FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Hmm, what to say? If you likey, leave a comment and I'll continue the story faster than I normally would. Leave this place if you are under 18 or offended by any of the keywords listed. Enjoy.

This chapter is mostly informational, but those of you with questions from the last chapter will probably have them answered. Also, don't leave if you like transformation. Still, with no yiff at all in the story, I felt like adding some, and it works as a wonderful plot device later on. But you don't know that >.>

"Dude..."

A voice...where is it coming from?

"Dude! Wake up!"

It's familiar, but not my master...

"Dude! Sanderson's looking right at you!"

I lifted my head and blinked wearily, looking around. I was back in class, back at school, but most importantly, back to a human.

"Jacobs, are you ready to answer the question, or do you need more time in la-la land?"

I straightened myself up while the class chuckled and responded "Can you repeat it, Mr. Sanderson?"

"What year was-" He was quickly interrupted by three short tones emitted by a speaker on the wall. It signaled the end of class. Immediately, everyone stood up and hoisted their bags over their shoulders and headed out the door.

Everyone except my friend Shane. I had known him since elementary school, he was short and thin and a noble soul. As the years went on, he got taller, but remained as thin as ever. Today, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, just like every other day. He said "Dude, are you ok? You were out like a light, probably for the whole period."

So it had been a dream. I was relieved and yet somehow, disappointed. It was definitely the best orgasm I ever had, but it wasn't real. I still had that image of myself as a lion. It was unforgettable, the thick mane of fur around my chin, the short coat all around my body, the brown tuft that stretched from my chest down to my sheath. My sheath, which contained my 10 inch penis. I could never forget.

"Dude, you're spacing off again."

I pulled myself out of the wonderful memory and back into the present. "Sorry," I replied to Shane, "It's just that I had the weirdest dream. It felt so real."

"Like scary real?"

"Like sexy real."

"Dude, do you need to, uh, use the bathroom or something?"

I understood what he meant. Just because the dream was fake didn't mean the orgasm was either. I checked my crotch for wet spots, but it was completely dry. "I'm fine, man. Can I go now?" The classroom was empty, save for us and Sanderson. Not wanting for him to finish the question, I gathered my things and stood up to leave.

I left Shane and went to second period, P.E. Everything was as it had been. My mind was too busy complaining about the mile run in my mind to be thinking about anything else.

In fact, it all seemed the same, all my classes, my friends, my homework, until sixth period. Study Hall. I always finished my assignments early and today was no exception. I quickly found my mind wandering back to the dream, and back to my animal physique. I continued to ponder what occurred when I noticed something completely out of the ordinary. The two seniors sitting at the computer posting on MySpace were a female rabbit and a male husky. Not only that, but their clothing had disappeared. They chuckled quietly like they did every day before. I blinked, trying to remember what they looked like as humans, and when my eyelids lifted back up that same instant, they were humans.

I was shocked. Must have been a hallucination. Unless... I looked over at the freshmen huddled together. I blinked again. Nothing, still homo sapiens. I was beginning to doubt my theory. I looked over at another senior, just a few feet away from me. I blinked, and instead of a jeans/t-shirt teen, I saw a red fox, tail swishing in time to an iPod's beat. Last, I looked at the teacher, who was grading assignments from another class. After blinking again, she became a deer. So I wasn't hallucinating. but, what's different between them? That wolf mentioned age, and the "dream" happened on my eighteenth birthday. Is it 18-year-olds and up only?

I decided to conduct a "survey" to test my hypothesis. Walking over to the computer couple, I said, "Hey, um, would you guys be willing to answer a question for my survey for class?"

"Sure!" the rabbit said.

"How old are you and what's you're favorite food?" I added the food question so I didn't sound creepy.

"Well, we're both 18, and I looove pizza. What do you like, Bobby?"

"Burgers," the husky responded curtly.

I thanked them and moved on to the rest of the class, systematically gathering the data of the ages of everyone in class. Everyone that was "furry" was 18, and everyone "not furry" was under 18. Obviously, I couldn't ask the furries whether they knew they were self-aware of their bodies because of the possible controversy. Then, I began to think about the people I knew personally who were over 18, but I could only come up with one: Shane.

If Shane was aware about what happened to me and so many others, why did he never talk about it? I took out my cell phone and quickly sent him a text reading: "We need to talk. After school on the roof. This is serious."

A minute later, I received a text from him with one letter: "K."

***

Shane was already at the top of the school when I arrived, sitting down with his back leaning against the wall of the staircase, looking out at the rest of the city. I walked over and sat down in a similar position. "So, Shane, today's my eighteenth birthday."

"No shit! Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because I was still confused about my 'dream.'"

"Um, what was that about, exactly?"

"I became anthropomorphic."

