. The Obcy had been excluded from this meeting, a situation that distressed the furry, green aliens enormously. Their suffering was intruding into Mlungisi's human mind like a muddy creek pouring into a clear river, contorting his normally calm emotions into swirling eddies of agitation and anger. His right leg was spasming up and down involuntarily. It was a stress induced mannerism that had been with him since he was a small child. His teachers in the African village where he was raised accused him of being possessed. He had learned to ignore their derision and his own compulsive action. The criticality of this meeting, though, could not be ignored nor could the obvious conclusion that it would end badly. The mission was failing before it had started. That was obvious.

"I can't last a year trapped in this ship with those creepy little fur balls." Derrick Sun was stressed and upset. He clenched his hands into fists and pounded them on the ceramic tabletop as he spoke. Mlungisi wasn't the only one agitated by the discordant telepathic signals from the aliens. "Their presence in my mind all the time begging for attention is like...God! I don't even know what it is like. There is nothing like this shit, man." The Chinese-American sat back with his arms folded across his chest and glared at the others, seemingly daring anyone to contradict him.

"You are a stinking bigot. That's your problem, Sun." Already flushed, Sun's face went two shades darker as soon as Wynda opened her mouth. Unusual for an empath, she was confrontational and said exactly what she thought without regard for the feelings of others.

Mlungisi didn't think Wynda Darrow was helping the situation with her characteristically blunt and inconsiderate mode of communication. The red haired Scot was completely oblivious to the effect her words had on others. Mlungisi was grateful that she was a supporter of the mission, but her version of support was not always helpful. He had tried talking to her about it months ago when they first met at their arrival briefing here at Kepler Station in orbit around Neptune. He meant it as a mentoring session, but she interpreted his friendliness as a come on line and tried to drag him to her quarters for sex. He had barely escaped.

Before Derick could reply to the redhead's incendiary comment, Raisa Berg, the blonde Norwegian woman jumped in on Derrick's side. "If he doesn't go, there is no one to take his place. There have to be at least four of us, and I am not so thrilled about this assignment either, which leaves only two. There is no way that's gonna work. I was on the verge of making some really big money before the local authorities dragged me back here." Everyone groaned knowing exactly where she was going with this. There was no stopping her once she embarked on her favorite rant.

"Now I'm gonna lose it all. I say we use Sun's problem as leverage and make Earth pay through the nose for this favor we are doing them. This whole situation is clearly important to Earth or they wouldn't have attempted such draconian measures to round us up. Someone is gonna loosen up the purse strings to make sure it comes off, if that's what it takes to buy our compliance. We are the only suitable candidates within ten AUs; that's bargaining power. I say we hold out as long as we can, and when they come begging, we make our own terms." Satisfied that her argument was unassailable, he sat back in her chair and threw her booted feet up on the table showing off a generous portion of well-toned calves and thighs beneath her short skirt.

That particular harangue was not unexpected. Mlungisi, and the others, knew where Ms. Berg stood on any topic. It was simple - money. She had been poking around for more than ten years out here in the dark where the sun is just the brightest star in the black void. Everyone who knew her or made the mistake of sitting next to her in a bar heard the same tale. She was always on the verge of finding the mother lode of Tanukite and heading back to Earth a wealthy woman. That may have happened once or twice out here in the early days of the mining boom, but now Tanukite mining was like any other job. The big corporations controlled nearly everything, and you worked hard, got by and saved what you could so some day you didn't have to risk your life in this emptiness anymore.

"Are the aliens creepy?" asked the blonde. "Maybe, but that isn't the point; money is. I'd make love to the little buggers for enough money. Wouldn't you , Sun?"

"That isn't funny, Berg." Derrick was not grateful for Raisa's support nor her unwelcome comment about interspecies sex. "Adequate compensation is our right, but Earth authority has offered nothing in return for forcing us into this situation and likely never will. And, Red, I am not a bigot. I have nothing personal against the Obcy. In any other situation I would say they are adorable with their long, furry bodies and stumpy arms and legs. They look like humanized ferrets with kitten faces and big green eyes. Who couldn't love that? But none of you can understand what it is like to have survived been poked and prodded mentally during the psychic scare of the 60s. When the furries try to link with me, I have flashbacks and relive those days as if the nightmare is happening all over again. No compensation can make up for what they did to me then or what they are doing to me now." His hands began to tremble as he spoke, and he clenched his eyes shut.

