FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A quiet suburb baked in the July sun, most of the residents locked away safely behind closed doors, air conditioners running at full tilt to keep the intense temperatures at bay. Occasionally, a car would drive by and there were a few scattered sounds of children laughing from behind tall privacy fences at the houses lucky enough to have pools, but the street was largely empty and still. The only break in the deserted scene was a cat, carrying his sample case from door to door, trying to make a living in this miserable weather.

For the hundredth time that day, the blue cat knocked on a door. Most houses in this suburb had at least one resident home, but many weren't answering their doors to salesmen these days. He hoped, despite the odds against it, that he'd at least make a single sale today. Even a small sale would justify going home and trying again tomorrow at this point.

The door opened slightly, catching him off guard. A white cat peered at him suspiciously past the security chain. "Can I help you?"

He stuttered for a second, then launched into his spiel on instinct. "Actually, I'm here to help you. My name's Makuta, and I represent Aelurus At Home. If I could have just a few minutes of your time, I'd like to show you some exciting new products for home and personal care today."

"Thanks, but no. I don't let strangers in without my husband home. Have a nice day."

Before he could say another word, the door closed and he distinctly heard a deadbolt turning. "You too!" he called, trying to keep his voice cheerful. He'd been out here for hours, and not even a single taker. Oh, there'd been that one old lady he seemed to meet at least twice a week, the one that just wanted someone to talk to for a bit. As her type type of customer almost always did, however, she'd put him through his entire song and dance and then ushered him out the door with his card in hand and a promise that she'd "think about it."

Sagging, the cat walked down the path to the sidewalk, and turned to the next house, considering. If it was an old lady, he was just going to say, "sorry, wrong house;" he couldn't afford to waste another few hours, not with no sales and half the day gone. But if no-one answered, he was going to go to the diner he'd seen outside this neighborhood and at least get some lunch and a bit of AC.

He walked up this house's path, privately amused at the way all the houses in this suburb seemed to have identical landscaping, and steadied himself before knocking on the door. There was no response for a few seconds, and he started to turn away. A voice caught his ear, and he frowned and turned back focusing.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, one second!" a rich, feminine voice sounded from inside the house. He perked up, hoping for that rarest of customers, a successful retired woman. They always felt as though their discriminating taste and good eye for deals justified buying all sorts of things, even if it was flattery that cajoled them into it. He stood a little straighter and put on his most winning smile when he heard the sound of a bolt being slid back. The door opened wide, and he promptly lost his train of thought.

Standing before him was a short vixen, gray fur highlighted by a stunning red silk robe, revealing enough to get him excited, but just modest enough to be alluring rather than overtly sexual. Her long black hair was pinned up on one side, falling down her back and over the opposite shoulder in loose curls. She was slightly shorter than he was, and she looked up at him with a twinkle of mischief and desire in her eyes.

"Hello, young cat. What brings you to my door today?" she asked, whisky and smoke voice tinged with laughter.

"A-actually, I, uh, I'm here t-to help you," Makuta stuttered. He gulped, fighting to keep his eyes on hers and his smile in place. He took a deep breath and steadied his voice with an effort. "My name's Makuta, and I represent Aelurus At Home. If I could have just a few minutes of your time, I'd like to show you some exciting new products for home and personal care today."

She chuckled and toyed with the hem of her robe artlessly, drawing his eyes to her legs for a few guilty moments. His gaze snapped back up, a flush starting under his blue fur. She cocked an eyebrow, and he realized she'd tricked him into admiring her legs on purpose.

"Well, I'd certainly love to have your help," she murmured suggestively. "And I love to have a little excitement in my day. Why don't you come in, and you can show me what you have in the way of...personal care?"

He licked his lips and nodded eagerly. As he started to step into the house, she placed and hand on his chest. "I just hope it's very personal."

