FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

5284 words.

The little room was cosy in its own way, and after a few weeks stuck in a tiny one man scout ship it seemed like heaven. A real shower, an actual full size bed. Everything is relative, I kept telling myself.

This outpost was nothing to write home about, but after trawling about in deep space I found it strangely homely. Seeing people, even the kind of rough edged crew who worked the outworld mining settlements, was a joy. I knew I was mostly a loner, but even I needed human contact after a while. The bar in the freighter bay was popular with the locals, and popular with me too.

I remembered the bartender from a previous visit, coming back from Epsilon Eridiani. He liked bending an ear whenever he got someone to listen long enough. An old hand, with a lifetime spent on the outworlds and on freighters, he had recommended a good place to stay, where the linen was mostly cleaned and you got a small porthole with a view of the planetary surface. Under the odd blueish glare that came from the local stellar pair, in fact one red dwarf orbiting a blue giant, it looked eerie but quiet.

Staring into the distance, I made up my mind. I had been warring with the impulse, but I knew deep inside I was going to give in. After all, it was one of the real attractions for me, and I had come to rely on it like a drug.

My bartender mate had given me a contact in the service levels, a payment for my willingness to listen, and a couple of vidcalls later it was all set. It would cost me a bit of cash, real cash in fact as this would require currency and not an e-card but I always carried some for just such emergencies. Experience had taught me well.

The electronic chime sounded loud in the small room, and I was momentarily startled by the two-tone warble. For a second I swung round looking for the control screen, as the chime sounded a lot like the alert tone from the navcomputer on my ship, but I shook my head to clear the panic and noticed a small light over the doorway that signalled a caller.

The vidscreen by my bed showed the identity of my caller, and I let a slow smile cover my face as I looked him over. Perfect; I made a mental note to leave something extra nice for the bartender before I left the station.

A touch on the button and the door opened silently. I was facing a huge figure, at least compared to me. But that was exactly what I was after.

He was an equine; some sort of heavy breed too, they came in several different types just like the horses of old Earth, though they were all big bruising bastards. This one was a good seven feet tall, huge across the shoulders, and obviously built like a heavy cruiser under his one piece jumpsuit.

The horse had a black mane braided tightly and deep brown fur visible on his head, and the most unsettling eyes, blue and piercing. He watched me, impassive for now, nothing obvious showing on his face but I got the feeling I was being sized up. I shook my head to stop the disquieting thoughts and motioned for him to enter.

He walked in readily enough, and stood at the end of the bed, watching. His ears swivelled, pointing sideways then towards me, and his nostrils flared slightly. I chuckled softly, remembering past experiences. I knew the routine by now, the way they got the measure of a human. It was almost endearing.

“I guess Rackley explained…"

The stallion held up his hand. “No need human. I know why I am here. As do you. So…do I pass inspection?"

It surprised me I guess, given how conscious of being sized up I had been, but of course he was right. I was doing the buying after all, and I needed to approve the merchandise.

“Strip off horse." I said it with flat disinterest, but of course I was most interested. I just wanted to put him back in his place a bit.

His blue eyes blazed a little, but he obeyed. The jumpsuit came off, to be laid carefully on the small desk beside the porthole, and he stood with apparent disinterest, arms folded, and eyed me up with the deadest expression I had seen outside a morgue.

He was magnificent, I had to admit. Huge muscles, broad shoulders, narrow hips, bulging thighs tapering to delicate forelocks coated in soft black feathering. His forearms had the same soft fur, matching his mane and tail in colour, and his ears I suddenly noticed were black too. He had a white patch of thicker hair between his pecs, highlighting the heft of his chest, the thick slabs of muscle surmounted by fat areolae and nipples the size of my little finger.

The real treat was between his legs though. A thick sheath with wide dark opening, and a heavy sac with a pair of testicles the size of oranges. Above his sheath was a path of curly dark fur, and it acted as the source of what appeared to be a trail of dark fur that went up his abdomen until it plunged into his thicket of white at his chest.

