FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Turns out that playing a lot of TiTS will give you strange, sexually confusing dreams. This is my best approximation of one of them. It's also both my first foray into erotic sci-fi and the first erotic story I've written that has an actual human in it. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy.

The alien was drunk.

This wasn't too surprising, she'd been plowing through cocktails at an almost impossible rate for nearly an hour now, intrigued by the trace of sugar in each drink. She dared not take anything sweeter, but Decker could see her scarlet eyes zipping over to the sugar bowl every so often, watching intently as the robotic barkeep methodically added sugar cubes to a row of Old Fashioneds.

“Do you think…?" She began to ask, then shook her head with just a hint of light self reproach and turned away, deciding to deprive herself for the time being. Given that she had done the same thing before starting on the cocktails, Decker didn't have high hopes for the alien's sense of discipline keeping her from further intoxication.

Decker himself was more than a little buzzed but had kept himself pretty firmly on the coherent side of things. As much as a part of him wanted to abandon inhibition and join the crimson eyed alien in contented drunkenness, there were still things he wanted to check out.

He was at a party somewhere on the outer ring of the Trans-Lunar station, the very spot where first contact had been made however many years before. To one side of the great big room everyone had gathered in was the moon, dotted with mining stations and the gentle glow of ultra low orbit satellites, some zipping only a few dozen miles above the surface.

The station itself was nestled perfectly into a Lagrangian point, just beyond the moon and at the very edge of the earth's sphere of influence. It meant that the station was able to stay roughly in the same place, relatively speaking, without having to burn much fuel at all.

Decker thought he could probably explain it, but something told him that the alien already knew all of this, though probably by different terms. They were both members of spacefaring civilizations after all.

She tossed back her drink and smiled pleasantly at him, eyes drifting slightly out of focus.

She was taller than him even while sitting, not least because she was resting atop the barstool in what came close to a kneeling position, digitigrade legs folded beneath her, skintight white pantsuit perfectly outlining her round rear. She had no tail, unlike half of the aliens that circulated through the party, but still she seemed to twitch her hips from side to side in rhythm to the music. It was something mid century, full of steel drums and trumpets.

“Would you like to try one?" She asked, indicating the Old Fashioneds, even as they were eagerly grabbed up by a small crowd of azure skinned axolotl looking aliens. They grinned at one another, silently flashing messages back and forth with their luminescent frills. It was weirdly hypnotizing to watch, pulses of color running along their necks from jawline to throat.

Decker tore his eyes away and let them fall back onto the alien, which wasn't difficult. For being built so differently to a human she was pleasant to look at, tripping none of the instinctive triggers that came along with encountering a species that was truly out of the ordinary.

Of course, what was even ordinary anymore?

Decker had been very small when first contact had been made, alien ships from a half dozen different confederations and trade empires making a long awaited and meticulously planned arrival just past the earth's moon.

There had been some confusion, but that had stopped after the first few panicky rounds of negotiation and only one near atomic exchange. The quarter century since then had been pretty exciting, provided one wasn't too strident a xenophobe.

He was still trying to recall the exact native name for the alien's species as he nodded. He supposed it probably wasn't too politically correct to simply refer to her kind in his head as 'the red ones', but that was where his brain went, no matter how hard he tried to correct himself.

And, it really wasn't all that bad a descriptor. She was indeed various shades of red from head to toe, covered in soft, chitinous skin and, over that, an almost invisible fuzz of tiny articulable hairs that filtered particulates from the air and allowed her to breath through her skin if she so needed to.

She'd been surprised to find that humans couldn't absorb oxygen through their skin.

“What are these pores for, then?" She'd asked earlier in the evening when the subject came up, poking Decker's arm with the tip of one long crimson hued finger.

The concept of sweating through one's skin had inspired a shivery burst of delighted horror from her. Her kind cooled down by lying very still and breathing through their mouths. A bit like dogs, Decker had remarked…and then had to explain what a dog was.

He liked exchanges like this. Perhaps it was why he'd come to serve aboard the station and aid in interspecies diplomacy. Perhaps it was because a lot of the aliens were also very pretty. Humans had started to seem kinda bland after a few months on the job. What was a difference in skin color or eye shape next to a species that breathed through its skin and was covered in chitin like an ant?

