FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

“It’s just doesn’t feel right to have Christmas lights up, but no snow!” Nick looked over, flashing an understanding smile to his girlfriend, a curvy red panda named Skye. The sight of her, sitting in his passenger seat, still sometimes struck him- especially now approaching a time period he’d always spent alone before, but now he had her. Her, who currently was wearing an absolutely destroyed pair of jeans shorts. He wasn’t sure they could still be given that title. When she’d come out of the bathroom that day, he’d nearly broken his jaw on the floor.

“What are those?”

“What do you mean?” Skye’s eyebrows knit together, scrunching the white that raised above her warm amber eyes into the caramel coloring of the rest of her forehead. She glanced down at her chest, pointing to her boobs. “Breasts, Nick? We’ve been over this... no more boob jokes. I know they're your breast friends, but it’s old now... Okay, sweetie?”

He shook his head, nodding lower on her frame to her hips. Hugging around her curved form were something made of denim. They were a faded, bleached wore and well-loved pair of denim shorts that sat high on the waist, but they were cut-offs high, high on Skye’s legs. While brown fur coated all the lower portions of her back, rising up like stockings and then melding into the same shade of her stomach, these shorts showed hints of the caramel shade of her back that snuck around more and more at her upper thighs. The pockets stuck out of the bottom, showing nearly half of the common sized pockets. Skye’s eyes were still contorted in question. “Turn around for me?” Nick asked innocently, smiling vaguely.

Skye shrugged, slowly turning to reveal that back of the ‘shorts’. They were ripped off high up on her ass, showing at least the entire bottom of her asscheeks, so pert and warm in that inviting shade of caramel. Furthermore, a tear on the bottom half of the right cheek showed even more of her ass. The crotch of them became more of a mere split, and Nick bet if she bent over one would see right up to her sex itself.

“What are those?” Nick asked, watching Skye spin back to face him.

“What do you mean? These?” She shoved her hands into the pockets, tugging the fabric to reference the shorts.

“Careful now! They might fall apart!” Nick jested, eyes and voice high.

“What are you talking about, Nick!? These are my favorite shorts! I’ve had these since I was seventeen!”

“That explains a lot!”

“What is THAT supposed to mean?!” Skye’s eyes had sharpened, taking offense.

“God! Nono! Not like that, just, Skye-” He sucked in a breath, looking at the outline of her sex just barely showing in the thinning denim. “Those look like they are straight out of a porno...”

“Well, actually-”

“WHAT!?”

“No, you dumbass. These are just old shorts! It’s not like we are going out, jeez! We’re just going to wash a car!”

Nick stammered, watching her walk past him with her ass visible jiggling with every step. He gulped, shaking his head. “Yep, Just to wash a car!”

The entire car ride, Nick’s mind had been playing tricks on him. Every time he glanced over, he saw so much of the chocolatey brown fur of her legs, he kept thinking Skye had stripped down to the nude, but then he would see a string of the denim and remember that she did have something on. Skye caught him staring, swinging a paw out into his shoulder, “Would you stop with the shorts? You said to wear trash clothes! These are my painting wear!”

“Okay! Okay! I’ll stop! I just... you’re sure you weren’t in a casting call?”

Slap! Skye’s paw met his arm again, this time harder than a stop-staring smack, but an actual strike that left his skin throbbing lightly. “If I had, you’d have known before you even met me.”

Nick opened his mouth to speak, almost missing her point, but then he silenced with a sheepish glance at his lap. “Well then. Shall we?”

Skye laughed, shaking her head before she hopped out of the car and circled to the back to collect their supplies from the spacious trunk. Since the day was so warm, even though it was early December on the chilly East coast, they’d decided to spend the lazy Sunday morning washing off Skye’s newest investment, a brand new 2016 Honda. While the inside retained its infamous new car smell, Skye had been a tad overzealous in a test drive reaching maximum speed and, in Nick’s opinion, genuinely trying to roll the car on the back roads far out of town. In short, the cherry red shade of fresh paint was now splattered with mud and Nick’s scared sweat. First they’d had to trek over to Nick’s house, his parents thankfully gone for the day on a weekend trip, since the apartment where they usually preferred lacked a driveway.

