FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"The ghost boy's here!" Adam called. A few partygoers glanced up at the rabbit standing in the door, equipment case in one paw.

Kairo shrank from the attention. "That's me."

"Come in, man. You can put your stuff wherever."

"Thanks."

"Want to do a jello shot?"

"Uh, sure."

Kairo followed the husky into the house, pausing in the living room to set his case down. It was only 9pm but, judging by the empty bottles, cans, and plastic cups littering every available surface, the party had already been going for some time.

Frat boys filled the small space, chatting loudly over throbbing pop music. All were canids and all had groomed fur, confident grins, and bodies trimmed sleek or else toned with muscle. Statistically unlikely as it was, they were all hot. Or maybe that was just the rabbit's pent-up libido talking.

Arriving in the kitchen, Adam reached into a cooler and pulled out several cups of brightly-colored goo. "Ever had one of these before?"

"Once, I think," Kairo lied.

"Hey, Big Ben!" Adam shouted down the hall.

"What?" someone shouted back.

"Jellies!"

A huge Bernese lumbered over to join them. Towering over the dogs around him, he wore a tank top over his round belly and tight athletic shorts over his thick thighs. Kairo, unable to resist looking down, found he could practically trace the outline of his sheath.

When he was able to look up, he noticed with a blush that the dog was looking back at him. "Who's this?" Big Ben asked Adam.

"This is Kai. I texted you about him, bro. He's in the ghost hunter class."

He shrugged. "Nice to meet you, Kai. I'm Ben." He put out his wide paw and nearly pushed Kairo backward when they bumped fists.

Adam peeled open three shots. As if summoned by the sound, an already-sloshed collie appeared and made puppy dog eyes at Adam, tail wagging dumbly. The husky feigned a dramatic sigh before opening a fourth one for him.

"Thanks, babe!" said the sloppy collie. He slurped it down and melted back into the party.

Kairo picked up a neon green shot and, through a combination of squeezing and shaking the plastic cup, managed to get the cold jelly to slide down his muzzle.

He coughed, startled. "That's strong!"

Adam laughed and clapped Kairo on the back. "Right? Aiden's gotten really good at making them."

As the warmth of the alcohol bloomed under his fur, Kairo realized the drink had been mixed for a carnivore's tolerance. One more of those would put him on his tail. Unbidden, he remembered a common porn trope featuring this exact situation, in which an herbivore would get too drunk too quickly in a room full of carnivores, who would then proceed to take advantage of the weakened prey.

"How do you and Adam know each other?" Big Ben asked.

"I only met him yesterday," Kairo replied, grateful for the distraction. "I was on my way to Phasmology class and he stopped me to ask about the spirit box I was carrying. I explained what it was, and then he invited me to the party."

Adam nodded eagerly. "'La Casa Perro' is old as shit, and I swear stuff moves around on its own sometimes. I figured Kai would get a lot of ghosts to talk to for sure."

Kairo, meanwhile, figured a demonstration might impress the husky or his frat brothers, and maybe even lead to a hookup. Pi Beta was famously queer, and with so many people in the house that night surely someone would be attracted to the gawky little rabbit.

Big Ben was unimpressed by Adam's claim. "Pi Beta has the house exorcised at the end of every semester."

"They say they do, but I lived in a haunted house growing up and this totally feels the same." He turned to Kairo. "What do you think?"

Kairo didn't want to dampen Adam's enthusiasm, nor challenge the imposing Bernese. "I wouldn't know."

Adam had already dashed elsewhere by the time he got the words out. Sliding open the glass door to the backyard, he called to a group sharing a pipe outside, "Get in here! We're about to do ghost stuff!" When they didn't move right away, he let out two high-pitched yips and ran out to them. The husky was drawn into their conversation immediately and it didn't look like he would return soon.

In the ensuing silence, Kairo turned to Big Ben, trying and failing to settle his gaze somewhere that wouldn't turn him on. "So, what's your major?"

"I'm pre-med."

"Oh cool, so you want to be a doctor?"

"Yep. That's the plan."

Kairo wanted that second drink already. "Uh, Adam mentioned stuff moving around the house on its own. Have you seen anything like that?"

Big Ben shrugged. "Not really. I think Adam is just ADHD and forgets where he puts things. Then again, who knows? You're the expert."

"Yeah." His ears warmed. "Well, I'm not an expert. I'm just a freshman. But I can still take a look."