The alien ended up drinking most of the Old Fashioned, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head, a shiver going down her spine. The drink had to be almost overpoweringly sweet for her, and it was only reluctantly that she handed it over to him, her movements a little imprecise. She was blinking more often now, the sclera of her eyes glowing a gentle pink. They'd continued to get brighter the more she drank, a bit like a human blush.

“This is nice." She said after a moment, idly licking the tips of her fingers, where she'd accidentally sloshed a little bourbon while picking up her last drink.

Decker finished the Old Fashioned and felt it trace a pleasant, heated path down to his stomach. There was a trace of black lipstick on the rim of the glass, leftover from the alien. She had on a tasteful amount of makeup, carefully applied, all entirely black. It served to emphasize her lips and eyes, Decker thought.

And what eyes she had. They were more or less human in appearance, with sclera and pupils, though her crimson irises had been shot through with splinters of the deepest black.

Those eyes were slightly crossed now, but the alien seemed in fine spirits, leaning ever closer to him as he set down the bourbon glass, her shoulder meeting his. She smelled almost like pepper, Decker thought, and put an arm around her before he could convince himself otherwise. She felt very warm and seemed to be vibrating, as though she had a little motor in the very center of herself that was beginning to overheat.

The alien snuggled against him, nearly falling into his lap, Decker having to brace himself against the bar to keep from toppling off of his stool.

“Why do human drinks have to be so tasty?" She mumbled, half to him, half to humanity as a whole. Her words were slightly slurred, breath rich with alcohol. It all seemed to be catching up with her at once.

For a moment Decker considered asking if she was okay, then the alien's eyes slid shut and she let her chin fall to the spot between his neck and shoulder. She made a soft, contented whirring noise and then was relaxing, body going limp.

He tapped gently on her shoulder but the alien was well and truly out. The robotic bartender quietly cleared his glass away, pausing to give Decker an apologetic shrug.

…It really was a pity. He'd been having such a nice time comparing his human attributes with her alien features that he hadn't even gotten the chance to flirt all that much. Still, he supposed there were other fish in the sea. Or aliens in the cosmos.

Standing up, he shifted the drunk alien into a fireman's carry, careful to keep her head cradled. She murmured something, shifting slightly in his arms, then he was carefully sidling through the crowd, attracting more than a few amused looks from humans and aliens alike as he went.

As he went Decker couldn't help but glance back over his shoulder. The room they were in was large enough that he could see the floor curving ever so slightly upwards, encompassing a portion of the gravity ring they were all aboard. It was spinning fairly slowly, the view of the moon he'd admired earlier being left behind, replaced by a breathtaking expanse of stars that seemed to teem with promise.

Somewhere out there were planets and nebulae and entire galaxies absolutely teeming with life. What he saw of extraterrestrial life now could only be a tiny sliver of what was truly out there.

On the edge of the party, beside the edge of the great big floor to ceiling reinforced glass window, was a pastel hued tent, perhaps ten feet tall and another thirty wide, ringed by a few patient androids and robots. The nearest one, a floating model powered by hidden fans, turned to face him as he approached, a digital screen lighting up to make an approximation of a comforting face.

“Another one?" It asked sympathetically, holding the tent flap open.

Looking beyond the robot and into the tent itself, Decker could see that the party had already claimed a few victims. The tent was a safe place for people to sober up or just sleep in peace. There were private berths as well, and as Decker stepped inside he steered for one of those, settling the alien gently onto a foam pad, maneuvering her onto her side as he did so, propping her there with pillows. Perhaps half of the tent seemed to be filled with pillows of all shapes and sizes, the fabric gently shifting from color to color. Some of them even emitted a pleasant hum.

“Hmm?" The alien mumbled, eyes flickering open for a moment, settling on Decker's face, still struggling to focus, “…where…oh." She stared glumly at her surroundings, “…I'm sorry."

Decker shook his head.

“It's fine," he said, “hey, maybe after all of this we…uh…"

The alien had begun to snore.

Oh well. He stood back up and exited the berth as quietly as he could, one of the robots gliding in to look after her. It offered Decker a little congratulatory sticker reading something like 'I was a good friend' but he turned it down and stepped out of the tent, the noise of the party rushing back to greet him.