He shivered. Makuta wasn't sure if she was just flirting, or if she genuinely wanted to live out a salesman fantasy, but either way, he was definitely interested in seeing where it went. She stepped aside to let him in, closing and locking the door behind him. He barely noticed that last detail, lost in the pleasure of watching her move as she stepped past him, hips swaying sensuously, tail lifted to give him tantalizing glimpses of her ass as the robe shifted in time with her steps.

He followed her into the kitchen and she waved at the kitchen table. "Have a seat, please." She walked around to stand next to a chair across from him. "My name is Sandra, by the way. Can I offer you a drink?"

Makuta nodded. He set his sample case on the table, and popped it open. "So what would you like to see first?"

She set a glass in front of him and he blinked at realizing it was wine. "Uhh, thanks."

She sat down next to him, thigh brushing against his, and he gulped. She gave him a broad smile, and nodded. "Well, I love to cook. Do you have anything like that?"

He smiled, happy to be back on ground he knew. He took a sip of the wine. "I have a variety of products for the kitchen that I'll be happy to show you."

He reached into the case and pulled out the five best selling products. "First, we have this wonderful device, the FlavorFull." He showed her the little cylinder, flicking a switch on the side that caused it to flower open. "You simply fill the device with whatever you want to stuff, say a chicken, or a roast with," he flicked the switch and it closed up. He pressed the plunger and the little paddle inside rose, "and then you simply eject the stuffing into the cavity."

She took it from him, toying with it, and he took another sip of wine. She smiled again, and rested her hand on his thigh. "Mmm. I like it. I think I can definitely use something like this. What else do you have?"

He blushed at her touch and took a gulp of wine to cover his embarrassment. He was starting to feel a little light headed. Makuta eyed her fingers stroking and toying with the FlavorFull and felt an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. He picked up a brush, and held it up. "T-this is the EasyCote brush." He turned it over to show her the hollow handle, demonstrated the sliding switch on the side that loaded marinades or oil onto the brush without the need to dip it.

She cooed over it and refilled his glass while he talked up a meat tenderizer that vibrated to soften the meat, saving the effort of pounding it and allowing a customer to tenderize without having to deal with sharp objects. As he talked, he realized he wasn't being very coherent, and stared at the wine for a long moment, trying to figure out when he'd become so susceptible to wine.

Sandra grinned at him, now openly kneading his thigh. "Are you feeling alright? I'm not sure I understood that."

The world spun around him and he closed his eyes. "Shury, jus feel a lil'...lil' shleepy..."

He woke up with a start, unsure of where he was. "Wha...what happened?"

Sandra leaned over him, and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead. "The special ingredient I added to your wine kicked in. I was starting to worry, I've never met anyone with a tolerance like yours."

He tried to sit up, and felt something around his neck prevent it. "Wha- am I tied up?"

"Well, of course, silly cat," Sandra held up the tenderizer. "And while I'm surprised you lasted so long, I was delighted to find you'd brought me such wonderful new toys."

Makuta was torn, trying to figure out if this was a kinky game or if he should be afraid. "T-toys?"

She grinned and reached down next to the counter. He heard a hum and yelped as his legs were lifted up. She laughed at his yelp. "Oh, now don't fret. We're going to have a lot of fun, little cat. Although this next part may be a bit startling."

He yelped again when she shoved something into his ass. His eyes widened, water filling him slowly, expanding his gut slightly. It was a touch uncomfortable, but the water was warm. "Why are you doing this?" he whispered, fearing that he knew the answer already.

She tapped his nose lightly. "Because I can't very well eat you if you're all messy inside."

"Wait, you can't-mmph!" She pressed an apple into his mouth, and he continued to protest in muffled tones, the apple rendering all his attempts to plead with her to stop into grunts and "mmph"s. His gut continued to expand with water as she reached over and picked up the EasyCote brush.

"Now, I think you've almost sold me on this wonderful little device," she said as she poured some kind of sauce into it, "but if you really want to make a sale, you're going to have to help me with a special demonstration."