Adam reappeared in a cloud of weed smoke, trailed by two other canines. One was a soft-looking jackal in round glasses, red flannel, and a beanie. The other was a rail-thin fox, obviously the more avid stoner judging by the ostentatious pot leaf on his baseball hat.

The husky clapped his paws together. "Let's do this!"

They went to the living room. Adam sat on the couch and put his arms around the shoulders of Flannel Jackal and Stoner Fox on either side of him, leading Kairo to wonder just how friendly the three would be with each other behind closed doors. Sloppy Collie took a nearby armchair while Big Ben, lacking the enthusiasm of the others, leaned against the wall with his huge arms crossed. A surprisingly large crowd of other canines joined them as Kairo unpacked his equipment.

"Ooh, what's that thing?" asked Sloppy Collie.

"This is a temperature gun," Kairo explained. "Ghosts draw energy from the surrounding environment in order to manifest, creating 'cold spots.' This will beep if it detects one."

"What about that thing?" Stoner Fox asked. "It looks like a desktop vape."

"That's actually a spirit box." Between the alcohol settling into his system, his familiarity with the topic, and the attention of the hot boys, Kairo's confidence was lifting. "It scans radio frequencies to create random noise that paranormal entities can manipulate."

"In English, doc!" Adam called in a joking tone.

"In English," he answered, smiling, "it means the spirit box will let us talk to ghosts. That is, assuming there are any here, that they want to talk, and that they can manifest with enough strength to do so."

Kairo switched on the temperature gun and waited for it to calibrate to the ambient temperature. Everyone watched with surprisingly rapt attention, even Big Ben, who couldn't keep his ears pointed away even as he buried his muzzle in his phone. Although ghost hunting had become a mundane blue-collar profession, somewhere between home inspector and pest exterminator, Kairo suspected that most people still held a secret fascination with the paranormal.

"I'm ready to start," he said. "Can someone turn the music off?"

"Aw man, I've been waiting for this song to come up on the playlist all night," Adam whined.

"Just do what the rabbit says," Flannel Jackal said. His voice was surprisingly deep and authoritative, and Kairo flushed at the sight of the cute dog coming to his defense. Pouting, Adam switched off the speakers and a tense silence filled the house.

"Thanks," Kairo said. "Okay, I'm turning on the spirit box now." Kairo had only conducted a séance once before, and it had been under the close supervision of Professor Englund. He considered giving the same warnings that the professor had given him - "use a calm tone of voice," "be polite," "don't invite possession, even as a joke," and so on - but decided that would make him look too dorky in front of the frat boys.

He flipped the switch, and the speaker began to chug rhythmic bursts of static as the device changed frequencies. The rabbit took a breath and asked the standard opening question. "Is there anyone here who wishes to communicate?"

Every ear in the room perked, straining to detect a signal in the noise. Some of the harsh hisses almost formed syllables, whether by random chance or by picking up stray transmissions from nearby radio stations, but none were a coherent response.

He increased the scan speed and tried again. "We're here tonight to speak with you. Can you tell us your name?"

The spirit box cycled through every available frequency twice, but still no voice answered the call. Kairo worried he was losing his audience, some of whom had resumed sipping their drinks and checking their phones.

"Sometimes it takes a minute," he said apologetically, then decided to give it a third and final attempt. "Is there anyone here who-"

The temperature gun beeped as a voice cut in, "Seth."

Eyes widened, tails puffed up, and Sloppy Collie gasped and choked on his drink. Even Big Ben straightened and uncrossed his arms in open shock. The voice, shaped as it was from whatever random noise could be snatched from the air, was startlingly uncanny even without considering its supernatural origin.

Despite the fur standing up on the back of his neck, Kairo managed to collect himself and ask another standard question. "Did you used to live here?"

"Used to." Assuming Seth was being honest, that narrowed down the type of entity he was - not a shade, poltergeist, or demon, but a formerly living person.

"How long ago did you live here?"

"Long ago." Considering his short answers and his repetition of Kairo's own words, Seth must not have had much power. Even his cold spot was imperceptible without the temperature gun.

"Can I ask how you died?"

The static chugged on for a long moment before Seth answered. "Drowned. Winter."

Big Ben stepped forward. "Seth...Stephenson?"

Another pause. "Seth Stephenson."

"I read about you," the Bernese said wonderingly. "My class used you as a case study for hypothermia. You fell through the ice of the Huron River in 1996, right?"