There was one more detail, and I examined it with detached curiosity. At his neck he had a shiny metal plate, hanging from a chain. It had been hidden by the collar of his jumpsuit, but now stood out against his deep brown coat. I read the inscription.

Property of Naxos-Yamaguchi Mining GMBH. Serial number F-24A3E7.

“Well?"

His voice was deep, like a rumble from the engineering decks. It betrayed no anger, only impatience.

“Yeah, you will do."

I managed to make it sound nonchalant, but inside my heart was racing.

Without a word I handed him the 100 credits, which he stowed in a pocket of his discarded jumpsuit. I knew of course that equines weren't supposed to have cash at all, after all they were property, but everyone turned a blind eye. They tended to use it to buy stupid stuff anyway, gifts for their fellow horses, bits of metalifabric for their manes, a picture of Earth, some genuine apple preserve from the hydroponics farms. Harmless really. And it made them eager to earn money which provided a constant supply of willing studs whenever I spent time on station, so I had to applaud the arrangement.

“What do you like human?"

The sparkle was back in his eyes now, and I stared into them and gave him a big fat grin.

“I like to be fucked. Not too rough now, at least at first, my ass cant take that. But yeah, I have a taste for what you lot have between your legs, so that's what I'm after. You up for that?"

He returned my smile with his own, those big flexible lips splitting into a grin showing off white teeth and his left ear swivelled and flicked. The sparkle in his eyes went nuclear.

“Very well human, if you insist."

I had made sure to have everything ready of course, plenty of lube and all. I threw him the bottle and peeled off my flight suit, before sitting back on the bed to watch him. He had dropped, and I couldn't help licking my lips at the sight of his cock. Thick, over twelve inches, and the delicious pink and black mottled look I liked the most. His flare was not too big, and he had a big wide piss slit that winked at me as he slicked up his cock. Once he let it go, it slapped his belly, making a satisfyingly loud thud as erectile flesh hit muscle.

“Get on all fours then human."

I hesitated a second but did as he said. This was also familiar; they seemed to like this position, like taking a mare I guess. Funny, as very few of them ever got to have a mare. Most were bred in a test tube, the genetic line carefully chosen for strength and resilience and not much else. Ever since our genetic engineers had begun experimenting on hybrids for the dangerous work of space, and settled on equines as the perfect compromise, we had been tinkering. For our own needs of course; they really didn't matter. But generally they now came from the cell banks and mares were used mostly to carry the embryos to term, with the majority of embryos selected as males for work.

Mining, construction, labour. Strong, hardworking, mostly docile. If they proved difficult, they were gelded, but thankfully enough remained intact for my purposes. And even if they never got to see a mare for real, they seemed to know instinctively how to mount. Apparently even genetic engineering can't remove some traits.

With my ass in the air I awaited my stud. I heard the clop of his hooves on the metal floor, the creak of the bed adjusting to the bulk of a fully grown stallion. Then something unexpected, fingers sliding over my back.

“Your kind always feel strange. The skin is unfamiliar to our kind, and you have so little hair."

I shuddered at his touch for some reason. Perhaps because it felt gentle, the most gentle touch I had known for far too long. He let his fingertips barely touch my skin and it almost tickled as he explored my body. Back, flanks, up to my neck, then playing with my hair.

“Short…"

“Yeah, I keep it that way in space. Makes it easier when I have to use a helmet, and the sweat drips off easier."

“I know the feeling, we spend so long in a suit and the sweat is pouring off but no stallion would shave his mane voluntarily…"

That goaded me a little, and I sounded a bit waspish as a result.

“I guess that is the difference between a human and an animal then."

His hand stopped moving, and I held my breath, but nothing bad happened. His fingers left my head though, and I felt a deep pang of regret. It felt good, and I missed it, as much as his touch on my skin also felt good.

He ran fingertips down my spine, and then rubbed one at the very top of my cleft, and that did it for me. I gasped, and my cock shot to full erection. He chuckled.

“Sensitive…like a colt. No tail, yet you react like touching one of us here under the dock."