“This is such a dad car-” Nick said on the slam of his door.

Skye breathed out a long breath, they’d had this talk before. “I told you. I didn’t pick it for the sex appeal. It has heated seats! Plus, they were willing to trade in my old one for this! I couldn’t get that deal with anything, the salesman just wanted to show all his later appointments an attractive woman buying the Honda so he could convince them it was a sexy car without making their wives mad in the process... It worked out for everyone involved!”

“Sure, it just seems like the kind of car my dad would buy!” Skye threw a sponge at him, catching his aside the head. He chuckled, turning to see her in the full backdrop of the late morning sunshine. In addition to the imposter shorts, she just wore a white t-shirt, one that clung to her ample chest, showing the natural, gentle shake with every step. Instead of featuring one of the more common video game characters in the center, this shirt only had simple, black text. High, up towards the neck, it read: “<tits>” Then, down towards the stomach, right where the shirt clung to Skye’s slender form: “</tits>.”

Nick remembered the first time she wore it like it had been yesterday, even though it’d been nearly a month before when they’d re-painted some of an elderly neighbor’s trim.

“What’s up with that?” Nick gestured to the top, eyebrows knitting together. “What does that even...”

“”Oh honey... It’s HTML!” Skye laughed, making her breasts bounce very distractingly. “These tags are used to define an element! The first one-” She pointed above her breasts. “That one would be the start, then everything in the middle-” Her finger started to wiggle down, circling around her nipples before dropping to her belly button where the other text sat. “Then, this one ends the element.”

Nick swallowed, grinning. “Oh yeah! Totally get it now!”

Since that day, he hadn’t learned an ounce of HTML, and Skye loved it. Whenever he tried to claim higher nerd status, she’d whip out that HTML so fast, the argument would fizzle out and she’d reign supreme. Usually, she force him to make pizza or pay for delivery or buy the newest game release or... less savory options in the bedroom, or in the kitchen. That is, until he attempted to contradict her...

“Oh come on! You explained a t-shirt! Do you even know HTML?”

She hadn’t said a word. She’d just left. Three and a half hours later, she’d emailed him a single link. When he opened it, a webpage loaded up displaying a banner of a collection of every stupid, idiotic, or unconscious face Nick had ever made that’d been captured on film. Then, the header read. “Yes, you asshole, I can do HTML.” Then, the page laid out a detailed instructional site on the basics of HTMl, all in laid with complex sarcasm and personal digs at Nick. The homepage branched out into seven additional articles of information and instruction all complete with CSS formating to give the site a simplistic, but streamlined look. At the bottom of the final page, hidden in the smallest font beneath the copyright label, which read ©The Better Nerd, was a final message: “You owe me so much oral.”

“Earth to Nick? Earth to Nick?” Nick blinked, refocusing to find Skye standing in front of him, eyes knit together with concern. She had a bucket of water, overflowing with thick, white foamy bubbles cocked against one hip and she had a sponge waving in front of him. “You okay? Didja die for a second there?”

“Uh, sorry.” He flashed her a smile. “Your shirt just reminded me of something.” Skye caught his eyes, the warm glow in them and returned his smile, realizing that something meant some memory they shared. She leaned into him briefly, nuzzling her cheek into the shoulder of his soft, well-worn t-shirt before kissing his neck gently. “I love when you get reminded of things.”

For a second, Nick stayed still, basking in the warmth of the strange December morning and off the furry red panda hugging him. It felt so calm and natural to be drudging across town to wash a car with her, natural just to be with her. He let out a long, happy sigh before kissing her coppery hair. “Come on now, we got work to do! And I wanna take this thing for another spin!”

