FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The moon shown down thinly thought the wispy clouds above giving the alley an ethereal light that almost made it magical. Almost. Except for the stinking garbage and the fetid piles of refuse that caused the nose to almost shut down upon the rotting stinking masses that lined it. A lone figure stood in the back corner, one small beam of luminous light from the moon shining on his golden fur. His arm had reached out as he stretched. Soft breathing could be heard over the sound of the mewl of some feral cat a ways off.

Hoof steps could be heard trotting down the ally. Cars roared by at its mouth some hundred yards away, the cities life blood coursing around the heart of the city, pumping commerce, citizens, and of course drunk revelers out of its core into the suburbs. The steps didn't falter or stumble like others. These were strong, comfortable steps. Ones who were used to walking where they wanted, and when they wanted.

A gunshot rang out in the distance, along with some sirens. The steps kept walking closer to the golden figure huddled in the shadows. Swear began to pour off of the feline standing there. The stink of fear was coming off of him in waves. He fidgeted slightly, and the soft glow of a cell phone screen met his face for an instant. The golden eyes darted across the screen for a second, and there was a soft curse as suddenly the flashlight feature was turned on and shone into the horses face.

"Fuck! Francis! Jeeze! It's just me, who did you think it was!?" Jerod swore putting his black arm across his eyes. He stumbled into the side wall of the crumbling brick building next to him for a few moments as the feline stammered. "Sorry Jerry. You can never be too careful."

For a few seconds the feline helped to steady the stallion who was now clearing his eyes. "That wasn't funny. I'm going to have to be very hard on you now." The stud said in a low deep tone. Francis froze. This was not good. If Jerry was not happy, the night was going to be long and hard. He swallowed. "Ok." He whispered submissively. He also turned off the cell phone's flashlight mode and the alley dropped back into darkness. Suddenly he was grasped in Jerod's arms and held tight. The horse had leaned down and began to kiss him roughly.

Francis felt his knees go weak. Jerry's kisses always did this too him. He had no idea how he'd been able to land such a sweet stallion, but he was grateful he had. The two kissed passionately, Jerry's tongue dominating the rough feline. Their breath quickened and became stale between them as the kiss lengthened. Jerod pulled away and neighed softly at his partner.

"Ok, get ready cat!" He barked. His voice echoed down the alley. Anyone nearby could hear. Not that it was likely. The city noise permeated everything like a soft white noise machine. Sometimes that white noise machine had a huge malfunction and a sharp shout, cry, or car horn blared across the tranquil sounds of "City Number 1."

"Ready yourself!" Jerod ordered huskily. Francis nodded absently as he pulled off his shirt and shorts, laying both on a handy (and clean) crate nearby. He didn't dare take off his shoes. God knew what was on the ground here, but he'd do his best to please his lover. The sounds of clothes being lost quickly filled the small dirty space as both pulled cloth from fur. The breathing became frantic and soon a velvet equine muzzle met a soft sleek feline maw as the two exchanged their passionate kiss, and breath again. Francis felt weak in the knees again as the equine muscle dominated his tongue, fighting into his mouth and across his lips. He felt it scrape across his fangs, and the equine shuddered above him a little. He smiled to himself.

Suddenly he broke the kiss smirking up at the pure black equine. He reached out and cupped the giant equine phallus in his hands and stroked it. He could feel his hand soak in pre. He cupped his palm to ensure his paw was entirely covered in it and held a good amount in it. He licked the equine nose. "Ready?" Was all he said. The horse nodded.

In a flash Francis was behind the equine. He hauled roughly on the tightlybraided black tail his businessman lover had, and hauled it out of the way roughly. The equine nickered at him and stamped his hoof twice. Francis flashed his feral grin to the night as he quickly slathered the thick equine's doughnut like pucker with the horses own juices. He loved this. His own cock was hard as a rock and dripping his feline pre onto the dirty stinking pavement bellow. He roughly sent three digits into the waiting horse hole immediately electing a whinny of surprise from Jerry.

"Aaaah!" The equine shouted into the night, his voice cracking a little. Francis roughly shoved his digits into the equine rump. "Bad horsey!" He growled with his feline throat. He shoved all three digits in roughly. "You made me wait, you bastard! For that you'll pay!"

"No..." Jerry shuddered under the touch. Francis reached around licking his lips and found his hands on the engorged horsecock again. He gave it a languid stroke as he roughly fingered the equine ass. A very thick, mostly white, gob of pre met his paw at the end. He purred. "Hrm, I could use this...." He reached back to his own barbed cock and began to spread the thick white pre onto his cock. He shuddered and shivered at the feeling. The huge beast in front of him nickered back. The suit lay down on the crate in front of him, neatly folded. He turned the quine a little just in case.