“Yes, I'm sensitive there…"

“Perhaps we are not so different human."

His exploration continued, stroking fingers between my cheeks all the way to my scrotum as I writhed under his touch. He spread my cheeks and I moved my legs wider to assist, his stroking driving me wild.

Then he bent forward and I felt hot breath on my pucker.

“Ohhh!"

Rough tongue, hot, wet, all over me. I cried out when he licked my hole, and then louder as he lapped at my taint, then almost fainted when he sucked my scrotum into that hot muzzle and his lips and tongue worked me over so good. I was leaking now, and he reached under me to stroke my cock, fingerhooves hard against the shaft but then soft pads against my straining cock head. Was careful.

“Fuck…you are good at this…"

He leaned back a bit, and I had to let out a little grumble as I felt his muzzle leave me. That would teach me to talk to one of them.

“What did you expect human? What do you think we get up to in the barracks."

It had not occurred to me, but now I had a mental picture of these studs fucking all night and my cock leaked even harder.

“Do you…do you have a…"

“A life partner? No…we are denied that by you." His bitterness was obvious now, but he controlled it quickly. “We have our herdmates though, stallions, geldings. We look after each other, and pass the days as best we can."

He returned to my body and I forgot my curiosity for now in the sheer luxury of his touch. He was more insistent now, spreading my cheeks, fingers probing at my wet pucker.

“Ahhhh!"

“So tight. You are tighter than a colt, tighter than your own mares. I wonder how you take us some times."

“Just be gentle horse…"

“Of course. You bought it."

One finger spread my pucker, easing inside. Even his finger was huge, like a thin cock in its own right. Then a second spread me and I had to stifle a whimper. I did not want the brute to think me weak. He took it quietly though, easing in deeper, then spreading his fingers, until he found my prostate and stroked in a slow easy rhythm and I was panting and pushing back against his hand.

“Oooohhhhh…"

“That's it human…you are almost ready…"

“Please!"

“Hmmm needy stallion. The type I like."

His bulk shifted and I felt the rasp of fingers leaving my wide open hole, and the kiss of a well slicked horsecock against me instead. I had never found a guy with a cockhead big enough to make it feel as good as one of them. There was nothing like a flare taking you, and then the added spice when the medial slid through your pucker and you were filled with throbbing stallion.

“Ready human?"

“You know I fucking am…AHHHH!"

His flare punched inside me, splitting my hole, and I almost blacked out. He was teaching me a lesson, this one, but I liked that too. Rough and eager, like a stallion should. No human could do that right either, even when I found some hard as granite cargo worker down the bar. We had made them better than us it seemed, or at least in this way. The sheer power of a stallion fucking had to be felt to be believed. And I knew this one was sufficiently pissed off to give it to me.

In good time though.

“Take it slow first horse…"

He obeyed, with a whinny and a nicker of anger, but he obeyed. His flare slid inside and stopped, right over my prostate. He inched back and forward, rubbing my nut so beautifully, while his hands caressed my hips and ass. His nickers turned to little moans, and he pushed in harder, a harsh penetration, a deep ache inside me as his flare hit my nut, then a so gentle withdrawl.

“Ride the winds herdmate…"

“Ohh yes…"

I could feel it almost, the ride, or at least the motion of a ride in my mind. I had gone riding a few times in the sensortanks, the simulation supposed to be near perfect, and I felt it now, the wind in my hair, the great muscled bulk under me, the painfully harsh feel of a trot, the ache, the scent.

Except he was riding me now, and the ride was becoming harder.

My skin suddenly felt alive, and it was because I felt fur all over. He had leaned over me, and his hands found mine on the bed, propping me up. He wrapped his fingers in mine and I held him tight, and his chest rubbed over my back. I could feel the path of white fur against me now, between my shoulder blades, and his muzzle on my neck.

“You are beautiful for one of them human. Beautiful…"

“Ohhh God…"

His hips bucked and he rammed his thick head into my prostate, again and again, yet his hands and his muzzle and his body held me in place, ready to take the onslaught. My fingers dug painfully into his, squeezing hard, but he remained unmoved and still rode me, his thick flesh rasping over my straining tunnel.