“Ee! Yes sir!” Skye leapt forward, scooping up a garden hose. “Fire me up!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Ack! Not that high! Not that high! Not that low either! What do you think I am, a pussy!”

***

“STOP SQUIRTING ME! THIS IS WAR!”

“Hehe, you said squirt!”

“Skye, don’t be a child.”

“YOU COLLECT PLUSHIES!”

***

“Why are you washing the tires?”

“They are dirty?”

“What happens when we drive home again?”

“They get dirty again...”

“Then why are you washing them?”

“Because they’re dirty...”

***

“Skye! Seriously! Stop humming that song! It’s never going to leave my head!”

“Hello from the other siiiiiiiiiide!”

“You’ve sung that song a thousand times!”

“To tell you I’m sorry, it’s stuck in your head!”

“At this rate, I hope I drop dead!”

***

“Hello from the other siiiiiiiide!”

“SERIOUSLY, STOP!”

***

“Hello-”

“No.”

***

“Are you sure you won’t let me sing?”

“I’m positive. You’re evil. You’ll get that song in my head for a month.”

“Well, at least I can say that I tried.”

“God damn you!”

***

The two easily spent an hour lathering the outside of the car. It was a labor of love. The car was brand new, so both of them shared a mixture of excitement to see it glittering and perfect and to keep it lasting. Also, the sheer childish joy of a car wash had them both wrapped up in the delight of fresh air, playing with a house, and bubbles. Plus, they had each other.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna hop inside, give it a good dust down inside. Might as well make sure it’s all clean.” Nick said, setting down his loofah and slipping into the passenger side with the packet of wipes. Slowly, meticulously, he started to trace the edges of the dashboard with the cloth, reaching for the edges where the dust gathered.

“Hello from the other side-GOD DAMMIT! IT’S STUCK IN MY HEAD!”

Skye looked up from the hood, where she was scrubbing off caked on dirt and the streaks that shot onto the glass itself. “I’m sorry!” Nick looked up to glare, but something else entirely caught his eye.

Skye was bent over the front hood to reach up onto the windshield, and to reach the middle, she had to be constantly leaned over. Her butt jutted out behind her and her breasts pressed right into the windshield, squishing them into the wet, soapy surface.

“Oh. My. God.” Nick swallowed. Some strange instinct had him glancing behind him like a teenager preparing to jack off at the living room computer late at night before he’d let his eyes return to the sight of her. She was oblivious of the view he was giving her. Her eyes were locked onto the spots that she worked on, letting him look at her without any distraction. He could see the shape of her chocolatey breasts beneath the thin t-shirt. The tight fabric hugged around the shape of her breasts, giving him a perfect outline of the hefty orbs.

Her long, silken red hair spilled over her shoulder, framing her in a glittering, sunlight lit waterfall of her brilliant hair, but it all framed around her breasts. The breasts were loose within her top, a bra forgone for the lazy day, giving Nick already a jolt of excitement. The fabric of her shirt spilled forward slightly, stretching with the heft of her breasts pushing it down as she bent to work on the spots of the hood first, working in slow, careful circular scrubs. It gave him a direct view of her cleavage creasing between the heavy orbs. As she moved, working out the scruffs and scrubbing, she bounced and jostled the soft flesh of her tits. They jiggled with every motion of her arms, only moving harder as her motions got faster, more frustrated at the stubborn spots on the new car’s shining exterior.

Nick felt himself holding his breath, just watching this secret show. It felt someone as erotic as if he’d walked in on her truly naked, masturbating. She was so lost in her task she didn’t feel his gaze, didn’t notice how intently the human had locked onto her. She was lost in the scrubbing motion of the car, rubbing harder and harder and giving her breasts and jostling shake. They rippled and bounced for him.

Then, the spot flaked away. “Ah! I vanquish thee!” Skye cried once before she spotted another, higher up. She bent, reaching for the spot that streaked down from the windshield wiper. As she leaned up, her breasts grazed into the soapy covering of the red hood. Her nipples seemed to kiss and graze down the wet surface, soaking the fabric just enough to illuminate plainly the little nubs before she pressed into the scuff, drawing her body back and forth and rubbing her breasts, mashing them into the soapy mess.