He squirmed as she began to run the brush over his chest. A garlicky scent wafted up to his nose, blending with the taste of apple in his mouth. He wasn't sure if the rumble in his stomach was hunger at the appealing combination or the water continuing to pour into him. Sandra must have decided the latter, because she giggled. "Whoops! One moment, little cat."

She reached down and he felt the flow stop. She pulled the hose out of him and he grunted, a torrent of water shooting out of him. Sandra waited for it to stop, then reinserted the hose and started the water flowing again. "That was a good, deep cleanse. I think one more should do it!

She resumed basting him, and he began pushing against his bonds, trying to get free. He discovered that in addition to the collar holding his neck down, he was also tied down at the waist. His legs were obviously bound to some sort of winch, holding them straight up so that he couldn't get any leverage against the other ties. His hands were tied at his waist, and he opened and closed them helplessly as he writhed, the the brush reversing direction to go against the grain of the fur on his chest so that the marinade began coating his skin directly.

Sandra paused again long enough to switch off the flow of water and remove the hose. He groaned as another wave poured out of him, but the vixen just smiled and finished coating his chest and stomach in the tangy garlic sauce. The handle ran empty and she sighed and turned the brush over in her hands. "You know, this is a lovely little tool, but I don't think it's meant to handle fur. And I do so love to eat my prey whole. Besides," she said as she slipped out of her robes, "I enjoy my way better."

She plunged her hands into the bowl of marinade and began coating him with her hands, ruffling his fur to get the marinade under it. She chuckled. "So much nicer this way, don't you think? So much more...intimate."

He gasped when she stroked his sheath, sliding her fingers into it to touch and tease his cock. "Come out, come out, little morsel," Sandra whispered. Makuta's face grew heated as his cock answered her call against his will, rising out of his sheath. She stroked it, refreshing the marinade on her hands, and flavoring him even as she pleasured him. The vixen leaned down and lapped at the tip, causing Makuta to arch in pleasure. "Mmmm. You taste delicious, little cat."

Sandra picked up a length of string. The cat moaned as she tied off his cock, keeping it hard and pulsing as she started massaging his legs, rapidly coating his left leg in the sticky fluid. He laughed helplessly as she squeezed and tickled his footpads, before straightening up and licking her fingers. "Mmm...so delicious..." she stood up on her tiptoes and nibbled delicately at his left footpad, making him kick and giggle at the tickling feeling. "It's going to be hard not to just eat you up before I'm finished."

Makuta gulped at the reminder of why he was here, and briefly struggled to get loose again, hoping the slippery stuff would let him slide his hand free. Sandra's knots were impeccable, however, and he could only watch helplessly as she started in one his other side, cheerfully working the marinade into his arm. The smell of garlic was overpowering now as she finished with his arm and began working on his leg. He struggled more frantically now, but it was useless. She finished on his leg and he watched her fearfully, sure that she was going to eat him now.

"Oh, don't look at me that way." She tapped his nose again, this time her marinade covered finger filling it with the garlic scent so completely that he sneezed. Sandra laughed. "I'm not finished getting you ready yet. Although," she leaned down and licked his neck, sending a shudder through him. "I could set aside my culinary pursuits if you really want me to."

Makuta shook his head frantically, and she chuckled. "No, I suppose not. My dinners never want me to skip any step."

"Besides, I have to keep testing your products, little cat." Makuta stared at her with incomprehension as she picked up the FlavorFull. He mmph'ed frantically as she opened it and shoved it into a bowl. "Oh, stop. You;re the one that voted for continuing my preparations. And I certainly wouldn't want you to miss out on a first hand demonstration of how well your products work, hmm?"

He grunted as she pressed it into him, and forced the little nugget of stuffing deep inside him. She pulled it back out and sighed. "See, I really wanted to give this thing a fair trial, but I'm afraid that as exciting as it may be to use a purpose made stuffer on you...well, this is just another of your products that just isn't suited to my needs."