Two brief crackles. "Fell. Ice. Cold. Cold." Another long pause and then, more quietly, "Cold."

Kairo realized now how morbid this whole thing was. He had put a damper on the party, and no one would want to speak to him again after this.

Flannel Jackal pushed his glasses up on his muzzle and cleared his throat. "Were you also in Pi Beta?"

"Pi Beta. Brother." The random noise that shaped Seth's voice sounded brighter, easing some of the tension.

Sloppy Collie's ears lifted. "Hey," he slurred. "You said '96, right? Our team was good that year! We would have made the Sugar Bowl if it wasn't for goddamn Florida." The room murmured its negative feelings toward the Sunshine State.

"Florida," Seth agreed.

Stoner Fox grinned. "At least he didn't live to see us get knocked out like that."

Though the ghost didn't respond, Kairo hoped he appreciated the humor, dark as it was. Choosing another standard question, he asked, "Are you bothered by the changes in the house since you died? You can answer 'yes' or 'no.'"

"No."

"I'm glad to hear that. Do you feel that you left unfinished business in life? 'Yes,' 'no.'"

"Yes."

Dying so suddenly, it was natural that he would, Kairo thought with a pang of sorrow. "Is it anything we can help you with? 'Yes,' 'no.'" Another long moment passed with no response.

Adam's ears perked and he sat bolt upright, nearly elbowing the heads of Flannel Jackal and Stoner Fox. "You said ghosts draw energy from the environment, right? What if we let Seth charge from our phones?"

That definitely went against best safety practices, as it was impossible to tell whether a spirit was really benign or only pretending. However, the room had formed a real bond with Seth and Kairo didn't want to get in the way of that.

He nodded. "Sure. Go ahead and put them next to the spirit box." The frat boys did so eagerly, and the rabbit added his own phone to the pile of offerings. "Seth, you have our permission to draw power from the electronic devices on the table. Do you think you can do that?"

No answer, just the ongoing churn of meaningless noise. Then Kairo's phone pinged from the top of the pile - an alert of a sudden decrease in battery. "This may indicate a ghost manifestation nearby," the notification text said helpfully.

"Seth?" he asked in anticipation. "Are you still with us?"

"I am now, dude!" Seth replied. Though tinny, his voice was now as natural as any living person's.

Big Ben and Flannel Jackal visibly startled, and Kairo was surprised by the dramatic change as well. "That's good!"

"You're coming through, like, crystal. Thanks, man, I feel way freakin' better."

"No problem, Seth. We can always recharge our phones later, so feel free to take what you need. Earlier, you said you had unfinished business - can you tell us what that is?"

"Yeah, I was supposed to get crunk at a homie's party the night I died. Since then, I've watched you all throw rager after rager and I've been mad jealous."

Kairo was surprised by Seth's retro vocabulary, almost a parody of 90s slang, but it made sense. He had learned in class that ghosts often clung to the differences between their own time and the present, resulting in stereotyped language like this.

Seth concluded, "All I want to do is drink and get laid one more time."

"Fuck yeah!" Sloppy Collie shouted, loud enough that the neighbors probably heard him.

Kairo's fears eased. Seth was just another himbo, one who happened to be dead. Even the scratchy static behind his voice had softened into a gentle whisper. "Is there any way we can help you with that?"

"I don't think so but I appreciate the offer, little dude."

Kairo looked back at the other boys. "Does anyone else have questions for Seth?"

Stoner Fox raised his paw as if in class. "Ever smoke weed?"

"Hey, wassup? No, I never tried it and I'm hella mad about it!"

"Really?" Stoner Fox asked, dumbstruck. "Never?"

"Never!"

"Damn."

Flannel Jackal asked, "What kind of music were you into?"

"All kinds of stuff, but mostly alternative. Pearl Jam rules! Best band ever!"

"Pearl Jam is grunge, not alternative," he muttered.

"Don't correct the ghost!" Adam chastised him.

Big Ben asked, "Did you have a girlfriend?"

The static returned as the question sank in. Two more phones pinged battery drain alerts. "I'm, like, gay," Seth answered finally. "The other guys in the frat weren't chill with it like you all are, so I never told them."

Kairo asked the natural next question. "Did you have a boyfriend?"

"I did back in Minnesota. When I moved down here, I left him behind without saying anything. That was bogus of me, and I totally regret it."

"Maybe we could look him up online to see how he's doing," Adam suggested.