Sun was the oldest of the four. He had been an adolescent when latent telepathic powers were proven to exist in a small percentage of humans in the early 2060s. Raisa had been an infant; Mlungisi and Wynda had not even been born. Public ignorance of the true nature of these abilities and irrational fears of having their thoughts stolen by others led to policies of oppression, forced incarceration and experimentation that bordered on torture. For some telepaths it had been torture. A few governments wanted to control and weaponize these abilities. Evidence soon mounted indicating these powers were unconscious and beyond the control of the people who had them. Further, they were so weak as to be of no danger to anyone. Especially embarrassing to those who created and enforced the tyrannical incarceration of telepaths was the discovery that their power was actually a benefit to the non telepathic population. It made many of those with the ability especially strong empaths who were good at counseling and comforting others. Though, by then it was too late for people who had been emotionally damaged like Sun. He retreated from his own kind to this distant outpost to keep far away from authority and potential oppression.

Even after apologies and restitution were given to those damaged in the pogrom, it was still felt necessary to test and categorize all of humanity and record who had these abilities, just in case. That was why Mlungisi, Wynda, Raisa and Derrick were here. All were on record as having the 'empathic touch' or ET as many called it now. An ability each of the four present had felt was a mostly useless novelty until the Obcy were discovered.

Ironically, it was a telepath, Mlungisi, who had made the discovery of the aliens. While, prospecting far from the traditional sources of Tanukite in the local Neptunian system, he found the derelict spaceship. There was no logic for why he had been scouring that sector. No surveys indicated any possibility of finding stray moonlets or asteroids with ore deposits there. Some instinct drove him there against rational thought. At first Mlungisi told everyone that even in their hibernation, he and the Obcy had made an empathic connection. Derision was heaped upon this notion by the authorities, so he shrugged and kept that thought to himself and enjoyed the public attention brought on by being the first person to make contact with the aliens, ensuring his place forever in the annals of history. It was a short-lived fame as the few scientists stationed here at the remote edge of the solar system took over the spotlight by undertaking the nerve wracking and daunting task of reviving the aliens. It was a challenge to unravel the secrets of their hibernation technology, but they succeeded, saving all of the sleeping Obcy.

Mlungisi made some money giving interviews but soon was back out in his mining pod prospecting again. The bills had to be paid, and he had to eat. He wasn't out long before he was recalled to Kepler Station. A reason for the recall wasn't given. Hoping it involved the aliens, he happily returned even though he was losing money for every day he wasn't mining. His three companions were also given the recall and each one refused for an identical reason, money. Unfortunately for them, they leased all of their equipment from the Sampath Mining Corporation, which maintained pilot overides in all of their equipment, allowing the recall to be enforced.

The motive for the recall was revealed to them as a group when they were placed in a room with the aliens to experience firsthand the strength of real telepaths. For Mlungisi and Wynda it was an epiphany and a joy to have these new friends who could communicate with them telepathically. It was like finally being taught to run after only walking for one's whole life. Raisa was nonplussed. Her first and only concern was how she would be reimbursed for her lost income. Sun instantly recoiled from the Obcy, demanding that they stop scratching at the door to his mind. The aliens were removed, and the humans were counseled by the local authorities as to the importance of this mission.

The Obcy, it turned out, were an extremely social and communal species with well-developed telepathic abilities. Though that seemed at first glance to be a major evolutionary advantage over Homo sapiens, the green furries paid a price for their abilities; they were psychologically evolved to be dependent upon each other to the point where they could not thrive unless they were around large numbers of their own kind. They died when alone for extended periods of time. The minimum number of Obcy required for long term survival was nine. With only five having survived the accident, they were doomed to die an agonizing and lonely death unless some proxy for their own kind could be found.

It was the Obcy who found the solution that left the best humans minds stumped. While touring the station, they stumbled upon their first registered human telepath, Alex Stone, who had a reaction similar to Sun's to their spontaneous telepathic contact. Stone was older than Sun and also remembered and had suffered from the abuse of the telepath hysteria of the 60s. He was ordered to stay at Kepler Station while the database was combed to find the only other four telepaths in the local Neptunian system. No one anticipated he would flee, so Stone escaped easily and flew his mining ship towards Saturn. By the time it was discovered he had left, there was no way to chase after him and bring him back in time to save the aliens. The recall didn't work, since he owned his own equipment, and had long since disabled any such automated controls. He was a cantankerous old man and didn't care about fail safes and emergency rescue programs.