He squeaked as she pressed three fingers into him, scissoring them. "I just can't wait to eat you, little cat, and my way of stuffing my meals is so much faster than your little toy can."

Her slicked up fingers rapidly forced his hole wide, and she scooped up a handful of stuffing. She placed it at his hole, and pushed it into him. She did it again and again, and in a minute she had forced most of the bowl into him, pressing into his guts and making him moan and gasp at the pressure on his prostate. She grinned and slipped her fingers inside him again, poking and massaging the little knot of flesh. Makuta shuddered.

"See how much faster I can stuff you, little one? I'm almost finished. If I'd used your device, it would have taken so much longer, I might have been forced to eat you before I finished preparing you! And cookie dough is never as good as a cookie," she whispered, withdrawing her fingers to stuff another handful into him.

She finished stuffing him quickly, the last few handfuls sliding inside him easily. He craned his head to look down at himself, and whimpered. His gut protruded a little, a solid lump that spoke of the sheer amount stuffing that had been pushed into him. His fur was ruffled and oily, the normal dark blue deepened to navy by the slimy fluid. His cock stood up, darker than he was used to seeing from being trussed up for so long. She looked at him, giggling. "You know, this is normally where my preparations finish. But you did bring me one final toy, didn't you?"

He watched as Sandra picked up the vibration tenderizer. She switched it on and it hummed softly, belying the power it had. She pressed it against his right thigh and he bucked wildly in his restraints. The pulse throbbed through his leg, the entire muscle vibrating in time with it. He cried out, the sensation incredible, like a massage from the inside of his leg. When she moved on to his calf, his thigh went limp, twitching occasionally, but otherwise totally relaxed no matter how hard he tried to move it.

The vixen applied the tenderizer to his other calf and thigh, before sitting back to admire the results. She poked his right thigh repeatedly, and let out a peal of delighted laughter. "Oh, little sales cat, this toy more than makes up for the others. This is a treasure. I'll definitely take this, it'll be such a help with all my culinary needs."

He glared at her, not really in the mood to be played with, given the circumstances. She pouted at him, reaching out to run the tenderizer up his arm slowly, rendering the arm limp in its wake. "Now don't be like that. I told you I wanted the most personal care you could offer me," she said, as she switched to his other arm. "And what's more personal than being a nice dinner for one?"

She finished running the tool over him and he panted softly, muscles refusing to respond to his commands after the shockingly powerful little thing's ministrations. She pressed the button on the side of the counter again, and his legs slowly lowered back down. Sandra toyed with the knots holding his ankles together, thinking. With a suddenness that startled him, she grabbed a knife and slit the cord, freeing his legs.

Makuta immediately tried to roll off the table, only to twitch helplessly, his muscles too loose to do anything. Sandra whistled softly.

"Really, little cat, I can't thank you enough for this," she said, leaning down and holding the tenderizer where he could see it. "That cord is digestible, barely. But it always gives me the worst cramps when it comes time to...well, when it comes back out. This little gift of yours is going to be my new favorite toy."

She kissed him on the forehead, and stood up, licking her lips. "Mmm...but as grateful as I am...a girl's gotta eat! And after all the trouble I went to to prepare you...it'd be such a shame to waste you."

The vixen swiftly untied his hands and waist, reaching up to unbuckle his collar. He lay on the counter, freed, but helpless to save himself as she walked down to his feet and gathered them up. "It's been a pleasure...Makuta, did you say your name was? But frankly, I'm starving so, bon appetit to me!"

She shoved one of his feet into her mouth, and then crammed the other in next to it. Then she grabbed his knees and gave a tremendous swallow. He flopped around as he watched his feet stretch out her throat for a moment. She leaned down, drawing him into line with her body, and began simultaneously swallowing and pulling him in.

