FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This story is part of a six part series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Jason stood under the shower and let the hot water rinse the last traces of sweat and cum from his naked skin. Scratch marks covered his body and his sphincter ached. He tried to stop thinking about the... things... and what they had done to him. But his mind kept straying back to the feeling of hot fur against his back and hard slick cock thrusting into him. He ran his hands over his slim body, imagining the strong animal paws of the things as they wrapped around his waist. His hand eased down and over his own cock as he remembered the feeling of the female thing pressing herself against him as his member slid into her. He stroked up and down as thoughts flitted through his mind of that huge animal cock filling his butt hole. Now that he was free of their restraining teeth, his mind seemed fixated on the eroticism of the encounter. In a couple of minutes, he was squirting cum onto the floor of the shower.

Suddenly he felt dog tired. Drying himself off was a massive effort. He shambled from the bathroom to his bed like a zombie, and collapsed into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the whole thing seemed like a bizarre erotic dream, but the scratches and bruises proved it had been real. Jason fingered a dark bruise which had appeared on his thigh. A heavy paw had raked across his leg as... he remembered the teeth on his neck, but also the cock thrusting into him, its size and hardness. Jason shook off the memory and focused on making coffee. He still had to go to work, regardless.

Jason worked in retail. It wasn't exciting and it didn't pay well. It was a busy Saturday morning, and he was kept occupied talking to customers and processing sales. He liked the social aspect of the job, even if it did mean a few little white lies. Sure, he'd recently bought one of whatever it was, and yeah, it was really good. They just needed some reassurance, and he was happy to offer it. They could use Google if they really wanted specifications and reviews.

But once he was back home, he couldn't stop thinking about the things. It didn't help that he'd just been dumped, so he couldn't go and hang out with David. He'd hardly even thought about his ex and the way he'd been ditched. That was a positive, anyway. He should have been moping about feeling angry and betrayed, but now that old relationship had somehow lost its relevance.

Jason knocked about for a while. He tried watching TV, then reading, but he was too distracted. Dammit, he had to know more about the things! They weren't ordinary dogs, that was for sure. And he was fairly sure they were smart - smart enough to talk with each other, open doors and turn on lights. Perhaps smart enough to scheme and entrap innocent young men!

And what of the strange woman - Josie - and the thing which seemed to be on her side against the other things? Something was going on, and he'd stumbled into the middle of it.

Jason picked up his phone and scrolled through the contacts. "Josie Thing", he'd entered, since he didn't have any other name. He hovered over the call button, planning what he would say. Or maybe he was procrastinating. But he had to find out more. He pressed the call button and waited for an interminable time for the system to connect.

"We're sorry, the number you have called is not assigned to any subscriber. Please check the number and try again".

Damn. Either she had given him the wrong number, or he'd misheard. Probably the latter, he assured himself. She seemed too forthright to have deliberately given him the incorrect number. She also had his number, but there was no guarantee she'd contact him. Jason tossed the phone aside in disappointment and collapsed on the couch.

It was afternoon, and he felt restless. He kept thinking of the smaller of the male things, with its soft eyes and shimmering blue fur. There was something different about the demeanour of the blue one. He needed to see the thing again, even though it sounded like a dangerous and stupid idea when he actually thought it. But there was some mystery going on, and someone really ought to investigate. At least, that was his rationalisation as he grabbed his phone and headed out the door. He wasn't specifically trying to find the things, he told himself. Just going to scout the area in daylight, and see if there were any clues as to what they were and where they came from.

It was a nice afternoon to be out. Jason was excited to be doing something new, perhaps even a little dangerous. He remembered exploring the forest and creek near his home as a boy. He'd been quite adventurous, and a bit wild. Somewhere along the way, he'd lost that spirit of exploration amidst the allure of swanky parties and socialising, and the daily grind of work. Maybe some excitement was just what he needed.

A half hour walk brought him back to the industrial cul-de-sac where he'd first met the things. He found the old workshop with its cracked stucco-concrete front and peeling paint. The things had disappeared somewhere at the rear of the property, and it was his only clue. He peered behind the building through a gap between the stucco walls and the side of the next building. He could see part of a weedy yard and some rusting machinery. So, there was definitely something to check out back there. He walked up the street a bit further, but a row of warehouses and a tall fence blocked his view. He turned back to the narrow gap between the buildings. A rickety wooden fence blocked the way, but he was able to scramble up using an old plastic oil drum. The fence wobbled as he eased himself over the top and dropped down into the shadows on the other side. The space was just wide enough to walk down. He stepped carefully through long grass which hid old bottles and other rubbish.