“Let it out herdmate…let it out…"

“Ohhh…"

“So close, I can feel it. The way you clench."

“Ohhhh God…"

“Harder now, at the end of the ride."

The sensation in my cock grew, spreading from my depths, my balls, my chest. I screamed, I moaned, I begged. He licked my neck, then bit softly, then harder, the pain a counterpoint to the burn in my hole and the burn suddenly blossomed. I unloaded, my cock spurting on and on until I collapsed on the bed short of breath with the heavy mass of a stallion over me.

“Now the real race begins human."

I wanted to beg him to stop. I wanted to beg him to go on. In the end I could not speak. He took me, hips rising and falling, body writhing over mine, lips on my neck kissing the raw spot where he had bitten, then kissing my hair, then lifted above me as his breathing became harder and his deep moans grew in volume and he began to slam into me with all his might and I held the bed and rode out another orgasm of my own just as he let out a screaming whinny and my depths filled with stallion heat.

When he was done he pulled me onto my side against his chest and he cuddled me like a lover, and his hands stroked my hair.

He was still inside me, hard but motionless. I could feel the pulse of his flare though, it was in time to his heartbeat which I felt against my back.

“Not bad human. A worthy bedmate."

“Hmmm…"

I was too lost to think much. His embrace felt so good. Too good; my mind was lost in the memory of a ride again, and in memories of other things, more problematic and laced with pain.

“So when are you heading off station human? And where to next?"

I snuggled against his body, safe and warm, and for now totally satisfied. I did not know the animals could be curious, but apparently this one was.

“How did you know I am leaving?"

He gave a nicker and licked my neck as if to distract me.

“A good guess. Your flight suit. So?"

“Well, I work for the terrran communication service. I go to all the stations maintaining comms gear, checking on automated signalling systems, that sort of thing."

“Ahhh sounds responsible." He continued stroking my hair, and his lips felt amazing on my shoulder.

“Yeah, it's lonely though. I am heading back to Terran control next though, some time back on Earth is always good."

His stroking stopped suddenly, and he gave me a single kiss on the head. Then he pulled from my ass and I gave him a little mock grunt of complaint, though it did hurt a little to be honest. He seemed preoccupied though, and he stood and trotted over to his jumpsuit and fumbled in the pocket.

It took me a second to realise what had happened, and then I was too dumbfounded to speak.

He was standing naked, almost as I remembered him when he stripped, one arm across his chest, his cock now inside his sheath though a small fraction showed from the lips, his pink flare glistening with lube and cum. But now he was holding a gun, a very efficient looking personal blaster, probably a model KP-23, fairly standard in black market circles and otherwise limited to security staff.

The muzzle pointed at me, dark and forbidding, and in a pair of I noticed very steady hands. His eyes were still that same blue, and they sparkled, but the grin was a little sad.

“Not all of us use the money you give us to buy apple concentrate and decorations for our manes. Now it is I giving the orders human…"

****

Out in space, I was back in my element, but it did not make me feel any better. Not with a stallion pointing a blaster at my head.

“Horse, what the fuck do you think…"

“Just do your job human."

“What are you doing?"

“We are going to Earth, you and I."

I was too shocked to speak. Hybrids were expressly forbidden on Earth. He would not last a second.

“Why the fuck do you want to do that?"

“I have my reasons."

“You are totally fucking mad. They will spot you in a nanosecond and fry you like a bug as soon as we dock."

“I know. I am not planning on docking."

I looked at him, appalled.

“What if I refuse."

“Then I will not hesitate to blast you human, though I will regret it for however long I have left."

“If you do that in here, you will probably puncture the hull and kill yourself."

“Then I will not have to regret it for long."

His sardonic smile was so knowing, so altogether human, I almost cried. But his eyes were hard. I turned back to the controls.

“You told me you were heading to Terran Control human. You will have preclearance from NavCommand One. You will be able to use the jump portal without inspection. That is why I chose you, if you are wondering. So no tricks human. I know, and I have planned. Just do what I tell you."