The blue cat inched down the counter into the vixen's throat, her mouth opening obscenely to accommodate first his knees, then his thighs. He stared at the maw engulfing him, and had to wonder if he tasted good after all the insane things she'd done to make a meal out of him. A soft moan from her as his feet entered her stomach answered his question, and he blushed at the lust in the sound. He'd hoped to hear her make those noises while he was buried in her, he just hadn't expected to be buried up to mid thigh in her throat!

Sandra reached up to slide her hands under his back, and he realized why she hadn't oiled it as her fingers sank into his fur and got a firm grip. He let out a shocked "eep!" as the vixen displayed a strength he wouldn't have credited to her, lifting him up over her head using his fur as handholds. She shook him around a little until his head lolled forward, and he could see the twinkle in her eyes as she relaxed her throat. He slid downward sharply, startled to find her maw cupping his ass and bumping against his balls. She swallowed again, and his legs began to curl up inside her while his cock pressed against the roof of her mouth. Instead of another steady swallow, she took a deep breath and let him slide into her, an inch at a time, giving him a parody of a blowjob as his cock slid down her throat with agonizing slowness.

When he was up to his navel, she chuckled around him and started swallowing normally again. She reached up and pressed against his stuffing filled stomach, making him moan as she kneaded it and crammed it slowly into her mouth. She murred as she reached up and got a hold on his shoulders, swallowing again and again while pulling him down until she had him into her mouth up to his armpits. Sandra sank down onto the kitchen floor and rubbed her stomach, tracing his curled form within her. She lazily gulped at him, drawing him in as she reached around to play with herself. The vixen sighed ecstatically as she pleasured herself. Makuta sank into her, up to his chin, then his nose. She locked eyes with him and he felt her body spasm around him as she gave one more gulp, pulling his head in. He squirmed uncomfortably in the tight space, feeling his arms being drawn down even as his head breached her stomach to join the rest of him. A few casual gulps, and the blue cat was entombed within the vixen, curled into a ball, waiting for her stomach to set to work.

He felt his prison moving as Sandra stood up. "You were delicious, little cat. Now just relax, this won't take all that long. If you're lucky, you'll run out of air before it gets really intense."

She waddled into her living room, sinking down on her couch gratefully. Moving was always difficult after eating someone her own size or larger, but she refused to eat in the living room, and she couldn't stand just sitting in the kitchen waiting to digest. Rubbing slowly over the Makuta shaped bulge in her belly, she flipped on the TV and settled back to watch a game show.

Makuta felt her stomach begin to churn around him. It was a strange feeling to be inside a person, especially when listening to the sounds of an announcer telling a couple the rules of some stupid televised game in the background. It was the foreground noise that concerned the cat, however; while her heartbeat was the loudest sound he could hear at first, the churning of her stomach began to produce a sloshing noise. The cat squealed as her digestive juices started to pool beneath him, his footpads itching and burning. He felt a sharp twitch, and his leg began to wake up. Hope surged within the cat at the possibility that he might get movement back in time to push himself up her throat and out to freedom.

But while he felt control of his legs start to return to him, it wasn't coming fast enough. He felt the powerful liquid start to drip onto his arms and run down his back. He moaned feebly as her stomach really went to work, the walls pressing into him grinding and squeezing him, forcing the digestive juices to slosh up his body. He squealed when it hit his cock, the only part of him she hadn't unbound, and smelled the rank scent of his fur starting to dissolve.

The itching, burning feeling surrounded him now, everything but his face engulfed in the start of pain, and his cock starting to seriously hurt now. As the stuff finished off his fur, the rest of his skin set to digesting, and Makuta began taking huge gasps of the foul air, trying to make Sandra's prediction that he would suffocate before digesting come true. Around him, the vixen giggled and he keened softly as he felt her gulp, a blast of fresher air hitting his face. He realized she'd said it only to tantalize him, that she was enjoying his predicament!