"As if! That was like twenty years ago. Plus only nerds use the Internet, and Evan wasn't no nerd."

It seemed Seth was aware of some of the things that had changed since he died, but not all of them. It was charming, but deeply sad as well. For all the flaws of the world of 2018, Seth should have had the chance to see it.

"I wish there was a way for you to really be here," the rabbit said. "You would love it. Most people here are gay-" Pausing for confirmation, he was happy to see nods from Adam, Big Ben, Flannel Jackal, Sloppy Collie, Stoner Fox, and several other canines around them. "And this party is...totally extreme."

Dissonant thunderclaps erupted from the spirit box, making Kairo hop several inches in the air, but he relaxed when he realized it was the sound of Seth laughing. "You sound like such a dweeb, little dude." Kairo blushed at that. "That would be so gnarly, though. Thanks."

The background whisper of the spirit box softened further, a soothing caress against Kairo's long ears. He could almost hear Seth's upbeat personality in it, could almost visualize him. Having been born in 1999, Kairo could only work with stereotypes, so he imagined baggy, distressed jeans, frosted ear tips, and a chain wallet. As for species, for some reason he felt certain Seth was a coyote.

As the static droned on, Kairo's head began to spin. Apparently the jello shot had hit him harder than he thought. Now quite dizzy, he glanced at Sloppy Collie's armchair, wondering if he should ask to sit. Sloppy Collie returned the look with an uncomprehending wink.

Distantly, he heard Big Ben ask Seth, "Is the afterlife...okay?"

"It's great. I have a halo and hang out all day on a cloud playing a harp. Not! Honestly though, it's a'ight. Not as bad as the worst parts of being alive, but not as good as the best stuff either."

"Sounds like a good reminder to carpe diem!" someone said. When everyone looked up at Kairo, he was surprised to realize that he himself had said it.

Big Ben frowned, confused. The rabbit tried to express confusion of his own, but found that he couldn't work his muzzle. His vision swam and his hearing grew muffled as though he were underwater. A half dozen phones beeped power drain alerts, but the only thing he could hear clearly was the comforting static filling his head.

Seth lifted Kairo's arm and switched off the spirit box.

"Kai? What are you doing, bro?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, what the hell?" Stoner Fox protested. "Seth was still talking to us."

Whether he meant it or not, Kairo had totally invited Seth in with that whole "I wish you could really be here" thing, but he didn't think the other guys would see it that way. "Chillax," he said. "Seth would want us to enjoy the party instead of dwelling on sad old shit."

"You're so right, bestie!" Sloppy Collie said, apparently unable to read the room. When he failed to find agreement he sulked into his drink, lapping it up with his tongue like a puppy.

"You're acting strange," Big Ben said to the rabbit.

These guys were totally cramping his style. Fortunately, he now had spooky ghost powers to persuade them with. "Carpe diem, my dude," he said to the room, putting as much energy into his words as he could spare. Another phone beeped, and then one after another followed like popcorn popping off in the microwave.

Adam's eyes glazed over immediately. "He's got a point. Carpe diem." Several others softly echoed the phrase. Their postures slackened as soon as they said it, and Seth even saw some of their muzzles fall open.

Flannel Jackal nodded. "Carpe diem." With those words, his ears drooped in relaxation.

Stoner Fox was already so high that the difference barely registered. "Carpe diem or, as I like to say, carpe blaze 'em." Someone threw an empty cup at him for that.

"One hundred percent carpe diem. What does it mean, though?" Sloppy Collie asked dreamily.

Seth answered, "It's some saying the Romans invented. I think it means, like, 'don't worry, just party.'"

The Bernese was unmoved. "I just think it's weird that we hung up without saying goodbye."

Seth leaned down to the spirit box. "Peace out!" he said with a wave. "Happy, big dude?"

"Whatever. I'm not going to argue about it." The Bernese sighed in resignation. "Thanks for the demo, Kai. Adam, I guess you were right about the house being haunted after all."

"Hell yeah I was!" the husky said, wagging his tail.

"What do you say, Big Ben?" Seth asked. "Carpe diem?"

"Why do you keep saying that?"

Seth thought for a moment. "Because it's true, dude. There's so much stuff to appreciate if you chill out and take it in. Like, it's so quiet in here without the music on that you can hear so much freakin' stuff outside. Birds, crickets, cars."

"Okay?"