The wetter her top got, the more it plastered to her frame. Soap stuck to her fur. The thick tuft of brown right between her breasts quickly became like a rock, breaking the current in a river so that soap seemed to explode to either side of it so that it oozed down over top of the surface of her clothes breasts. The shirt soaked through quickly, becoming a mere invisible layer over top of her naked breasts so that he could see their outline plainly. He could see the beautiful, natural curvature of each one’s shape leading down to the circles of pale pink around each nipple, then the perky nubs themselves piercing into the fabric.

Nick could practically picture himself right inside of some hokey porno right then, exactly where her shorts belonged! There, Skye wouldn’t be alone. No, she be the focus within a cast of three...

Skye leaned over the front of the hood, two girls flanking her on either side. One, a slender, petite little feline with jet black fur but bright pink nipples. She had small, pert breasts that were perky atop her small frame. The other side had another girl more like Skye, an arctic fox girl with thick fur and wide frame. Her hips flared while her waist thinned in a perfect hourglass form, her breasts widening her out once again with a broad, heavy chest.

Their breasts pressed, bare to the front of the windshield while the camera panned around, showing the curves of their backs as they arched into the car, sliding themselves against it while their asses all writhed and squirmed within tiny shorts. Skye’s tight rump, covered in warm caramel fur, poked out from her little shorts while the water of the car trickled down her thighs, miming excitement leaking out from her sex. Her hair spilled down her back, tumbling over her shoulder as another girl, the cat leaned in, rubbing and massaging soap into the red panda’s breasts. “I’m going to clean you!” She tittered, giggling.

“Mmm.. however will I thank you...” Skye crooned, eyes locking into the other girl’s suddenly, cupping a hand around the slender waist of the little kitten and guiding her lips in. Their breasts squished into one another’s-- much like they’d done to the windshield moment before. Skye’s were so much larger, dwarfing the girl’s little, perky boobies as their nipples kissed together and their tongues intertwined. The kitten reached back, groping Skye’s butt beneath the high rise of the denim’s cut edges. The grabbed one another, using their asses as the leverage to clutch to the other, deepening their kisses. Tongues unraveled, looping and slipping together.

Nick gulped, forcing himself to fade the other, imagined characters out to just see the red panda, centered over the hood of the red car while a massive sponge in one hand, working over the smooth surface.

She was so focused on her task, eyes locked into each stain like a cat hunting for mice, that she didn’t notice Nick’s stare even as her shirt soaked through. Nick watched her work out all of the actual stains from the hood with careful precision, all the while squishing and mashing her breasts into the hood of the car, drawing tracks with them through the bubbles still clinging to the vehicle.

But suddenly, Skye was straightening up!

Nick’s eyes popped wide, hands waving before he pointed back at the hood, miming there was a spot on the windshield, hidden behind the wiper blade. Skye, ever the dedicated worker, threw herself against the hood once again to stretch her body up along the car to reach for the invisible stain. Her breasts wiggled and pressed into hood, putting on a little display for Nick of their true wondrous size and wonderfulness.

“I can’t believe she used to hide these in tight bras...” Nick muttered, jaw slackening slightly as Skye suddenly looked up at him. Her brow crinkled before Nick tried to point out another stain, but it was too late. Her eyes moved from his dumb “Oooh, my breast friends” face to her wet chest and her jaw set into a stern smirk.

She straightened up, starting to grope and knead at her own breasts. The white t-shirt did little to hide how she kneaded and massaged at the heavy orbs. The soap rubbed into the top, smearing white cream and foam over the smooth slope of her cleavage. her fingers slide down, fingering at the bottom of her shirt’s hem. She teased it up, dancing to fabric up her stomach until it sat just beneath her breasts, but then she stopped.