“That was decent of you." A voice came from his side.

He nearly jumped, glancing quickly over to see…

It took him a moment to make sense of the speaker's body. For a moment he thought he was looking at an anthropomorphized bobcat and was trying to remember the alien races that looked like that when he noticed that the legs she was standing on weren't her only legs. She kept going, body sticking out behind her, like a feline centaur.

He blinked, caught off guard. He'd heard of races like this but hadn't ever seen one before, not even after some time working at a diplomatic post. For a moment he stared, confused and intrigued, then realized that he was gaping.

“Um…" He managed.

The bobcat laughed, gently amused by his reaction.

“Do you do this every time a girl pays you a compliment?" She asked. Her eyes were a muted amber, fur dappled gray and white. Was that winter coloration?

Decker wasn't sure what to say, he was still working past his surprise. It reminded him a bit of how he'd reacted upon seeing his very first alien, a little creature that had been contained within a pressurized pod behind tinted glass. He hadn't actually caught sight of the alien itself, but as it spoke he'd come to the realization that there before him was another intelligent life form, a person even, and one that had just traveled entire light years to be there.

He probably hadn't made an especially good first impression upon the extraterrestrial community, but since then he'd gotten used to it all.

Or…

Well.

“No," he said, shaking his head, “I mean, um, I guess now I do."

Shit. Awkward. He searched desperately for a subject to turn the conversation to, eyes settling on the bobcat's upper body. That was better, it was positively normal compared to the rest of her. She was about his height, maybe an inch or two shorter, but if she decided to stand on her hind legs (hind hind legs) she'd have to be at least ten feet tall, maybe more. She was dressed, like most of the other aliens, in fairly human attire. Human dress had apparently become something of a fad in a lot of alien worlds and, more than once, Decker had seen alien dignitaries come through the station very proud of their short sleeved t-shirts, which they were certain were the height of taste and fashion.

The bobcat had on a loose, fairly sheer blue dress top, the bottom stopping just below her stomach, cut to trace the sides of her front legs. Beneath it Decker could see the bulge of a utility belt, filled with little zipped up pockets. The bareness of her legs gave the initial impression that she wasn't wearing pants, which was slightly jarring until Decker reminded himself that he was looking at what was effectively a continuation of her stomach. It was reasonable not to wear anything there. Her back half was…

Okay. She wasn't wearing anything below the 'waist'. Decker took his eyes away, reminding himself again that staring was rude. He needed a conversation starter, before he ended up looking like a total weirdo or, worse, some quivering xenophobe.

Oh. She wasn't wearing a translator, there was no headset tucked into one ear, to convert his words into whatever her native language was.

“No translator?" He asked, “you speak English pretty good…well…your English is good."

Oh fucking boy.

The bobcat raised her eyebrows, still clearly amused by how flustered she'd made him.

“Thanks," she said, “…say, you're a diplomat, right?"

“A glorified receptionist," Decker said, fighting the urge to let his eyes drift back to the bobcat's animalistic lower half, “I'm the guy who approves visas after visitors clear security."

“You been on the job long?" She asked.

Decker thought he knew what she was getting at.

“I'm really very sorry if I was staring or…"

She shook her head, smile exposing the sharp white points of her teeth.

“It's fine," she said, “I kinda like it when people are taken aback. Am I your first taur?"

Taur?

Oh. Cen…taur. Okay.

He nodded, still feeling just a bit bad, but if the bobcat was going to take it in stride then he supposed he'd take the opportunity to leave the whole uncomfortable moment behind.

“What do you do?" He asked.

The bobcat shrugged, glancing over to the bar.

“I fly a cargo ship. Got a whole bunch of titanium right now, gonna take a day or two to get through customs so I figured I'd stop by here. You guys having a party?"

“It's Mardi Gras." Decker said.

“What?"

“It's an Earth thing. Like, uh, there's a city in my country that started it, but now pretty much everyone does it."

“What's it about?" The bobcat asked, curious. She'd tucked her thumbs into the band of her utility belt and was leaning her upper half slightly back to look at the ceiling, where a small puddle of balloons had gathered, being anxiously monitored by a small crowd of drones.

“I…don't know actually," Decker admitted, “I guess it's just a chance to party."

