FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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Well, today couldn't get any worse.

You stood, jaw slack, as you watched the third and final dropship slowly rise over the horizon, and slowly rise into the atmosphere. The clouds masked its ascent, and the distant whirr of its engines would fall silent beneath the whistling of the wind. The UNSC gave you a hell of a hiding spot, alright - so good, in fact, that they couldn't even find you.

You stood in the mouth of the dinky little cellar, staring numbly towards the gray skies overhead. It'd been a busy week. You'd literally been shuttled across the planet three times in the past seven days to help escape alien threats from the covenant, and more recently, the Flood. The threat of the parasite infecting any of the civillian population was too great. So you were shuttled from your unfortunate shelter in New Mombasa to South America, and left both temperate climates for the desolate Russian wilderness.

Moving somewhere isolated was a great idea to escape the parasite. The Flood didn't like the cold. But the covenant saw a defenseless human forward base and laid siege to it. You weren't inside when it happened - which seemed like a blessing, at first. But it seemed the civillian shuttles got away unscathed, and the base was left, abandoned and empty to be leveled by the covenant. You were told you could wait here if something went wrong - that they'd come out and rescue you.

Instead, they left without you. You had no supplies, no equipment, and no training. It was barely freezing outdoors, and the heat had just shut off in the cellar - probably because the base powering it had gone offline. You weren't distressed - just strangely numb. You'd sort of considered this possibility, abandonment, and hopelessness, ever since you'd heard what the plan was. Your worst fears coming true weren't quite so bad when you'd had time to mentally prepare yourself. It didn't seem so bad.

...and, well, you weren't finished yet.

The cellar was freezing cold, now - and dripping wet. The shelter and cover kept you safe from the covenant, but was nowhere near as cozy with the power gone and the heater turned off. It still had food, furniture and creature comforts, making it as good a place as any to hold up.

So, you crawled back downstairs, closing the door behind you. Reflex made you try to turn the lights on, but when that failed, atleast you still had your flashlight. The clothes you had on were soggy from the snow - and in the biting cold, did more to hurt you than help you. So you stripped down to your undies, wrapped your frigid form in thermal blankets that just about kept you warm and huddled up on your cot - passing the time by staring at your communicator, and eagerly awaiting a response.

Hours passed. The stress faded, somewhat. The distant whirr of motors and plasma stopped. The silence and pitch blackness calmed your senses. And you drifted off to the least restful sleep of your life.

Then the cellar door opened. No light came through the doorframe - it was night out. You awoke in a start, but kept yourself dead silent - hidden. Something had opened the cellar, but nothing came in.

Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness long ago. You saw nothing. There was no movement, and it was dead silent. No one called out, and no one came. All you felt was the cold creeping in.

Minutes felt like hours, but crept past nonetheless. The cold air coming in was too much for you - so, wrapped in your bundle of blankets, you crawled out from your cot and padded across the ice-cold floor, trudging towards the door.

And then it hit you. A mighty force swept you off your feet - and the blankets fell in a bundle towards the ground. Your legs kicked at the empty air - a crushing grip almost knocking the wind right out of you - leaving you dangling, breathless, before the invisible, crushing force.

A flashlight shone in your eyes, blinding you briefly before illuminating the room. A strange mirage-like shimmer broke through infront of you, and a hulking figure emerged from beneath its cloaking device. A covenant elite - a sangheili, well over eight feet tall and atleast twice your width stood before you. Snow white plate covered his ebon flesh, and a pair of golden, reptillian eyes scanned you carefully from behind his tensed mandibles.

"You are alone, human?"

You nod quietly. "And unarmed?" he continued. You couldn't help but be taken aback at the ridiculousness of this question, but gave him a quick "YES." nonetheless. The sangheili's mandibles flexed into a grin, the young alien titan drawing you closer.

His grip was gentle, but overwhelming - holding your diminutive, chest like a Brute would hold an eggshell. The beast was capable of flipping tanks, for god's sake - it was a miracle you could breathe at all.

"Do you humans know the term 'The Spoils of War'?" he inquired, his low voice rumbling. "That would be you, right now. For me." The strange, dinosaur like creature was inspecting your form with a great deal of curiosity, seeming to take particular interest in your hair, your lips, and your bizarre feet. Your back was turned to him, and you were drawn against his plated chest.

It seemed like a bad dream, a bizarre hallucination - but everything felt too real. Well, aside from the bizarre sensation that came next - four enormous, fleshy noodles wrapped around your face. All of it, really. Your head was engulfed in a fleshy, slimy mass - you could barely see from between the cracks as the appendages embraced you and squeezed. The back of your head and neck was squished into a fleshy embrace, and soon, the slick darkness overtook you, two burly arms folding over your frame to hold you still.