"So just focus on that. Just relax and enjoy what you've got. It's a party, right? It's the perfect place to let everything go. All that stress from class, all that worrying, all that tension in your body."

Big Ben still looked guarded, but less so than before. "I do need to unwind, but-"

"Then just repeat after me, dude, and I bet you'll feel better. Carpe diem."

He sighed. "Sure, why not? Carpe diem." The moment he said the words, the tension left his bulky frame and he relaxed back against the wall. Like the others, he was now soft and pliable.

Seth wished he could veg with these guys without using the bogus hypno stuff, but he was glad it was done. Being in a body again was rad. He could taste and smell the air, appreciate every vibrant color, and feel his weight sink those big bunny footpaws into the cool wood of the floor. As much as he wanted to take the time to absorb it all, he had mad unfinished business and not much time to settle it. With all those obnoxious exorcists always coming around, forcing him to make himself small, he never thought he'd get an opportunity like this.

He padded to the middle of the room, moving slowly so he wouldn't trip over Kairo's floppy stompers, then yanked the leashes he'd fastened to the boys' minds. Every canine in the room snapped to attention and turned toward him.

"Let's get down to biz," he announced. "Raise your paw if you want to fuck me!"

No one treated the question as odd, and at least half the paws in the room went up. He felt Kairo's shock and excitement at the sight and grinned. This was going to be a hell of a ride for the little dude.

He gave the leashes another tug. "Sick. So, here's the dillio - everyone who has their paw up is going to stay here. Everyone else, go carpe diem somewhere else for awhile."

The room thinned out. With less body heat to cover Seth's cold spot the temperature gun on the table began to beep rapidly. He bent down and switched it off.

"Who wants to drink?" he said.

Sloppy Collie ran to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of gold liquor and a stack of plastic shot glasses. He laid the cups on the coffee table and clumsily filled them, barely managing to avoid spilling on the ghost hunting equipment and phones.

After the shots were distributed, Big Ben raised his cup. "To our fallen brother, Seth."

There were solemn nods all around the room. It was a total bummer. "I've got a better one," Seth said. "Fuck Florida!"

That got some tails wagging. "Fuck Florida!" they agreed, and tapped their cups together.

Seth nearly splashed himself with liquor as he mistakenly tipped the cup where his coyote muzzle would have ended, but he felt Kairo guide his paw to the right place. He mentally thanked the little dude, glad to see he was on board for all this.

The drink was sweet, and it soaked into his small body instantly. The little dude was going to get wasted at this rate. Then the burn of raw cinnamon filled his sensitive nose. "What is this stuff?" he asked through watering eyes.

"Fireball!" Sloppy Collie said.

"Of course you would drink that shit," Big Ben grumbled, to which Sloppy Collie stuck his tongue out.

"Huh," Seth said. "I thought Fireball was only, like, a Canada thing." Judging by the confused looks the dogs gave him, it seemed he had said something wack. He would have to be more careful to avoid tipping them off - his leashes could only pull so far.

"Anyway," Adam said, changing the subject. "Someone mentioned fucking earlier - we still on for that?"

Every dog fixed their eyes on Seth. Some of their looks were hungry, predatory instincts lit up by the sight of increasingly inebriated prey. It would be intimidating if not for the total control Seth held. But what exactly did Seth want to do with that control?

He looked between the tall, skinny Stoner Fox and the short, muscular Adam. Either of them would have been his type when he had been a buff coyote who could easily bend them in half, but looking through Kairo's eyes changed his perspective. Not just literally, in the way that he now had to look up so much, but also in the exciting way the rabbit's shorter, weaker body (No offense, little dude, he thought) made him so vulnerable.

Deciding to solicit ideas from his captive audience, he turned to Big Ben. "You had your paw up, big dude. What do you want to do to me tonight?"

The Bernese crossed his arms and looked down, surprisingly shy. "I'd like to, uh..." Seth gave the leash a tug to encourage honesty. "I wanted to tie with you. If you're into that."

The tent in Big Ben's shorts stretched the tight fabric, and Seth could only imagine how big it would get when he was fully unsheathed. He was unsure whether Kairo's body could even handle a knot, but the idea made his chest flutter and the alcohol buzzing in his blood made it hard to worry about the consequences.

"I want to huff your musk." Stoner Fox volunteered this information with no tug needed. "Bunnies smell so good."

"Same," Flannel Jackal said. Then his ears flattened. "Why did I just say that?"