The bobcat chuckled.

“Sounds alright to me. Care for a drink?"

With that she was turning towards the bar, careful not to accidentally shot anyone aside with her back half. Turning to follow, Decker saw that he was directly behind the bobcat. Her stubby feline tail, its underside covered with snowy white fluff, was flicked proudly up, but beneath it, between her hind legs, was nothing but a strange white patch of contradictory light fields that reduced the space to an indistinct blur. She had to be wearing some sort of modesty device, Decker realized, one that threw off a weak hologram. He looked away, feeling vaguely guilty for ogling her.

Still, she wasn't bad looking. Her fur was neatly groomed and she carried herself with a confidence that was hard to ignore. He got the sense that very little ever ruffled the bobcat.

He sat down, watching as the pair of barstools next to him shrank into the floor, replaced by a raised platform that afforded the bobcat enough space to lie her animalistic half down, legs tucked beneath her. She looked a bit like a sphinx when she sat like that, Decker thought.

“So," she said, “what's your poison of choice?"

“Are you buying me a drink?" He asked, surprised.

The bobcat raised her eyebrows.

“What, would that offend your masculinity?"

Decker couldn't help but laugh.

“I'm not gonna turn down a free drink," he said, “…thanks."

He ordered something light, the bobcat deliberating for a moment before settling on vodka.

“Only human stuff on tap here?" She asked.

“It is a human station." Decker said.

The bobcat shrugged, allowing his point. Her position had left her turned more or less towards him and so she let her gaze take purchase. Decker wasn't entirely sure whether she was sizing him up or just waiting for him to speak.

“I don't think I got your name." He said after a moment.

“Heidi." She said.

Decker raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised to hear such a…human name come from the bobcat's lips. A lot of alien names were structured in such unusual ways that they simply couldn't be translated. Some used low frequency vibrations, others communicated via mathematical equations…

“Decker." He said, extending a hand. The bobcat met it with an uncertain fist bump, then laughed at the look on his face.

“Isn't that how humans greet?" She asked.

“I think we'd have to be doing the same thing," he said, “otherwise it wouldn't work."

“No," Heidi shook her head, “I saw something about this. One person puts their paw straight," she demonstrated, like she was about to offer a handshake, “like it's a blade. The other puts their paw into a fist, then they meet and it's like breaking a blade on a rock. Isn't that how humans signal peaceful intentions?"

Decker blinked.

“…I don't think so," he said, “but that's kinda neat. Is that what your people do?"

Heidi shook her head, then downed her vodka in a single gulp, not even reacting to the burn. She slid the glass back to the robotic barkeep, who caught it in one of its many metallic arms.

“Nope," she said, “we hug. If you've got both your arms up then you can't draw a weapon and stab the other person in the back."

“Oh."

“How do humans greet each other?" Heidi asked.

“Lots of ways," Decker said, “we say hi, we wave," he demonstrated a friendly little wave, which seemed to amuse Heidi, “we shake hands, which was…kinda like what we just did, and we hug too, but that's usually for people who are already friends."

“So…I couldn't hug you?" Heidi asked, mildly confused, “that seems kinda limiting."

“You could," Decker assured her, “I mean, we're talking, we're being friendly. You just bought me a drink after all."

“Good." The bobcat leaned in before Decker could react and enfolded him in a tight, fuzzy hug, his face buried in the soft fur between her neck and shoulder. For a moment he was paralyzed again, surprised by her strength, then he remembered his half of the gesture. Both of his arms had to be present too, otherwise there'd be an unspoken assumption of mistrust and backstabbing.

Heidi was soft, her fur surprisingly fluffy, and now that he was practically being pulled against her Decker realized just how warm she was. For a moment he wondered if she was running a fever, then dismissed the thought. Alien physiology was just different…and it made sense that someone as big as the bobcat would have to burn hot in order to keep their biological functions ticking smoothly along.

He felt slightly dazed when Heidi released him from the hug, the phantom sensation of her fur continuing to tingle along his cheek. Her fur had fluffed up just a little, he realized, her whiskers trembling in place.

“You smell really nice." She said.

Decker offered a smile, taking the compliment in stride.

“Thanks." He couldn't think of a compliment to return with, his mind was still fuzzed by…well…he supposed it showed on his face.