The creature suckled gently on your head for some time, mandibles curiously massaging your facial features. He was strong - maybe even a bit rough - but didn't hurt you. You tried to cry out in surprise, but only got a mouthful of slick, sticky warmth. Not wholly unpleasant, but enough to discourage you from trying again. The strange dinosaur had a bizarre scent about him - completely foreign and alien, sticky and reptillian. You'd smelled worse, really...

And then you were twisted around. The mandibles folded around the back of your head, and your face was engulfed by a fleshy sphincter - the back of the creature's throat. You tried to pull away out of reflex, but the mandibles tensed and guided you into the squishy darkness. The flesh parted for you - and you were sucked inside the impossibly tight depths.

Your cries of surprise were muffled by the flesh that filled your mouth - his slippery, fleshy insides engulfing you. The surrounding flesh was a dark purple - you could just barely make out amidst the pulsing, encompassing heat. Your arms were effortlessly pinned to your sides, and the mandibles splay loosely around your shoulders, guiding your bare chest and back into the fleshy depths - his tongue paying careful attention to your pert nipples and bizarre little navel. His digits curiously caressed your form, meanwhile - paying careful attention to the fabric that surrounded your nethers. When the powerful, padded digits of the sangheili probed under your waistband and between your rumpcheeks, you involuntarily tensed up - likewise, when he did so with the front of your body. You heard a muffled, worty giggle escape the creature - before efficiently gulping you stomach deep into his body.

Any attempts to free yourself were fruitless. Your shoulders were bound, and your hands, at most, got a useless grip on his mandibles before slipping into the gooey warmth of the sangheili's throat. His arms no longer held you - your legs dangled from his maw, the reptile tilting his head back - and letting you slide deeper into his gullet. Though, his mandibles were curious, groping rudely at the front of your garments, running between your legs, and squeezing your bare buns.

You weren't expecting it, to say the least - not that any of this was coming easily to you. The elite seemed pleased with how it made you wriggle, and squirm, surgically extracting your tight, saliva-slimed undergarments from your kicking legs, and tossing them aside with the rest of your clothes, now in a frozen heap on the floor. You winced a little - his tongue brushing over your bare extremeties before they vanished into his tight, dark throat.

The pulsing, fleshy vicegrip of his throat compressed your entire form - guiding you through his esophagus to the depths below like the last bit of toothpaste being wrung from the tube. Your lovely little squirms amused the sangheili to no end, the gluttonous reptile seeming to trill as you twisted around to try to get comfortable, only to be reshaped by his oppressive throat. It wasn't until your knees slipped past his mandibles that you felt the pressure relieved, crowning around your face and head.

You tumbled into his squishy depths - starting to spill completely into that taut, expanding stomach. The blood no longer rushed to your head, and you slowly began to upright yourself. His mandibles sealed around your squirming, frigid toes - tongue curiously caressing the soles for a moment before they vanished into his tight throat with a lewd *gluk!* and a satisfied wort.

It was actually rather pleasant inside, if completely alien and bizarre. The insides expanded gently to embrace your form, holding your body inside the slimy depths. There was a strange, pervasive slickness that seemed to wrap around your entire body - a mixture of his inner lubricant and saliva pooling around you. Your body spilled in completely without incident, filling out his tummy and forming a cute, barely distinct paunch... there was even wiggle room! You could press out freely in just about any direction, but the insides would soon contract back to their natural, fleshy shape. The interior felt something like being inside a melting marshmallow - warm, gooey, soft, and pliant.

A satisfied, deep belch rattled from the sangheili, and his mandibles fluttered lightly. You couldn't help but be a little grateful that, for the first time since you'd wound up in the Russian wilderness, you were perfectly warm. Something came over you, and a low, relaxing haze seemed to sap the energy from your body. Your eyes grew heavy, and you sunk into the fleshy depths, lulled by the perfect, fleshy purple darkness, the pounding of his powerful heart, and the gentle rhythm of his breathing.

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You came back to your senses to a strange scent. A peculiar, pungent, though not wholly unpleasant aroma. Your perception of time had sort of been dulled - you hadn't thought about it in ages, but you'd been in there for a while. A meditative haze overtook you, and next thing you knew - you were laying flat, engulfed by warm, strange squishiness. There was a heavy musk about you, too... alien, masculine, and thick. The pheramonic stink stirred something up inside you - and the uncomfortable fleshy warmth that surrounded your body had, whether you liked it or not, sort of worked you up. Still, you felt strange - sorta sleepy, hazy, dazed... you were being squeezed all around by some strange, fleshy warmth, until you hit a tight, clenched wall.

"--Wort."