He paused when he reached the back of the building, and watched for a while. Ahead lay a gravel yard. An old crane sat to one side, its tracks and boom crusted with rust. Steel drums and other junk lay here and there in haphazard piles among the weeds. There was a smell of oil and decay in the air. All was still and quiet.

Jason could see a distinct path crossing the yard from the back of the building, and disappearing among the bushes. There the ground sloped down into a vegetation-choked gully. It looked as if the things had been passing this way quite often. He followed the path through the open yard, and into the leafy shade beyond. Here the path was very clear, and he could even see scrapes in the soft earth which could have been claw marks. He felt sure he was on the right track, and now that thought worried him. He nearly turned back, but no - he was too close, he had to find out more. Moving as quietly as possible, he followed the path down a steep bank. A stream chuckled and splashed down the gully somewhere below.

The path ended where a huge concrete storm-water drain opened into the gully. It had once been covered by a steel grate, but a flood had torn it open and left it bent to one side. Jason stooped as he stepped into the dank interior. A trickle of water dribbled down the middle of the huge pipe, but other than that, it was dry. Jason pulled out his phone and activated the torch mode. The dim light showed the pipe running straight back under the industrial lot, but it didn't penetrate very far into the gloom. At his feet, he noticed dried mud on the concrete. Something had been this way recently.

Moving slowly, he explored up the tunnel. He was just starting to feel claustrophobic when he saw a patch of light. Inspecting it, he found an opening where another pipe entered the drain, and it sloped upwards. Muddy paw prints on the concrete led up it, and a light shone somewhere at the top. It was considerably smaller than the main drain, and Jason had to crawl. Fortunately, the pipe opened into a chamber after a few metres. A naked fluorescent tube on the ceiling lit up the rectangular concrete room. Rusted steel bolts remained where some equipment had once been bolted to the floor. Steps led up to a steel door which stood half open. A familiar animal smell lingered in the air.

Jason jumped when a loud crash reverberated around the room. Turning, he saw that a gate had slammed down across the pipe he'd just entered. He tried to haul it back up, but it was locked in place by a hidden catch and he couldn't budge it. He scrambled towards the steps at the other side of the room, but then he froze as first one, then two more blunt not-quite-canine heads peered around the door, their round ears flicking forward in excitement. He recognised the three things, the female in front and the two males behind it. Their eyes glinted in the light, and Jason thought they were grinning at him in triumph. It was a trap, and he'd walked right into it.

Jason cowered back against the wall, expecting more rough treatment, or worse. He wasn't sure whether his ass could take it. And this time there didn't seem to be much hope of rescue. He'd been an idiot to come looking for the things! What had he been thinking?

The things seemed to be conversing among themselves. He could see the twitch and play of unreadable expressions on their strange faces, accompanied by growls, whuffs and chirps. Jason tried to read the mood of the conversation. The smaller male - the blue one - appeared to object to what the larger one was saying. He raised his chin defiantly and gave a little yip sound, but his tail was down. The big white male gave a growl, and then his jaws opened and snapped closed next to the other's head. Blue cowered in acquiescence, ears down. The other two turned and stalked out. The female looked back with a threatening growl before she vanished into the dark corridor.

The blue male arranged himself at the top of the stairs, sitting on his haunches and looking down into the room, and Jason realised he was guarding the prisoner. The thing looked haughty, but right away Jason could see that it was a farce. The thing was nervous, and not happy about being relegated to guard duty. Jason was quite sure now that the other two were bullies, and something inside him softened at the sight of that rather fine looking thing sitting at the top of the stairs. He didn't look happy with the situation or with his companions.

Jason coughed to clear his throat. "Hey," he said, feeling foolish. "Do you have a name?"

The thing bared its teeth in a show of bravado. "Grrr", he said, and then "Shudup".

Jason blinked. Had he just heard that? "Can you talk?" he asked, not really believing it.

"Huff", said the thing. "Be quiet."

Fantastic! _Jason thought. _He really can talk! Talk English, he reminded himself. He was already quite sure the things could talk among themselves. The thing spoke in a hoarse raspy voice, but it was quite understandable.

"Why you come here?" the thing asked. "Now I have to guard, and... and it no good for you."

"Never mind that. I'm interested in how you can talk."

"Huff". The thing snorted derisively. "I watch. I learn."

"And what are you going to do with me?"

The thing stood up, and Jason got a nice view of his sheath. The thing's shimmering blue fur looked much more impressive under the bright light. His coat was fine and short, emphasising his well-defined muscles.