When the remaining four telepaths were brought on station, they were instantly placed under guard so there would be no more escapes. Once the human telepaths and aliens were introduced, the Obcy's leader, Pritel, was thrilled, expressing both the human's suitability as Obcy surrogates and his people's gratitude for their continued survival. The green furred aliens pledged to teach all of humanity as much of their technology as they could in return for the presence of the four human companions and assistance with building a series of jump windows to one day take their descendants home.

Humanity was poised to leap ahead technologically by hundreds of years in the single greatest innovative leap in all of history. Earth government assigned the highest priority to keeping the aliens alive and bringing them safely to Earth to share their knowledge. Civil and property rights were not going to stand in the way of this critical opportunity. Though primitive by Obcy standards, a ship named The Gazelle had recently arrived at Neptune equipped with the latest ion powered engines. The Gazelle was commandeered to transport the five aliens and four human telepaths to Earth as quickly as possible. Despite the new technology transport, the trip could still not be made in under a year. The Obcy's derelict ship, a priceless artifact, would follow, being towed by a more common solar sail propulsion drive system that would take over two years to complete the transit.

Thus, Mlingisi, Wynda, Raisa and Sun were confined to the Gazelle to acclimate with the aliens so that they could become their surrogate brothers and sisters for the next year. This was not a volunteer mission; certain clauses in their mining contracts were exploited to lend a veneer of legality to their forced abduction. Of course, the old saying "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink" is true. How can you force someone to provide the love and companionship that the Obcy needed? It wasn't enough that the human empaths be present during this journey. It was essential that they interact with and become as much like the Obcy as they could. Sun's reticence to commune with the aliens was jeopardizing this extraordinary opportunity. No amount of cajoling, counseling or threatening had yet changed his mind.

"There's no backing out, Sun," said Wynda with her continued blunt, social ineptness. "You're going to Earth with our furry, green friends no matter what. They know the aliens are dying as we speak, and precious knowledge will be lost when they do. Earth Government will seal the hatch, launch us and hope for the best."

"But that is the point, Wynda." Raisa tried to make her case for extortion one more time. "The aliens said they won't last a month without us. You can't get to another telepath in a month from here unless old Stone is convinced to turn around, but he won't even answer the radio. I bet for a few billion credits, even Sun would cuddle with the little fur balls."

"I don't yield to tyrants, and I don't want money!" For a moment, it seemed as if Sun was about to cry. In a quiet and slightly choked voice he mumbled, "I want to be on that ship with Alex Stone, far from here."

Each having said their piece, the three other humans turned as one to await Mlungisi's input. Continued discussion was futile, in his opinion. Speeches and arguments were not going to change anyone's mind. Only action would. "My father once related the following African saying to me that I think is applicable: 'Tell me, I may listen. Teach me, I may remember. Involve me, I will do it'."

"Hey!" protested Sun. "That's a Chinese proverb."

The African shrugged his shoulders. "Probably true. My father was very well read. The point is that we are involved now. We have been told by the government why we should do this. The aliens have taught us a small bit of what is possible. Now, our freedom has been curtailed, so we must do it."

"I haven't given up on my freedom yet. My parents have contacted the Telepath Defense League. We are an oppressed minority. Public opinion will come in on my side...our side."

Mlungisi rose and stood next to the table. "It is pointless to talk any more. Words will not resolve this crisis. We will know in four hours. If the engines turn on as promised by station authorities, what will you do then? Will you continue to hold back and let the aliens die on the long journey to Earth? You will be deeply involved at that time, my friend. Think on it."

Sun said nothing and stared at the table. Berg shook her head causing her long braided pony tail to swish back and forth. Wynda rose and stood next to the African, still on his side to work with the aliens. It was two agaimast two. "I'm with you Mlungisi. I am here of my own free will. The only real prisoners here are self-incarcerated."

With nothing left to say, Mlungisi, turned and walked to his cabin. It wasn't until he was opening the door that he realized the abrasive redhead was following right behind him. "What do you want, Wynda?"

"You, of course." Her bluntness was astounding and a bit intimidating. "What else have you got to do for the next four hours? May I come in?"

He almost said "No," but something about the failure to resolve the conflict with his fellow telepaths combined with the tickling loneliness being projected by the Obcy into his subconscious heightened his need for companionship. It had been months since he had been intimate with anyone. Mining was a lonely job. At that moment, even this rude and arrogant woman was appealing.