Suddenly he pulled his paw from the equines rear and brought it up to the long black muzzle. "Well?" He asked, a growl back in his voice.." Jerry shuddered but bent down and sniffed hugely, letting his nose do the work. The equine nickered again. "Ready...." He whispered softly.

Francis didn't wait. He gripped the thick hips with his paws and dug his claws into the sensitive flesh drawing a little blood. The pin pricks matched several other sets of scar marks nearby. He shook his head, and pushed his cock as roughly as he could into the horse. Both cried out. One whinny, and one feline scream. Soon he was buried to the hilt, feeling the huge horse nuts swing back into his smaller feline ones. He growled. It wasn't fair. He reached up and raked his claws sharply across the horses back. "Fucker! Made me wait. Made me stand here for twenty minutes for your dumb ass to get out of a fucking meeting. What. Some low-life construction worker who has a schedule to meet building things has to wait for the high and mighty boss hoss?" He raked his claws across the back again, drawing a few thin lines of blood.

The horse whinnied in fear. "No! I....we....had to make an executive decision on the Anderson account and..." One more rake of claws across the back silenced him and he dropped to his knees slowly. The feline followed him down, keeping himself buried to the hilt.

"Fuck you Jer. You know the rules. One fucking hot horse, for this feline. Got it? On time, or not at all!" He bit down into the equine's shoulder drawing a little blood with his fangs. He couldn't be too rough or he'd have to explain himself to a cop. He always wondered if that would ever happen but so far Jerry assured him it wouldn't. He knew the word. They both did.

Suddenly Francis thrust forward cruelly into the rump. Jerry groaned deep in his chest. Francis noticed the horse cock had slumped down onto the ground. He didn't care. He had a job to do. He pulled out roughly until his pointed tip was just barely inside, and thrust home roughly again. And again he felt those heavy horse nuts slam into him. He shuddered. He felt his barbs really grip into the horseflesh as he pulled out causing Jerod to nicker in pleasure. He slammed in again. He began his rhythm. Hard, deep, penetrating, and slow. He let the horse fell all of his cock. It didn't compare to the equine cock under Jerod's belly right now, but it did the job. More than well for him.

He felt his breath quicken. It had been a long day. His golden lion coat was soaked in dried sweat. He itched. It made him irritable. His chest was pressed against the midnight black coat under him as he growled into the equine ear splayed back in front of him. He began to thrust harder, faster. He felt his pre empty into the horse as his barbs rasped back against the chute he was buried in. He heard Jerod mutter incoherently under his breath over and over "sorry - so fucking sorry - yes - I'm sorry --- fuck ---- me --- fuck me --- sorry"

Their breath built. Jerry was pushing back roughly now. His huge body rocked with pleasure. His pre was mixing in the puddle his cock was lounging in causing the water to begin to take on a milky appearance. Francis felt his breath rasp in his throat as his balls pulled up tight.

"Fuck Pony, you're going to get a lot of cream.....damn....fuck....damned tight....ah! ah!!!!! Hahrrrgh!!!" He shouted into the night, the last turning into a feral growl. He emptied deeply into his horse letting his feline cum coat his walls and sooth him where his barbs had been rough.

He quickly pulled out. Jerry was still on his knees panting. "What?" Jerry looked back behind him, his thick equine paw working his equine cock roughly.

"I said you'd have to pay. Didn't I?" Francis smirked as he walked over to his clothes. He slowly slid his jean shorts and t-shirt on ruffling his mane only a little. He shook his head as he finally got it on. He crossed his arms and watched as Jerod jacked himself furiously on all fours, Francis's own cum oozing out of the thick equine pucker down those well muscled black legs. Soon the horse gasped a few times, threw back his head and whinnied. His eyes crossed a little as he came. Six shots in all, and each one the size of the entire load Francis had given him. The feline chuckled deep in his chest. The cum was pooling in the puddle under Jer along with the copious amounts of pre emptied there before. It was mostly grey now. Francis kissed Jerry's rump tenderly. The equine nickered in pleasure.

"All good?" Francis asked. He reached over and handed the previously stashed white towel to the horse who nodded in a half daze. "Good. See you at home sweetheart, and for God's sake pick up some milk on your way home this time!" Francis called out over his shoulder as he walked away into the busy city street at the mouth of the alley.