By now, his muscles were fully back in his control, but the digestive juices had weakened him to the point that he could barely move, much less force his way out of her. Makuta could only writhe weakly, struggling to keep his head above the soup her stomach was making him into as he felt his feet dissolve entirely. He sank down a little, and craned his head back frantically, feeling no desire to swallow any of the stuff. Sandra's stomach had other ideas, though, and he screamed and tried to straighten his legs as his calves began to go, reaching out with his vanishing hands to try and steady himself against her stomach walls.

The fleshy environs clamped down again, having none of his attempts to stay their relentless work. His legs were gone up to the knees, and his arms had dissolved up to the elbow. There simply wasn't enough Makuta left to keep his face above the soup, and he let out one final wail before sinking into it. His face burned, fur vanishing from it in a flash now that the juices were up to full strength. As his lips began to go, he gulped down the stuff against his will, feeling it warm, then burn him from the inside out now. His thoughts slowed, then stuttered as he dissolved almost completely. As the acid flooded his skull, the cat felt the pain stop, and slipped away quietly.

Sandra gave a little gasp, shifting around to pat her stomach companionably. She wasn't sure how, but she could always tell when a dinner guest made the final transition from person to nutritive soup inside her. Where once there had been a cat shaped lumps, now her stomach was merely a rounded beach ball, filled with the mush Makuta had turned into. Occasionally, there'd be a small jab inside her as one of his bones shifted the wrong way, but she knew from experience that by the time her stomach began forcing the meal into her into her intestine for final disposal, the bones would be soft, acid-pitted, and cracked beyond recognition. She smiled and settled back to enjoy the rest of the program while her stomach completed its work.

She made it through two more game shows and a bit of the news before the first rumble inside her warned of the need to visit the bathroom immediately. Her stomach had shrunk by half, and she grabbed a magazine on her way to the commode, knowing that she would need something to keep her occupied for the protracted dump she was about to take. The vixen sat on the toilet and waited. There'd be time enough to read the magazine later, and she always enjoyed the first few minutes before her body relaxed into the work of evacuating her meal.

"Come on, little cat, don't keep me waiting," she panted, grunting and bearing down. Blessedly, the first bit of Makuta began to exit her trained bowels and she groaned with relief as it plopped into the toilet, a turn large enough that she had to reach back and flush twice before she could risk loosing another salvo. Once it was clear, she bore down again, and this time, she couldn't stop it. Makuta slid out of her ass in coil after coil of scat, the occasional bump from a bone making her murr softly. She kept one hand on the toilet handle, flushing every time the tank allowed, and she dumped Makuta into his final resting place, his remains sliding out of her easily now that her ass had grown used to dropping a near continuous stream of shit.

The magazine fell from her hand, all her focus on dumping Makuta now. She could feel that he was nearly done, and her stomach had shrunk almost all the way back down to its original size. It had been a while since she'd taken such a perfect shit; normally, her meals came out in fits and starts, but the meek little cat seemed to be exiting her with as little fuss as he'd gone in.

No sooner had she thought that, then she felt something big pressing against the inside of her hole. She panted and bore down, but it was firmly lodged. She flushed the toilet once more just to be sure there was room for whatever this was, and then placed both hands on her abdomen, finding the lump easily. She pushed down against it, bearing down with all her might. It shifted a bit, then a bit more, and she yelped as it suddenly broke, the pieces shooting out of her along with the remaining turds the cat had become. She collapsed with a sigh of relief, a few final splats below her signalling the end of her dump. She shifted and glanced into the toilet to confirm her suspicions.

"Well, I suppose even a cat as sweet and tasty as you couldn't avoid having a skull," she chuckled. She waved goodbye to the eye socket that was all that remained of the cat's skull, and flushed a few more times. Sandra climbed into the shower, mind already turning to tomorrow's meal. Perhaps she'd eat another postman. It'd been awhile since she'd had one of those.