The creature strained. The flesh clenched around you - and you felt the insides contract. At once, the sangheili's strength became apparent - it felt like you were being squeezed... nearly crushed, against a strange, clenched wall-- and it got tighter, and warmer, and hotter, and...

Plup. The tension departed your face, and you found yourself squished between two fat, oily pillows - wobbling gently around your features. It finally dawned on you what had happened - the elite was, to put it delicately, squeezing you out. To be a little less diplomatic, he was pooping you out, whole. Your face poked through the soft, ebon flower of the elite's delicate pucker, and he slowly squeezed out your face, head, and neck. You weren't home free yet, of course - even with his hole around your neck and shoulders, your entire head was still buried between his masculine bubblebutt.

Squirsh.

Your blurry vision adjusted, and you saw the insides of his ship. Your shoulders wriggled free - and his body continued the natural state of affairs, squishing you out of his tight hole inch by inch. Every soft contraction and clench squished you out inch by inch. The warm, oily flesh of his buns cradled your body and held you steady - the tight cleft kissing you goodbye as that strained ebon rim flexed around your form.

Once your arms were free, you could brace yourself on the tiled ground - and peer back at your captor. He was fully armoured, with underarmour parted around his buns... otherwise, his expression was strained - doubled over his console, eyes lidded and mandibles shuddering as he slowly birthed you back into the outside world. The fresh air finally gave you a frame of reference for how thick and potent his insides were - you nearly choked, realizing that the oily musk still clung to your body - massaged into your form by countless hours spent in his tight depths. It'd probably take more than a couple of showers to wash off.

Those cheeks were enormous, too! You could hardly see over the swell of his perked up thighs, the perfectly sculpted haunches flexing gently - and beneath them, the sway of those bowling-ball sized nuts in perfect rhythm with his flesh.

A little shudder escaped you - his flesh would slowly squeeze out your thighs, the silken muscle of bootyflesh cradling the most sensitive parts of your body as they were squeezed back into the outside world. You couldn't help but be a little turned on - the sensation was one thing, but the pheramonic-scent drove you wild, whether you liked it or not. At the moment - you couldn't care less...

But your knee felt a strange bump - and with it, his entire body twisted. The curious twisting of your legs was only natural - you were trying to get comfortable as his body squeezed you out. No one could even blame you for twisting your knee up - bumping into that sensitive little spot of his - and pressing so firmly that his entire body would twist. His mandibles flexed - he cried out with delight, and his form shook - thighs bucking into the empty air, involuntarily pulling you back in a few inches - and gushing his thick, gooey payload across the ground - splattering the bioluminescent pink seed across the floor and his own plated chest. You couldn't help but feel a smug sense of satisfaction as the creature gasped - heaving with the embarassing afterglow, and expediently depositing you onto the ground with a rude, wet clench.

The sangheili gasped, peering back at you across his shoulder through half-lidded eyes. "Eheh... I see you are fine, human." he cooed, his voice low, and relaxed. You could see the stars through the portholes on either side of him - on some manner of sangheili vessel, in outer space. "I... did not stumble upon you. I responded to your distress signal. You're welcome." the titan growled - helping you up to your feet. Your legs were a little shaky - and you couldn't help but dwell on the strange scent. An involuntary shiver - you sort of came to rely on that heat that embraced you for... however long.

He guided you to his captain's chair, and sat you onto the comfortable, if oversized furniture. "I shall transfer you back to the UNSC forces for safekeeping as soon as we meet them again. Until then, you are the property of me, this ship, and its crew. I pray you'll enjoy your stay."

And abruptly, the elite sat down. His enormous form sat on the chair as if you weren't even there - nestling your lap snugly against his bare, unarmoured bubblebutt, and letting your thighs press between his buns. You gasped - your arms reached out to try to embrace those fat, juicy hips, but they barely even made it all the way around his buns, the titanic alien grinding his bubblebutt lewdly against you.

A satisfied, low trill escaped him, his soft oily cheeks wiggling your frame deeper - your face pressed to the small of his back, and the soft, dime-sized pucker clenching needily upon making contact with your bare, sensitive flesh. "I've informed the company looking after you that you are safe, and they should relay that message to those who it concerns. It will likely be a few weeks before we meet up with them again. However, until then..."

The sangheili clenched, and peered over his shoulder at you - a low, predatory glint in his golden eyes. "We have saved your life, and are owed more than a little gratitude, whelp. I will see to it that you pay it back to us in full, be it as a morsel, a toy, or furniture."

The massive, white-plated elite trilled quietly, relaxing against you. He'd gotten rather comfortable around you - and truth be told, once his weight shifted primarily onto the chair, you'd gotten rather comfortable around him.

"Enjoy your stay."