"Hmm. Boring here. Hungry, too. Maybe I come down there, bite a little, gnaw a little. Tasty."

They were threatening words, but Jason was not convinced. For some reason, the thing didn't seem scary. Jason leaned against the concrete wall.

"Promises, promises!", he taunted.

The thing sat down again, a bemused expression on his face. Now Jason was sure that the thing was just talking tough.

"Well," continued the man, "I'll call you 'Blue' if you don't have another name."

Blue stood up again and stalked down the steps until he stood in front of Jason. Putting on his best show of bravado, he curled his lip in a growl. "You shut up," he hissed, "Or I bite!".

Jason was watching the open door at the top of the stairs. Perhaps he could get past the thing if he made a dash for it. He tensed, ready to leap to one side. But Blue was much faster than he was; as he pushed off from the concrete, the thing was already moving. Jason managed one step before teeth closed around his ankle and he crashed to the floor. The powerful jaws held him with just enough strength to hurt, without tearing into his skin.

"OK, OK!" he gasped as the teeth tightened slightly in a warning. He held still until the thing gradually loosened its hold. The teeth finally let go.

Jason felt hot breath on his face. He looked up to see the canine standing over him. Instead of a snarl, Blue looked concerned.

"Sorry", he rasped. "I not want to hurt. You not try to run, 'kay?"

Up close, the thing really was quite beautiful.

"Okay." Moving slowly, Jason reached out his hand to touch the thing on the shoulder. The fur was warm and soft. Blue stiffened, but didn't pull away, or move to bite him. There was a depth of feeling and intelligence in his pale grey eyes. Jason sensed a deep uncertainty and loneliness there. He really wanted to find out more about this strange creature and where it came from.

The thing had relaxed a bit, and now he started to sniff at Jason's neck.

"Humans... Smell interesting."

Jason shifted, trying to get into a more comfortable position on the concrete. Blue immediately tensed again, ready to bite. He relaxed once more when the man didn't try to make a run for it. His nose move down over Jason's shirt until it reached the front of his jeans.

Jason felt a tingle of excitement. Moving slowly, he eased his belt undone, then the button of his pants. Blue's canine nose pressed in, a swish of his tail betraying his interest. The man slid his pants down, and the thing pushed forward and buried his face in the man's crotch. That large tongue was all over his cock and balls, and Jason's cock was hard almost immediately. The thing certainly knew how to lick! His muscular hind-quarters were almost in Jason's face. He could smell the thing's animal smell. He slid his hand between its legs, caressing the soft fur. Blue stiffened and his tail clamped down. Perhaps he was still nervous that his prisoner might attack him. Jason eased his fingers gently up the thing's leg, and he relaxed and resumed his meticulous licking. His tail arched upwards in appreciation as Jason's fingers caressed his large firm balls. When he eased his fingers forward, he could feel the thing's cock swelling just a bit inside his sheath.

Jason was extremely aroused by the raw sexuality of the thing. Blue stopped licking his swollen cock for a moment and looked up at him. The look of desire on his face was endearing and almost comical. Jason rolled over and pulled his pants all the way down, and the thing turned quickly and mounted. Jason felt the familiar warmth and weight against his back. He braced himself for mad thrusting, but this time the thing seemed to control himself as he pressed forward and the tip of his cock brushed the man's ass.

Jason gasped as Blue's slick cock slid smoothly - but deeply - into him. Now the canine's front paws wrapped around him, and was a different kind of captive. Hot breath washed over his neck as Blue thrust forward, and velvet skin slapped against his thighs.

Jason was experienced with human lovers, but this was different. The strange creature's unselfconscious physicality made the whole experience more intense. Jason had never felt so alive or so free to experience the moment. It was as if sex had always been a calculated move, but he'd never noticed before. Now he was completely liberated to flow with the animal passion of the encounter. The dank concrete bunker was gone; all he could feel was the passionate thrusting of the canine and the hot, muscular body gripping him close.

Jason could tell that Blue was trying to hold back, but at the same time, he could feel the thing's cock swelling, stretching his insides in a very stimulating way. Blue's breathing had become a ragged pant. Jason was suddenly aware that there was a huge boulder locked inside his sphincter. Then the thing was gasping and shuddering with deep spasms as he reached his climax and his cum gushed deeply into Jason. The thing held him tight as pulse after pulse spurted.