He paused for a moment, then he said quietly "I know."

"What?" How could he know?

"Everybody becomes furry on their eighteenth."

"What about you?"

"Me too."

"Can you tell what I am?"

"You're a lion. It's pretty obvious. Can you tell what I am?"

The truth was, I didn't have the heart to look at him. He was my childhood friend, my best friend.

"That's ok, I understand. I went through the same thing when I turned 18."

"Tell me what you know."

"Allright," He took a deep breath, and continued, "This has been happening for as long as people have been around. It mainly had to do with that plant. It would hide in the forest, waiting for men and women to come of age (that is, turn 18) before grabbing them and transforming them-"

"Wait, transforming them? But why did I see everyone as human before today?"

"Well, when the plant immersed the person in the liquid inside for an hour, it activated a particular gland in the brain that decoded the image of other adults into their true form. Kind of like the way a computer reads a digital picture. Anyway, early cultures realized that there was no way to avoid this, so they went into the wild and caught and bred the plants so that rites of passage could be started. As technology progressed, and bureaucracy appeared, the process was streamlined and a lot of effort went into hiding what happened on 18th birthdays from others."

"So, if this really all happened to me, the plant, the transformation, why am I still human?"

"Well, the gland in the brain my be activated, but it's not really active unless you want to become what you are. It's where all those cartoons and books about coming-of-age came from. When you become certain about what you are, you get more out of life."

"What about sex? The whole dream was a sexual experience...what does that mean?"

"Technically, human sex is impossible. You won't be able to ejaculate unless you come to terms with yourself. And once you become aroused, you automatically go into your 'anthro-self'. I'm still a virgin, but I hear it's even better than what we were told."

"What about gay furries? Or are they just human men who transformed into female-"

"No, gays and lesbians are still very much around. Gender is something you're born with. And the whole gay rights movement is as much a controversy as it was before."

"One last question: why is everyone naked when they're 'anthro?'"

"We're not really naked when we have fur or scales-"

"Scales!?"

"Oh, yeah, not everyone has fur. some people end up as lizards or dragons" I gave him an astonished look. "Well, the dragons don't have mythical powers like fire breath, and the wings are really kind of there for decoration. It's mostly anatomical. It's pretty rare that you come across a scalie, let alone be one. Anyway, we're not really naked when we have fur or scales covering up our skin and genitals. We don't need clothing unless it's cold." He paused. "I think that's everything."

I sat there for a moment, contemplating what I just heard. Shane stood up and I instinctively looked at where he sat and before I could remember to turn away, I saw feet covered in white and grey fur. Before he walked away, he told me "You know, they say that there's this initiator, they're the guys that guide you through the process, this rogue initiator who hypnotizes his assignments into becoming his servants. It's probably an urban legend, though. See you tomorrow." He crossed behind the staircase and left me there to think.

"See ya." I said just before he opened the door back to the school. My heart sunk. I definitely remembered someone who I called "master," but was it something I imagined? Or was it real? Am I being controlled by a wolf I don't even know the name of? But the most frightening question of all: Did I enjoy it.

There was no use worrying about it now. I might as well go home. I walked out to my car, got in and drove back to my house. As I came through the front door, I thought about what my parents would say if and when I told them. They knew it was my birthday, and they had to be furry too. I was a little scared of seeing my own mother's true species. But when I entered the house, there was no sound besides the ones I made. I yelled a quick "Hello?" only to have no response. I checked the microwave and found a note that explained that my parents had been called for a meeting at their respective companies. Looks like I get to spend my 18th home alone.

Not that I didn't love staying home alone. It was the closest I could get to independent life without responsibilities. So, I turned on the TV and watched whatever sitcom came on first. I wasn't really thinking about it though, I was still thinking about what I was told by Shane. It was all so crazy, but everything made sense.

After half an hour, I turned off the TV, and went into the bathroom. I stared at myself, critically. Is it really worth it to keep this body? What's so great about it? I've got flab everywhere, and I'm not the tannest guy around. But that lion thing really freaked me out. Or did it? Sure it was muscular, and taller, and more exotic, and more pleasant to the touch, and sexier...and more amazing...

It was at that second that I began to consider keeping my anthro body. I crossed the hall into my room and quickly stripped down to my boxers, tossing my clothes into a laundry hamper in the corner of the room, and returned to the bathroom.