"Don't be embarrassed," Sloppy Collie reassured him. "You two can take his pits and Adam will take his paws."

"Shut the fuck up, dude!" Adam said, sounding shocked. "But...yeah, I would be into that."

The other dogs around them nodded and murmured about fucking his muzzle or sucking his cock or cumming all over him. Heat rushed between his legs. The sight of so many boys eager to use him got Seth going, and holding their leashes was a mondo power trip.

He looked back at Big Ben. "How about you carry me up to your room?" he asked.

Without hesitation, the Bernese squatted and wrapped his huge arms around the rabbit's waist. Seth let out a very un-coyote-like squeak as the ground slipped from under his footpaws and his body draped over Big Ben's shoulder. If Big Ben wanted to, he could snap the rabbit's body in half, or just pin him down and take what he wanted. Such a submissive thought was alien to Seth but, from the wordless thrill it sent through Kairo, he figured he could give it a try.

"Wait up!" Adam said. He scrambled after the Bernese, trailed by Flannel Jackal and then by Sloppy Collie and Stoner Fox when their dulled reflexes kicked in. After them followed other canines - an African wild dog, a fennec, a maned wolf, a tanuki, and even another coyote.

Big Ben climbed the stairs and stopped in front of a bedroom. He shifted Seth to free up a paw, opened the door, then unceremoniously dumped the rabbit's body face-first on the bed. Before he could raise himself up, the huge dog crawled over top of him, shading his vision and replacing every smell in the room with aroused musk.

Seth felt an iron-hard rod grind under his tail. Big Ben moved softly at first but soon picked up the pace, humping so hard that the cheap headboard banged against the wall in time with his weight crashing into Seth's body. When a particularly hard thrust drew a squeak out of Seth, Big Ben stopped immediately. "Too hard?" he asked with concern.

Seth tried to shake his head, buried in the pillow as it was. "Naw, dude - that was a good sound."

That was all the encouragement Big Ben needed, and Seth let out another squeak as the Bernese instantly resumed the same pace as before. Hot breath and a wet tongue met Seth's upturned footpaw - likely belonging to Adam, going by Sloppy Collie's comment. Then a different muzzle slid over his other footpaw - he had no idea whose. Since Seth was used to having pads he was more sensitive than expected, but the needy moans of the two boys were worth it.

Growing bolder, Big Ben bent his muzzle to the rabbit's sensitive ears and gently nuzzled the soft fur. Then he nibbled at the edges, making Seth shiver. When he went on to drag his teeth across Seth's neck, Seth felt the rabbit's body flood with adrenaline in a physiological prey response. It might have been terrifying in other contexts, but here it made his cock pound and hazed his mind with submissive lust. Maybe Seth could get used to this "bottoming" thing.

"Give us some room, Big Ben," Stoner Fox said. His voice was muffled to Seth's ears, sunk into the mattress as he was.

Big Ben grunted his assent and pulled back from Seth. It was a welcome respite from the weight and radiating body heat of the big dog, but it didn't last long. Those huge arms wrapped around his waist again and lifted him, and then Big Ben rolled over with Seth on his back on top of him.

Fresh air flooded his nose only to be replaced by the smell of a half dozen other aroused dogs. At some point, they had whipped out their cocks and most were eagerly stroking. He felt Kairo get excited at the sight of all these guys getting so hard for him - Seth hadn't even hypnotized them other than to loosen them up a little.

Sloppy Collie had his shorts around his ankles, which he nearly tripped over as he came toward Seth. Kicking them out of the way with an embarrassed giggle, he knelt between Big Ben's legs and stripped Seth of his pants, letting his heavy cock spring free.

Without hesitating, he took Seth in his muzzle. It had been so long since Seth had felt that stimulation that it was shocking in its intensity at first, but soon the pleasure sunk into his mind and body and his eyes fluttered shut. This was what he had been missing.

Big Ben's continued humping and grinding forced Seth to lightly face-fuck the collie, and the dog lived up to the moniker Kairo had given him as slobber drizzled down his shaft. Big Ben's tight grasp rendered Seth helpless to resist the devoted laps of the dog's tongue, making the sensation of the warm, wet sliding all the more powerful.

Flannel Jackal shoved his muzzle into Seth's pit without bothering to remove his glasses, tilting them crooked over his half-closed eyes. As promised, Stoner Fox took the other side, huffing as deep as he would from a bong, and the tongues of Adam and the tanuki resumed worshiping his footpaws. The boys were using every part of him, he thought wonderingly.