Maybe it was a property of the thing's cum, or maybe it was stimulation of his prostate, but whatever the reason, Jason felt a wave of golden warmth flow through him. He couldn't move, and he didn't want to. The giant cock filling him was an unbelievably good sensation. It was huge, but it was so slick and so beautifully contoured and curved that seemed to completely fill him without hurting. So long as it stayed inside, of course - there was no way that bulge was coming out. Jason's own cock was rock hard, but for now he was content to savour the sensations of the thing mating him.

Through the pleasant haze, Jason became aware that his knees hurt. He moved a little, trying to ease his cramped muscles.

"Oh, yeah", the thing moaned, and Jason felt his body contract as he spurted another volley of cum. Jason wondered idly how long the "tie" would last... not that he was complaining, other than the cramped joints.

It lasted fifteen minutes, and Blue seemed to experience two more orgasms during that time. Jason was envious. After the second burst of pulsing, the thing seemed more subdued. Slowly, without really saying anything, they managed to adjust their position until they were spooning on the cool floor. Jason sighed. The whole situation was bizarre, and yet he felt a glow of satisfaction. At last, the thing's impressive cock started to shrink, and then slipped out of the man with a gush of cum. Blue's tail thumped against the wall as he wagged. He scrambled to his feet, then Jason felt a large soft tongue lapping at his stretched ass as the thing licked him clean. Wrestling his jeans back up, he rolled over to see the canine licking his own sheath. Jason was envious.

"That felt amazing", he teased, "but I hope you don't expect a kiss after licking my butt."

Blue stiffened. "Don't tell," he huffed. "Others... they not like."

You're not much of a guard, Jason thought with a grin. He thought better of saying that aloud, though.

A metallic scraping sound echoed faintly through the concrete tunnels above them. It sounded like a rusty door being opened. Blue sat bolt upright, ears swiveled towards the sound and neck fur raised.

"Others are coming back!" he exclaimed. "You better behave, or else!".

It was brave talk, but Jason could see the anxiety which clouded the canine's features. This canine thing was in fear of his companions, and he didn't seem to be too keen on whatever they were up to. Jason saw a chance to escape. He had to exploit the thing's uncertainty, and perhaps even its interest and affection (if he hadn't imagined that). He might have been motivated by self-preservation, but that wasn't entirely true. A part of him was equally fascinated by the Thing, and that part was desperately hoping that he could convince Blue to abandon his comrades and flee with him.

Jason hurriedly fastened his belt. Blue watched but didn't make any move as the man took a step towards the gate where he'd come in. The gate was still locked tight, but Jason was encouraged to see that Blue didn't protest, or move to block him.

"How about you let me out?" he asked, not daring to hope that it would work. Blue shook his head, but his tormented expression was plain to see.

"Come on. We could escape together!" Jason tried to sound calm and assured, although he knew they had very little time if they wanted to get a head-start. "I can see that they don't treat you well, and you don't like what they are doing!"

"Please?" he added, with genuine sincerity. "You can stay with me for as long as you need to!".

More sounds filtered down from above - a door closing, a clatter of paws on concrete. Suddenly, Blue snapped out of his indecision. "Wait!" he huffed as he scampered up the stairs and into the concrete passage to the upper levels. Jason heard a clunk sound as the thing worked a hidden mechanism, then he came racing back down the stairs.

"The gate!" he cried between panted breaths.

Jason didn't wait to question the thing's new resolve. He leaped towards the exit, and the gate - now unlocked - swung open as he pushed it.

He ducked through the low entrance and slithered a few metres down the pipe, but then he stopped. He had convinced the thing to let him go, but now he realised how much he wanted the strange canine creature to come with him. Looking back, he could see blue sitting at the foot of the stairs, his muzzle swiveling to and fro in his uncertainty.

"Come on!" Jason encouraged. He should be fleeing for his life, but he waited to see what the Thing would do. Blue sat perfectly still for a moment longer, but then his features changed. Jason was sure he saw a look of defiance as the thing jumped up. His paws scrabbled on the concrete as he dashed for the opening. Elated, Jason dived down the pipe as fast as he could slither, assisted by gravity. By the time he tumbled out into the larger drain and jumped to his feet, Blue was right behind them. Jason didn't have time to get out his phone, but he could see the bright disk of green daylight at the end of the tunnel. He tried to remember whether there were any obstacles to trip over. He remembered the concrete cinder block as his foot slammed into it and he went down. He was winded for a moment, but he seemed fine - apart from grazed hands and a bruised elbow. Blue had passed him, but he saw the Thing's muscular silhouette as he slid to a halt and turned back.