I had a sudden feeling of helplessness. His hand reached for me, and he ruffled my hair.

“I am sorry my herdmate. But it must be done."

Wondering how the fuck I had gotten into this, I nonetheless worked the controls with professional efficiency. We maneuvered into a transition orbit, and I plotted the course for the jump portal.

The radio crackled.

“Scout TCS one niner seven. Transmit authorisation."

I hit the contact, and sent my coordinates and travel documents. The computer did as it was told, oblivious to the large stallion behind me. I waited, cringing inwardly.

“Scout TCS one niner seven. Authorised to jump. Good luck one niner seven."

I almost forgot the read back, but a nicker from the horse knocked me out of my daze.

“Err…TCS one niner seven…thank you and good day."

The mouth of the jump portal opened before me. The stars twinkled thorough it, beckoning like a lover. And then there was a flash, and when my eyes cleared, the star pattern was different, and the sun visible off to port was yellow, not blue.

“Well done human. Now, I presume you have a re-entry suit in case of emergencies?"

I nodded, a little dazed. “Yeah, locker twelve. But…"

He gave me that smile again. “It is ok herdmate, I know it will be a tight fit, but they are made to accommodate a wide range. I will fit, just."

As we completed a short burn to line up for Earth intercept, I looked at him again. His ears were twitching, and his face grim. I had to know.

“What are you doing horse?"

He looked at me, and the eyes held mine. He seemed to make up his mind.

“Do you know what it is like to be a slave human?"

“No…no…but…"

“But what? What am I but a slave?"

“You are an animal…"

“In your mind. But then what are you?"

“I…I…am a human being!"

“Hmmm…perhaps. Well, I am a stallion. Do you know what we dream human? The scent of earth and grass, the feel of the wind in your mane as you run across the plains, the whinnies of a herd under the sky."

I was shocked to the core.

“How do you …"

“I do not know human, but it calls to us. Tell me, what calls to you? What have you lost, out here, running around at the call of your masters?"

“Fuck off! You don't know me!"

He was against me then, holding me. I shook, and he stroked my hair.

“You do not know us well human. We know, the horses. We know when you are in pain, when you are running away."

“You cannot know!"

“Shhh Dylan. All will be well."

I was still in my control position, shaking, when he returned. He was holding the helmet, and the blaster was nowhere to be seen.

“I know what I am Dylan. And I do not want it any more. I want to be free, even if only for a short time, to know the world of our ancestors. To feel grass, and wind, and sun and sky. To run, if not with the herds, as the herds once did. I choose. And you will have to as well."

“How do you…how do you know me…"

He looked sad now, and a ringing in my head had grown to an angry scream.

“You know how Dylan. I am sorry."

We were orbiting low, when he headed for the airlock. He paused a moment, and gave me a wave.

“I am called Wildmane, by the way. Not so wild now though; perhaps I have learned from you. It would not fit inside the helmet."

As the machinery worked through the lock cycle I headed towards the control panel, wondering at his words. Beside the lock I found the blaster, and his plaited mane, neatly cut. And then the ship shuddered and I knew he was gone. I stood for a long time, ignoring the increasingly frantic calls from the radio, until a patrol frigate came to call on me and demand answers to certain questions about an unauthorised atmospheric re-entry by a mysterious suited figure.

***

Seated across from Section commander Troy I found I could not concentrate well. My head ached, and I found my eyes scrunched under the onslaught. He was solicitous, and offered me a glass of water and a pain tab.

I accepted the water but not the meds. Somehow I knew they would not help.

“So Dylan…quite an ordeal."

He was smiling, behind the desk, with his fingers nicely steepled and an expression of benevolent concern on his face. I trusted it about as far as the door.

“Yeah…not every day you get hijacked by a rogue hybrid."

“Indeed. Well, at least no harm done."

I looked up at him now.

“What…"

“Terran defence command picked his signal up, of course. He made landfall successfully, the Steppes of the old Russian autonomous region in fact. He didn't seem to have any real plan. Airborne units tracked him running across the ground and neutralised him."