A small fennec hopped up onto the bed and crammed into the little available space to stand over Seth. "I'm gonna cum," he panted, paw working frantically.

There was something hot about how little time it had taken the guy. "My muzzle's right here," Seth said, and opened it invitingly.

The fennec slipped in tentatively at first, then deeper when Seth moaned at the taste and warmth. It almost triggered Seth's gag reflex, but he realized he could reshape Kairo's throat to better take it with a slight exertion of ghost power. With that done, he craned his head forward to take the fennec to the knot.

Looking astounded to find no resistance, the fennec moaned and worked his hips eagerly. In seconds, he was pouring his load down Seth's throat, so deep that he didn't taste it even as he felt the throb on his tongue.

Big Ben grunted, "Good boy," in Seth's ear, making him shiver again.

"T-that was really good," the fennec said weakly before dismounting.

When he was gone, Seth saw Sloppy Collie looking up at him agape, drool-slick cock in one paw. "Wow, you can take it deep."

Seth grinned. "Lots of practice."

Sloppy Collie stood, revealing that he had been stroking himself to the point that his knot was red and swollen. "I'll have to try some of that." He replaced the fennec over top of Seth and slipped in to the base just as easily despite having at least two inches on him. He even worked his knot in, shuddering his climax as the rabbit's muzzle milked him dry.

"I've had enough dry humping," Big Ben said. "Are you ready for me?"

"You know it, dude."

Big Ben pulled his cock through the fly of his athletic shorts, nearly ripping the fabric as he worked the knot out, and let it flop against Seth's balls. The thing was a monster - so thick that Kairo would have had trouble even getting the head in without tons of prep. Seth shifted Kairo's insides around again to make things easier.

"Do we have lube?" Big Ben asked.

"I got you," Seth replied. Another flex of his power and a dollop of green ectoplasm oozed out of his paw, with which he reached down and began to stroke Big Ben.

"What is that stuff?"

"Don't worry about it. Carpe diem, dude."

"Right. Carpe diem." Satisfied, he panted at the sensation of it sliding over his shaft.

Seth maneuvered his hips to put his tailhole against the head of the dripping cock. Big Ben's push was tentative at first, so Seth forced himself down several inches in one go to show just how ready he really was. The worked-up Bernese readily took advantage and shoved himself in up to the base with a groan.

Seth may have loosened the rabbit's body up, but the sensation of that huge cock crammed into him was no less intense for it. He had never taken anything but fingers when he'd been alive, and was stunned at how good it felt to get stretched open like this.

Out the corner of his eye, Seth saw Flannel Jackal stand up on shaky legs and lean forward over the bed. Without warning, a rope of hot seed shot across Seth's chest and seeped into the fur.

Adam pulled himself from Seth's footpaw, a trail of saliva still connecting his muzzle to the toes. "Dude! You can't just cum on someone's fur without asking!"

"It's fine," Seth assured him. He produced another glob of ectoplasm in his paw, this time formulating it into a kind of fur shampoo that easily separated the cum from the hair. There sure was a lot he could do with the power of all those phones, Seth reflected as he shoved his cum-covered digits into the offending jackal's muzzle.

Another cock suddenly arrived in front of Seth and forced itself down his throat. Apparently taking Seth's "It's fine" as permission, more dogs came over Seth's chest, muzzle, and footpaws, until his head was dizzy with the smell of seed.

Stoner Fox groaned and spurted his own load directly onto the bed, eyes clenching shut.

"What the hell?" Big Ben growled. "Cumming on my sheets isn't any better, you stupid mutt."

"Sorry," Stoner Fox muttered. "I couldn't hold it."

Setting his annoyance aside, Big Ben continued thrusting away. He wrapped his arms tighter around the small rabbit, holding him in the perfect the perfect position to pound Seth's pleasure button.

Seth and Big Ben began to float over the bed, and Seth turned them over in the air so that Big Ben could take him from behind. Adam lay down beneath them under Seth's dangling footpaws, using the convenient angle to grind against them. This quickly became too much for the pawboy to take, and he spurted hard enough to hit Seth's hovering body.

"I'm going to cum," the Bernese grunted.

He and Evan had always finished at the same time, and he was eager to relive that empathetic experience. "Knot me, big dude!"