He stepped inside his cabin while holding the door and made an enter gesture with his free hand. Wynda smiled and strode in without any hesitation. Ever forthright and no-nonsense, she began to remove her clothes before she reached the bed. Mlungisi wondered if there would be any foreplay at all.

His worry was misplaced. Though she had the personality of a block of indestructible granite when in public, in private she was all passion and affection. It was like making love to a different person. As if propelled by forces beyond their own control, they raced to see who could remove their clothes the fastest. Mlungisi was astounded how quickly he found himself wanting to make love to her. Not ten minutes earlier, he was cursing her rude and brusque manner that was so unhelpful in their meeting. Now, she seemed to be the most desirable member of the opposite sex he had ever met. His erection was standing out long, hard and proud as proof. She must have felt the same way because her pink nipples were hard as rocks and her pubic hair was slick with her juices. Mlungisi found it incredibly erotic that her pubic hair was as red as the hair on her head.

There was brief moment of pause as they both took the measure of the other's body. It was Wynda who acted first by throwing the African on the bed and climbing on top so she could plant her pussy in his face as she took his shaft in her mouth. Like a living Yin Yang symbol, her nearly translucent white skin contrasted starkly with his ebony pigment. As his tongue parted the warm and slick folds of her labia, she took him deep into the back of her mouth past the point where most people would gag, until her nose was against his balls. She repeated that motion over and over until his balls ached with the need to release their load. As she pleasured him, he thumbed her clit and explored her inner secrets with his tongue as she ground her pubis against his chin.

It was in this position, just moments away from simultaneous climax, that they unexpectedly found themselves surrounded by the five Obcy. How the aliens managed to get into Mlungisi's quarters was a mystery. The furies had been locked away in another part of the ship until the human's crisis could be resolved. Though not an exhibitionist, Mlungisi found himself quite comfortable with their presence. Oddly, having them there intensified the sexual experience enormously while simultaneously extending the onset of his orgasm. Neither he nor his redheaded lover paused in their lovemaking as the furry aliens encircled the two humans while removing their own extraterrestrial garments.

Both humans were astounded to discover that the aliens were hermaphrodites with both male and female genitalia. Each alien had until now professed being of one sex or the other. The leader, Pritel with his leopard-like spots, introduced himself as male. Sladky, the tiger striped one, was female as were Milis and Pisica, who both had more tabby cat like markings. Kocka was the tallest of the five at nearly five and a half feet and sported striped fur like Sladky's. All five of the aliens became sexually aroused at the same time; their jet-black cocks growing out of their furry green sheaths. Waves of sexual stimuli surged through the human's nervous systems at a level of intensity that was nearly overwhelming. It was as if each person present was experiencing the combined sexual desire of every other sentient being in the room.

No words were spoken. None were needed. Though conscious thoughts were not exchanged, emotions and physical sensation were readily shared by the strongly telepathic aliens to the mildly telepathic humans. Mlungisi could not tell what the aliens received from him in return, but it must have been useful to them, because all of the negative psychic energy that he had felt during the failed meeting with his fellow humans was gone. Only pleasure and joy remained in its place, though, there was an undercurrent of missing desire and longing for something that wasn't there. Mlungisi's telepathic abilities were too under developed to intuit what was lacking.

As if controlled by a single mind, the two humans disengaged from their game of oral pleasure as the Obcy climbed onto the bed with them. Mlungisi and Wynda moved onto their hands and knees, side by side, but facing in opposite directions. Milis climbed underneath Mlungisi and lay on her back, raising her hips until the head of his cock slid into the cleft between her furry, green thighs. Mlungisi gasped at the tight, warm and muscular embrace that seemed to draw him down into her. It felt far more pleasurable than he thought anything could. He heard Wynda gasp at the same time, and it wasn't from any external stimulation. Kocka was still positioning himself underneath the redheaded Scot while Pritel was moving up behind her; neither and had touched her yet. The African wondered if she had sensed his pleasure. His question was answered when the two alien males entered her simultaneously, Kocka in the front door and Pritel in the back. Mlungisi felt the shock waves of ecstasy that Wynda experienced as if he were she.