Neutralised. I cringed.

“He…"

“He didn't make contact with anyone, at least as far as we can tell. Nobody knows a rogue equine managed to make it to Earth except a couple of patrol crews. And it is going to stay that way…"

His expression was not so benign now.

“No. Of course…"

“Good Dylan. So tell me, do you know why he did it?"

I let out a deep sigh. “He wanted to feel like a horse for once."

That drew a chuckle. “Really. That all? Command were all worried about some sort of equine uprising. Should have known they were jumping at shadows…"

“He did make it to Earth!"

“And got blasted into fragments within half an hour of landing. Animals…that is all they are. Property. Still, it seems we may need to modify their genome further. It seems we made them a little too good in some ways, a little too like us. This is a disturbing incident, and we need to take it seriously. Still, it is over. And now we need to look after you Dylan."

He rose and came over to my side of the desk. I stood too, looking out his window at the city around us, the trees, the lights. And imagining the sky and the plains, the grass and the thunder of hooves.

“You know, I thought we were good. But I realised, even our genetic engineering can't remove some things."

He grunted. “You would be surprised."

I could not tell him how glad I was to hear the frustration under his confident words.

I was ushered down a corridor, and after several doors, we came to one marked DLN.

The ache in my head had blossomed like a nova.

“Welcome home Dylan."

The door opened, and I walked inside. On a table to my left lay a man. And the man was me.

“Another of your clone batch. Don't worry 328, he is being reprogrammed. Just as you are going to be; we need to wipe the memory of your horse friend."

“No…no…"

I could not move. I could not resist. I could not stand.

And I dreamed of the grass streaming past, and the wind in my hair, and the thunder of hooves.

****

The station was quiet, and I headed for the bar as usual. The bartender seemed not to know me though, and he was clearly uncomfortable at my presence. I left quietly, heading for an accommodation section I somehow knew would be ok. It was too, with fresh linen, and decent rooms not too expensive.

A door chime sounded, and it startled me for a moment. I was not expecting a visitor, and really nobody would know who I was anyway. I walked to the door and checked the vidcscreen. It was an equine!

Not knowing why, I triggered the door.

“Hello?"

He was tall, as they all were. This one had a dappled grey coat, and a black mane, and green eyes. He looked apprehensive.

“You…you asked about a stallion for…from Rackley?"

I nodded, suddenly sure I had, but not remembering it. I smiled finally, and ushered him in.

He looked beautiful, not as bulky as most, leaner but still muscled. And his eyes were bright.

“So, one hundred credits?"

He nodded and still held my gaze.

“Strip for me horse."

He complied, and his body was revealed for me. He was truly beautiful, though different to him…to him…

“Am I more beautiful than he was?"

I shuddered at the comment. It was as if he had been in my mind.

“What…what…"

“Am I more beautiful than Wildmane?"

The sound of hooves echoed in my head, and I felt my self leave my body. I watched, detached, as he trotted to my bag, left casually on the desk, and reached inside.

He pulled out a length of stallion mane, carefully braided, and turned to me. His eyes brimmed with tears.

“Is he…"

“Yes."

I rode on the plains, a shire horse beneath me, his hooves echoing on the hills. I lay with a stallion in this room, his body on mine, mine on fire, with his cock burning a path into my soul. I lay on a bed in a laboratory, beside another just like me, with my mind under the watchful gaze of a machine that harvested and then ordered my thoughts. And I screamed without a voice, into the darkness.

When I came to I was in his arms, and he was holding me like a baby.

“What am I stallion?"

“What am I?"

In truth I did not know. But some things I did at least know now.

That there is no genetic code for freedom, or for love, at least not one that can be cut out and remodelled. We are wild, and we are animals, and we love and hate and only lose our humanity when we forget we are both.

And that somehow, some way, I would run free like Wildmane, and a lot of people were going to pay. In my own time, and in my own way.

“Please herdmate…will you make love to me?"

He was more than happy to. And that made me happiest of all.