I examined my body, part by part. I stared at my feet. As a human they were noting spectacular, but the only real difference exclusive to them as an anthro was that they had pads and claws. I looked at my human legs, and shut my eyes to imagine my anthro legs. Again, nothing special, except they were much hairier (as to be expected) and muscular. My upper thighs tingled erotically as I thought about it. I'll give that one to the anthro side. I continued with my abs and torso. I looked at my chest, with its miserable attempt at chest hair, and the expanding waistline. I brought back up in my mind what my lion body looked like. There was no doubt about it, the anthro torso was infinitely better. I glanced at my arms, with less flab than my chest, but it was still uninspiring. I didn't try to compare them to the lion arms; i knew they were better. Then I looked at my face, my identity. Then, I imagined how my anthro face would be seen. I still had human-like eyes, but the mouth and nose were almost exactly like a lion's. Yet, the basic shape of my face was still apparent in both forms.

I thought I had examined everything, until I realized I was still in my boxers. Reminding myself that it was impossible to consider a new body without examining the genitals, I peeled off my underwear and let them fall to the floor. My penis was definitely much larger as a lion, as were my testicles, I didn't even need to imagine it to realize it. But it would be impossible to compare it without it being erect. So I began to think about a fictional woman I created for fantasies, but I didn't even get semi-hard from it. I imagined her sucking me off, but nothing. Disappointed, I tried to go the physical route. I grabbed and squeezed my cock until I felt some blood flowing. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that woman again, but instead, I found myself thinking about the lioness in my initiation. I saw her lying there, waiting for me, waiting to be filled. I opened my eyes to find my 5" dick completely hard, with some precum exposing itself.

I weighed the pros and the cons, and my anthro self had won out. But most importantly, I couldn't stop myself thinking about all the female furries I had seen at school and during the initiation. I closed my eyes for a moment, and while I saw them in my mind, I felt a tingling all over my body, an amazing sensation that rippled throughout every inch of my skin. I couldn't stop thinking about those girls, with every detail of their bodies outlined by their fur.

I lost my balance, and fell backward into the wall. Since the bathroom was so small, I was able to stand up quickly and notice something. Something amazing. I was a lion.

It was everything I imagined and more. My feet, my legs, my cock, my balls, my abs, my chest, my face all looked like I 'dreamed.' What I didn't notice before though, was this warm feeling, like being hugged by a blanket. It was such a nice feeling.

With my newfound pride in my body, I decided to call Shane and tell him that I could finally see myself. I walked out and over to the phone in the kitchen and dialed his cell. When he picked up the phone with a quick "Hello," I asked him, "Guess what?"

"Wow, already?"

"Yeah, I look great. I can't believe I didn't want to do this."

"Good for you, man. I knew you could do it."

"Thanks for sticking with me, man. It must have been hard to look at your best friend when he's so confused."

"Not when I know he's gonna be ok. Well, I've got English homework to do, gotta go."

"See ya later." I said, and hung up. But before I could put the phone back, it rang again. There was no caller ID, only listed as "Out of Area." However, I was feeling too happy not to take the call. "Hello?" I said cheerfully.

"Yes, is this Michael Jacobs?"

"Yeah, who am I speaking to?"

"You've awoken, haven't you Michael?"

My eyes lost focus, and I thought of nothing but who was on the other side of the telephone. "Yes, master, I have."

"Good, now put on speakerphone." I complied. "Now, place the phone on the coffeetable." I walked over to the living room and did so. The coffeetable was in the center of the room, and I could easily hear every word out of the phone from any point in the room.

"Lie down on the couch." Again, I only wished to follow every word, so I did. "Now, you still have an erection, don't you? You do. Why don't you take your paw and start stroking it." I did, very slowly, with rhythmic pulses. "Good, now, I want you to think about this feeling. Think about how great it feels to obey, associate this feeling with the thought of obeying your master." Pleasure rippled throughout my body. "Start stroking faster. Good, now I want you to think about how the very thought or mentioning of a master gets you aroused like this. Hard like this. Horny like this. Stroke faster. You're getting close to orgasm, aren't you? That's right, you are. When you orgasm, you will feel it pulsing through your mind. Every sensual feeling will help to reinforce your obedience. You will not recognize it, because it will happen subliminally. You're nearly there, right? Excellent. Let the pleasure overflow you, immerse you, fill you." Then, with one word, it all let loose. "Come."

Large streams of cum flew from my abdomen to my upper chest. My cock throbbed up and down, my balls pumped semen for what felt like minutes. All with silence from the other line of the phone.

"You've finished, haven't you? Good. Now, why don't you clean up quickly, before anyone comes home?" I instinctively grabbed some tissues and wiped up all of the cum from my body, tossing it toward the trash in the kitchen, all without leaving the couch. "Great, now you should rest your eyes. You can feel the hold of your master breaking away the farther you slip to sleep. Your eyes are closed now, aren't they? Good, You can feel yourself slipping farther and farther...and farther...sleep...

"When I hang up, you'll be in a deep sleep...so hard to stay awake...sleep..." The phone clicked.

To Be Continued