“…You wanna go somewhere quieter?" Heidi asked.

He was nodding before he was even consciously aware of the motion. At the same time a little part of him wondered if maybe he was biting off more than he could chew. Heidi was…different, and that was putting it lightly. Would he be able to deal with her unusual anatomy? What if he underperformed?

But overpowering those worries were the positives of the situation. Heidi was pleasant, she was clearly interested in him, and her fur had been so so soft and warm. The thought of getting to experience more of that was enough that he stood up from the bar without hesitation, letting Heidi take the lead.

She cut through the party like the prow of an icebreaker cleaving an Arctic sea, glancing back behind her to offer Decker a sharp toothed smile. Then they were beyond the main room and into a less crowded hallway lined with temporary rooms. These were ostentatiously meant for travelers waiting for their visas to be approved or cargos to pass through customs, but at least half of the occupied rooms had only been rented for an hour or so, according to the digital timer on the door, counting down to when it would next be available for rent. Just enough time for a quick mid-party tryst.

“I'm up here," Heidi said, dipping one paw into a pocket of her utility belt and coming out with a little silver chit.

Decker looked up, from where his eyes had fallen to her stubby little tail, still flicked proudly upright. Then the door just ahead of Heidi was sliding open with a whoosh of compressed air.

The interior was neat and the bed still neatly made up. It was one of the larger rooms, to accommodate Heidi's size, Decker supposed, and he glanced around as he entered. Her bags were in one corner, a duffel and a backpack, both unopened. Evidently she'd been curious enough about the party that she hadn't even stayed to unpack her essentials.

Aside from that little splash of personal effects the room was clean and quiet and very much how Heidi had probably found it. Decker watched the bobcat turn around, and suddenly she was shucking her dress, letting it tumble onto the floor next to the bed.

Heidi's chest was just about flat, breasts hidden by a silky tuft of fluffy white fur that covered her chest. Decker stepped closer, hands going to the bobcat's hips(?), helping her undo her utility belt. It was promptly tossed into a chair next to the door. They hesitated, face to face, for a moment, then Heidi leaned in for a kiss, arms wrapping around Decker once more, pulling him against her.

He could taste a hint of vodka, then mint behind that. Her tongue, slightly rough, flicked against his, inviting him to reciprocate. He did, encountering sharp teeth for a moment, Heidi reaching down to grip his rear with both paws, pulling him in tight against her. Through the fluff on her chest Decker could feel the hardness of her nipples poking against him, an unfamiliar, almost musky scent filling the room. It took him a moment to realize that it was Heidi's arousal, the bobcat shifting her weight from paw to paw, clearly anxious to proceed.

Decker blinked, Heidi smiling against his lips before slowly breaking the kiss, breathing noticeably harder. The fur on her chest was standing almost completely straight and there was a rough, throaty purr bubbling up from deep in her chest. He could feel it vibrating through her, all the way to the tips of her fingers.

She let him go, eyes flicking over him.

“Strip," she all but ordered, “I want to see you."

Decker obeyed, kicking his shoes off and following them with his shirt and pants. As he did so he saw Heidi's tail flick and heard something clatter to the ground. Was that the modesty device she'd been using?

The bobcat appraised him for a moment, eyes passing over his body, coming to a halt between his legs. He was already hard, cock twitching in place.

“It's so…smooth." Heidi noted, staring with open curiosity, shifting from side to side to get a better angle. Decker stayed still, feeling a bit like a museum piece. Then the bobcat was reaching down, taking his length in both paws, approximating its girth. Her velvety pads played along his length, fur only enhancing the sensation. Decker pressed his hips forward, Heidi smiling at his initiative, a bead of clear pre emerging at the tip of his cock.

She delicately dabbed it up with the tip of one furry finger and tasted it, like a connoisseur with some rare ingredient, eyebrow raising after a moment.

“Hmm," she said, “you're sweet."

He kissed her again, the bobcat stroking his member with short, urgent motions, one paw dropping to fondle his balls. Then, suddenly, she was breaking away, retreating alongside the bed where she rolled onto it, prompting a strained squeak from the frame. For a moment Decker wasn't sure what she was doing as he watched the bobcat squirm into a better position…then suddenly she was on her back, legs opening, revealing a fluffy white furred stomach and, between her hind legs, a delicate pink slit practically swimming in moisture.