"Hurry!" his voice was an anxious rasp. In the sudden silence, the patter and scrape of canine paws echoed down the tunnel, along with a series of excited whuffing and squeaking noises. Their absence had definitely been discovered.

Jason scrambled to his feet and pelted after the thing, his head bent to clear the low ceiling. He remembered there was a drop where the storm drain exited into the creek; the Thing slowed down and jumped to the right as he burst out into the daylight, and Jason followed. The thing was much faster than him when it came to clambering back up the bank, and he waited at the top for the man to catch up. Jason was gasping for breath as they sprinted side-by-side across the abandoned industrial yard.

A thin veil of acrid smoke drifted towards them, and loud noises echoed from the street - shrieking and roaring, yells of excitement, and pounding bass rhythms. Jason was too focused on the possibility of pursuit to identify the commotion; he was expecting the other Things to leap on him at any second and drag him back to the gully. He could hear them crashing through the bushes, but now he was across the open space and behind the building, only metres from the street. He stumbled on an empty bottle as Blue leaped over the fence a few paces ahead of him. Then he too was throwing himself over and almost falling again as he dropped onto the footpath on the other side. It sounded like the Things were right behind him.

Jason's brain finally managed to comprehend the smoke and loud noises. A group of youngsters in modified cars had congregated in the deserted street in a motley assortment of garish paintwork and gleaming chrome wheels. Some had parked so as to block the road, doors open and stereos blasting, and now leaned on their cars and cheered as others revved and careened around the intersection in billowing clouds of tyre smoke. It was the first time Jason had actually been glad to see an impromptu meetup of street racers. He glanced back in time to see a blunt canine nose appear over the top of the fence, then hastily duck out of sight. Apparently the street was too crowded for their liking.

Blue sat on the footpath looking confused. At least he had the sense to keep his spines flat on his back, so that he could pass as a normal canine if nobody looked too close. Jason was afraid they would draw unwanted attention, but he needn't have worried. One of the spectators glanced their way.

"Nice dog, bro!" he shouted, then turned back to the automotive action. Perhaps it was considered normal to see a blue dog with weird ears, and a mud-splattered man in torn clothing, leaping over a fence in an industrial area.

"Blue, come!" Jason called in his best Dog Command voice, hoping that the Thing would play along with the charade. The thing was smart enough to get the idea, and came obediently to heel, and together they jogged up the street.

"Follow my lead, OK?" Jason muttered when they were half way to the main road.

Fortunately the afternoon was fading towards evening, and the streets were empty. Jason skirted through the park to avoid the shopping mall.

"You're a good dog!" he said to the thing, partly to keep up the man-walking-his-dog game and mostly because the weirdness of the whole situation demanded humour.

Blue huffed. "Don't get your hopes up.", he muttered. But he was looking around with keen interest. He was probably used to skulking around in storm drains and back alleys.

From the park it was only a short walk to the apartment, and they arrived without incident. Jason opened the door and ushered the Thing inside, feeling suddenly shy and embarrassed by how messy he had left the place. He reminded himself that the thing had been living in a dank concrete bunker as he closed the door behind them. Blue looked nervous as he stood in the doorway and surveyed the lounge and the little kitchen. Jason realised how exhausted he felt after the afternoon's excitement, and he kicked off his shoes and collapsed on the couch.

The thing explored carefully around the lounge, sniffing into corners and peering at things. Then he stopped in front of Jason and looked up.

"Come on, then!" Jason patted the cushions beside him, and the thing hopped up and stood wobbling for a moment on the unsteady footing before he lay down with his head on Jason's thigh. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for the man to reach down an caress the square canine head. He realised that the thing was shaking.

"Are you OK?"

"I run away!" The dark eyes turned to look up at him. "The others, they hate me now. I can't go back! Maybe... it was mistake? I don't know what to do."

"Aww, I'm sorry I caused you trouble. But... well I don't really know, but your friends didn't seem very nice."

"They not, they... criminals. Renegades. But they all I had."

Jason stroked gently down the things neck, and felt him relax a bit.

"You can stay here as long as you need to, OK? And you can help me find Josie and that other... one, if you like."

Blue stretched, and gave a sigh.

"This too good," he murmured. "Can't be real!"

Jason caught a tantalising glimpse of Blue's sheath as he stretched. Muscles rippled beneath the velvety blue of his fur. The canine's coat and paws were smeared with mud, and Jason was in a similar state. The stench of slime and sweat rose from them both, and that gave Jason a nice idea. He patted the canine behind the ears.

"You think this is good... How about I show you the shower?"