Neither anal sex nor oral with another male had ever appealed to him before, but the communal sensations that he received through the Obcy overrode his normal passions and preferences, and he let himself be mounted by Sladky as Pisica placed her dick in front of his face and he eagerly took it into his mouth. The rapturous sensations increased as the Obcy shared their emotional response to the orgy. Mlungisi and Wynda both began to cry in ecstasy from the raw and unobstructed tsunami of sensation. Theit entire bodies buzzed with an electric thrill that was orders of magnitude beyond anything they had ever experienced. Every thrust, every taste, every touch of furry paws on bare flesh was duplicated, trebled and further magnified as it was experienced by all seven beings present; it circled through them over and over like a constantly growing feedback loop that took their libidos to previously unknown heights of pure bliss.

Yet, beneath this monumental sea of sensual carnality there was still a lingering impression of incompleteness. Each loop of the encircling sexual stimuli that ran through them had a short like a frayed wire in an electrical circuit, where current - in this case, sensation - was lost with each lap. Mlungisi found it nearly impossible to believe a sexual experience could be more profound than this, but sensed now that it could be even more than his imagination was capable of manufacturing if only something missing were found and added to the circle.

A call initiated by the Obcy went out from all of the seven on the bed. It was a hailing sent to the other two humans on board. Through the mental impressions passed to them by the aliens, Mlungisi and Wynda felt the contact with Raisa and Sun. Raisa did not resist. Instead, her curiosity brought her quickly to the cabin where the orgy was taking place. Leaving her clothes in a pile at the doorway, the statuesque blonde entered and joined them readily on the bed. On all fours, in front of the African and behind the Scot, the Norwegian woman was mounted by Pisica, who sat on Milis' snout. Raisa placed her own mouth against Pritel's exposed labia and licked the warm, exposed flesh.

The extra link in the human/Obcy chain strengthened the bond and heightened the phenomenon further, but it was still incomplete. The call grew stronger and louder until it became a keening for someone lost. Mlungisi was a helpless traveler caught up with the Obcy as they pleaded at the walls of Sun's telepathic psyche. It was not the assault of an army, but the plaintive cries of friends and pilgrims shut out of a place that holds someone dear to them.

The portcullis to the mental fortress that Sun had erected remained closed. No amount of plaintive pressure from the furs could slip through, nor would they force their way in. It was Wynda who stepped forward in this symbolic landscape and approached the gate. Mlungisi and Raisa immediately joined her. They were able and willing to bend the bars and step through. Continuing down an arched passageway with murder holes in the ceiling they worried that boiling oil and arrows would rain down on them from above, but the defender of this castle did not want to fight, desiring instead to be left alone to suffer in isolation. They wandered the halls and stairs until at last, in the highest tower, they found Sun gazing forlornly out a single window in a cell like room of this lofty turret.

Again, no words are spoken; they were supremely unnecessary here. The intent, if not the actual verbal expression, of each thought they had was instantly made apparent in all of their minds. The love and affection that the aliens offered was conveyed through the three human emissaries to the sole resisting human. The crisis was resolved so quickly it was uncanny, but how else could this have proceeded when all intent was laid bare and naked to the mind with no dissembling, obfuscation or ambiguity? Words and body language are an inferior means of communication when compared to the link that they now shared.

Sun entered the cabin and climbed naked onto the bed to complete the telepathic sexual circuit. When he took his place between Mlungisi and Wynda, the Obcy adjusted their positions so everyone was connected physically, sexually and mentally together in a circle. The experience ascended beyond all possible limits and exceeded the ability of language to describe it. Time itself became irrelevant for the participants as the rapture took them gradually to a group climax that seemed to last a gratifying eternity.

In the post coital, languid euphoria, with the smell of human and alien sweat, musk and cum filling the cabin, everyone was equally paralyzed from a psychic and physical exertion so complete; it was an effort to simply breathe. Raisa and Wynda were asleep as were the Obcy. Sun managed to lift a hand over his head to place it in the outstretched palm of Mlungisi's.

"Thank you, friend, for involving me. Not only can I do this, but I do it now of my own free will. To think what I might have thrown away not knowing the truth. All my previous life seems empty and without meaning now. I want to experience that over and over and never be separated from it."

"I think there will be plenty of opportunity during the next year." Mlungisi tried to laugh, but the muscles in his body would not respond, making it come out as a wheeze instead. "If every time we do this is this intense, we may not live to see the end of the journey."

He listened for Sun's response, but heard only his companion's soft snoring. He began to drift off to sleep with the others, but before he slipped into that ethereal realm of dreams, he felt the slight change in gravity as the ion engines engaged. A smile graced his face; the mission would succeed.