Big Ben pushed the knot in up to the midpoint with an unrestrained howl of neediness. Seth thought for a moment that even his ghost powers wouldn't let him accommodate it, but with another firm thrust it popped in with an explosion of pleasure. The big dog ground against the rabbit's hips, tugging his firmly lodged knot back and forth as jet after jet flooded Seth's insides.

Unable to hold back any longer, Seth sprayed his own load all over Adam and the sheets below. After so long without those waves of pleasure washing over his body, he couldn't believe how incredible his climax felt. Why didn't living people just do this all the time?

Seth was so overwhelmed that his grip on Kairo's body slipped, the bright room receding into the twilit fog he had grown used to over the long decades. He felt despair at the thought of returning to it, but even this despair was muted - at least that was a consolation. Then he felt Kairo pull him back in, and the world flooded back fresh and new again.

Looking around, Seth saw that he and Big Ben had fallen back onto the bed. He also saw that the spent canines had swapped out for fresh new ones, hungry and hard. There was still a long night ahead of him, he thought with a grin.

[center]-[/center]

After every boy was satisfied and Seth himself had cum more times than he could count, Kairo resurfaced, still on the same rumpled bed. Big Ben lay sprawled out asleep beside him, muzzle and cock alike drooling. No one else was in the room.

Despite being back in control, Kairo was too stunned to move. Everything about that had been reckless and dangerous, yet he realized he didn't regret a second of it. He hoped Seth had gotten what he needed out of it too.

As if on cue, a translucent coyote faded in above the bed, lying casually on his side.

"Hey, Seth," he said. A familiar tone felt appropriate at this point.

"Wassup? Thanks for letting me borrow your body, little dude!" He extended his paw.

One of the basic rules of Phasmology was to avoid physical contact with ghosts, but any risk that carried was long since out the window. Kairo bumped fists with Seth. His spectral form felt as cold and viscous as refrigerated jelly.

"How was it?" Kairo asked awkwardly. Now that they were separated, he felt self-conscious around Seth. After all, they had shared something that was arguably more intimate than sex.

"Being a bunny was a trip," he replied. "Your eyes, ears, thighs, teeth, and footpaws are all ginormous, but your tail is so small that you can barely wag it. What's up with that?"

"I'm...kind of used to it."

He nodded sagely. "Makes sense." Suddenly, his tail drooped. "By the way, sorry for messing with your throat and your, uh, other junk without asking."

Kairo's ears grew hot at the reminder. "No problem. Things would have been complicated otherwise."

"I probably have enough juice to put you back to normal if you want."

That would be the right decision. Having a supernaturally reshaped body carried ramifications he lacked the education to even guess at. Then he was struck by a sudden fantasy: a bear picking him up at a public park, taking him to the backseat of his truck, and fucking him rough with no prep. "No, leave it," he found himself saying hurriedly.

Seth grinned in understanding. "Slut."

"Shut up," he said, returning the grin.

"Anyway, how about you? How'd you like my brain being all up in you?"

"It felt..." Big Ben's snores filled the silence as Kairo tried and failed to find the right words. "It felt great."

"Right?" he agreed enthusiastically. "I came so hard! Even as a bunny, I bet your balls are gonna be empty for days."

Kairo shook his head. "I don't mean physically. The physical sensations were actually kind of distant, like they were happening behind a closed door."

"Oh. That sucks."

"No, it's okay - I felt your emotions. You were having such a great time. I could tell you really needed that."

Seth nodded and his face turned serious. "Yeah, I really did. And I appreciate you pulling me back in when I was about to slip."

"Of course. I wasn't going to let you leave before you got everything you came for."

"I hope you got something you needed too," the coyote said. "I mean, you wanted to use your ghost stuff to get in with cute boys, right? You've got their attention now."

"It wasn't me they were into," he protested. "It was all your personality."

"I'm pretty sure those guys were into you before I even got here, little dude. Have some confidence!"

Kairo shrugged and changed the subject. "You said you wanted to drink and get laid one more time. Does this mean that now you'll be...moving on?"

He scoffed. "As if! I'm going to stick around here and party as long as I can!"

Kairo laughed. Seth's continued presence was another thing whose ramifications he couldn't begin to predict, but it wasn't worth worrying about. Instead, he picked up a half-empty cup of beer from the dresser. Seth grabbed one of his own, dimming the lights as he drew the power needed for physical contact.

The rabbit raised the cup. "Carpe diem?"

"Hell yeah!" Seth agreed. "And fuck Florida!"