She turned away from him, leaving Nick to think she’d played enough and was gathering a weapon to come end him with, but then, she bent over at the waist slowly. As she bent, her ass rose briefly into the air in it’s itty bitty pair of shorts. He could see almost the entirety of her ass through the torn edges of the bottoms. The curvature of her pert, tight ass lifted up into the air, wiggling briefly before his eyes caught something. Where the thin stripe of the crotch of the pants continued up between her thighs, it thinned into a little band of denim that pressed snugly between her pussy lips. He could see the velveteen lips peeking out around the thin covering for only a second before she popped up again, holding a sponge oozing with soap.

Turning back to the hood, she arched her back before squeezing the sponge out over her soaked top. The soapy water splattered over her breasts, the creamy liquid oozing down between the space between them, following the natural curves and slopes of her breasts and teasing her nipples out into hard, poking nubs. Then, she started to scrub again, jiggling them now with a purpose, rubbing them into the hood with little flicks of her tail behind her.

“Time for windows!” She hollered, as though nothing was any different before she suddenly circled to the side of the car to the passenger window, a mere layer of glass from where Nick sat.

In his lap, trapped in his shorts, Nick felt his shaft throbbing from this tease. Yet, he ignored it. There was something special about this show she put on, something that turning it into a mere segway into sex wouldn’t have preserved. Instead, he relished in the tease, the temptation as she suddenly pressed her body to the window of the car.

She raised the sponge, as though she’d put it to the window, but instead, she simply squeezed it out before pressing her breasts right into the slick, soapy glass. Then, she started to bounce and grind her breasts straight on the glass, ‘cleaning’ it with her furry loofah tits. Discarding the sponge, her hands rose up, cupping beneath her breasts and kneading the underside, guiding them into their mashing motions. Nick, from the inside, watching them go from their orbed, hanging state to the semi-press when the nipples went to the glass and showed him the little nub right on display. Then, as she leaned in more, the entire appendage would start to spread, squishing into the glass.

With her hands beneath them, molding them, her breasts pushed even more together, giving him a massive crease of cleavage just through the glass. The shirt she wore was so soaked he could see everything through the thin veil of white. She squeezed the loofah again, letting fresh water pour down over her chest, cascading off the curves of her cleavage before suddenly, Nick caught the hem of her shirt dancing up. Slowly, teasingly, while Nick looked out to the see the backdrop of his childhood neighbor’s home right behind her, she raised the shirt up over her breasts so that her bare tits squished right into the window. Her bare nipples started to circle and play in front of him while he watched soapy water trickle down the curves of her body.

She leaned back from the window, arching her back before she squeezed a freshly filled sponge over her chest. The soapy water slide slower down her body then before with her arch, making it less steep. It sloped over her breasts, creamy white tracking over her nipples and diving between the space of between before continuing, streaking down over her smooth stomach and filling her belly button with a tuft of white bubbles before it pooled into the top of those skimpy shorts.

Nick bit at his lip, watching Skye’s face suddenly peeking in at him, a smirking, playful grin playing over her muzzle. He grinned back, watching as she pushed herself to the glass again, this time groping around the heavy orbs as she did, letting him watch through that thin barrier as she tweaked at her nipples against the backdrop of her flattened breasts, squashed against the glass.

The human started to shake his head, chuckling to himself. “How did I even get here...” He thought before suddenly grinning and hitting the window button to suddenly break down the barrier between them. Skye seemed to spill forward through the opening, wet and soapy right into his arms where he scooped her close, finding her lips in a long, warm kiss.

When they finally pulled back, Skye licked at his nose, giggled before she writhed the rest of the way into his lap, smearing her bubbly, wet chest right into his own dry shirt. “Mmm... just think of how many neighbors could have seen that...” She whispered into his ear, practically purring at the thought.

Nick chuckled, shaking his head at the rambunctious red panda before he kissed one of her furry ears and murmured, still laughing softly, “Just going to wash a car, huh?”

Skye looked up, grinning, “Exactly.”