Heidi looked up at him, then crooked a finger. Decker needed no invitation, following the bobcat onto the bed, the scent of her arousal all but overwhelming as he settled between her legs.

She squirmed in place, a desperate little growl bursting out from between her lips, legs twitching in place, hips bucking. Decker lined himself up, the tip of his member brushing against the bobcat's sodden folds for a moment, then he was sinking into her silken slit, Heidi gripping down hard on him, all but forcing his cock further into her slick hole.

For a moment all Decker could register was heat, a burning sensation flaring up between his legs. It seemed to strangle all other feeling, the incredible warmth baking up from within Heidi. She let out a long, unapologetic moan, shivering in place. Whatever her species, evidently they were supremely sensitive. And though Decker had feared, however momentarily, that perhaps the size of her equipment as opposed to his would create problems, it was clear now that those worries had been unfounded.

Heidi was tight, feline slit gripping hard onto his cock, her hind legs folding over his hips, shoving him further into her. Decker stifled a gasp as he hilted into the bobcat's spasming pussy, her front legs clasping over him as well, all but forcing him parallel to her, enveloped in soft fur and a quietly overwhelming sense of strength.

He could feel her paws over his back, enormous but still shockingly soft. Heidi held him in carnal embrace for a silent moment, her breathing hectic, getting used to his length. Then she spoke, an air of command still intact even as she was pushed further and further down the road towards total pleasure induced incoherence.

“Fuck me," she breathed, “fuck me, fuck me…" She repeated the words like a mantra, her voice breaking into purrs and groans as Decker began to obey, working within the confines of the bobcat's enthusiastic grip. It still felt strange to be dealing with someone whose body shape was so…off, but she was soft and eager and achingly tight. He didn't hesitate for a moment, eagerly pumping his length into the bobcat's slippery pussy, her tail twitching beneath him, velvety fur caressing his balls.

Heidi came almost immediately, the very tips of her claws working loose from their sheaths, but though Decker felt a hint of their presence, the bobcat still had enough control over herself not to accidentally fillet her mate. Instead she gripped him tighter with her front legs, nearly driving the breath from Decker's lungs, pushing his face into her chest. He could feel her heart hammering against one cheek, Heidi gasping for breath, hind legs twitching in place as her inner walls rippled around Decker's cock.

Now that he'd gotten more or less used to just how impossibly hot she was, Decker could feel other sensations leaking through the warmth. There was the incredible wetness of Heidi's pussy, the way she clenched down on him at the height of each thrust, and the way she almost seemed to resist letting him slide back out, as if imploring him to stay, hilted into her, forever.

And more than that, Decker could hear the bobcat's demands that he fuck her harder breaking into moans and growly purrs, her legs trembling even as she held him tight to herself. It spurred him on, his breath coming faster as he felt an almost electrical tightness begin to gather in the center of himself, pre leaking into the squirming bobcat.

“I'm close." He panted, still hammering into her, eyes flicking up to meet Heidi's gaze.

“In me." She breathed, then bucked her hips up to meet his next thrust.

Decker stiffened and hugged himself as tightly to Heidi as he could, gasping into the bobcat's chest as a white hot spasm of pleasure blanked the world around him. For an indeterminable time there was only him and Heidi, the bobcat quivering in place as hard jets of hot cum flooded her pussy.

Decker wasn't sure how long he stayed clasped to her, but after some time the hard edges of his climax began to fade and he relaxed against Heidi, the bobcat still catching her breath. Reaching down, she stroked her fingers through his hair, rolling her hips in place as she did so, savoring one last shiver of pleasure.

Decker withdrew his spent cock with a pop, a trickle of white running over the sodden fur that surrounded Heidi's hole. The bobcat stretched out, gently guiding herself onto her side, taking Decker with her as she did so. He let out a slow breath.

“Wow." He said. There didn't seem to be any other words in his head.

The bobcat smiled and kissed him gently on the lips.

“I think I'm gonna just…recover for a bit," she said, “if you want to leave then that's okay."

Decker slowly shook his head, drawing himself closer.

“I'm fine right here." He said, and kissed her back.