FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Right. So, uh. Tail lights.

Mine was broken, as I drove into this new city. The city full of animal-people, suddenly open to humans. To me, just another guy answering their big recruitment drive.

Because, according to salacious internet rumours, their population was dwindling and they were eager for genetically-flexible human sperm. Rumours I had dismissed as stupid, until the deer physician who did my medical exam confirmed them. Shortly after sucking my dick.

Rumours I was still wrapping my head around, even _after _an intimidatingly pretty policevixen rode me until I came inside her, and then casually left me to my mildly broken vehicle.

I was half-dazed finishing the drive into my new place. My head spun and my crotch lightly tingled with fading arousal. Getting pulled over by that traffic cop had, in fact, made me a far worse driver.

That sunk in when I noticed that I was taking the same roundabout for the third time. Either from my state of sexual shellshock, or just the confusing way these roads were laid out - probably both - I had gotten lost.

I knew I was in the right area, at least. Except for the fact that the pedestrians all had more fur and less clothes and a foot of extra height on average, it looked like any other city. Buildings and pavements and dumpsters. Plenty of people to ask for directions, but zero indication any would feel like answering.

But after another aimless turn and saw an autoshop. MOMMA MABEL'S: MECHANIC! yelled a friendly red sign. Maybe I could kill two birds with one stone... So to speak.

I rolled into the parking lot. There were a few cars here already, but they looked like permanent fixtures. The sun had almost set, but this was very much an All Night kind of city, especially with half the residents being nocturnal. Sure enough, before I was even out of my car, 'Momma' Mabel was coming out to greet me.

She looked the part. A chubby grey rat, her wide hips poured into a well-loved jumpsuit.

See, that's the kind of detail I wouldn't usually focus on. I would have started with her big, friendly grin, or her lively eyes, or the way she immediately put me at ease after that icy cop. Not how her bust was clearly straining a little against her zipper. But I was still a little off-balance.

"Well, hi there, stranger!" Didn't really sound like a city dweller. Maybe everyone here were less jaded, but friendliness seemed like her whole thing. "Haven't seen you around before."

"Hi," I said, managing a smile as I freed myself from my seatbelt. We were the same height, just about. "I just arrived. Like... _just _arrived. I'm actually kinda lost."

"Nothing to be ashamed of," she said, hands on those hips. "This city can take some getting used to."

You're telling me... I thought, probably very loudly. "I was hoping to get some directions, if I could. But my main problem is, uh..."

I indicated my tail light, and she craned her head to look. "Busted, huh?"

"Got pulled over and everything."

"That's no good!" she said, showing mild alarm. "Not a proper welcome, that's for sure. Some of those cops can be, well..."

She trailed off, taking a closer look. She bent over, right in front of me, and I tried to keep my eyes on her thin, twirling tail rather than anything else.

"Here's the good news, though. I bet it's just a faulty wire. Real easy fix."

"Yeah?"

"Bring 'er inside, and I can take a look. But trust me, you got nothing to worry about."

Just what I needed to hear. Coming from her, I believed it.

I parked on the shop floor, cutting the engine but leaving the electronics on. I hovered nearby while she popped open the light's casing. She chatted as she worked, remembering to formally introduce herself - she was indeed the 'Momma' Mabel advertised by the sign.

"This is a family business. Literally." Her pink tongue stuck out when she wasn't talking - so, in practice, just for quick flashes. "Got two daughters and a son helping me out. Not that you can tell..."

"Uh, yeah." I glanced around the empty shop. "Are you just by yourself?"

"It happens!" she laughed. "They've got lives, and I don't have other employees because we're _usually _fully staffed. Don't go worrying about me. I can run this place blindfolded."

She punctuated this thought with a wink. On a less weird day, I would've just chuckled. As it stood, I tried not to blush.

Her face lit up red, too. The light flicked back on, revived by the confident work of her clawed hands. "What'd I tell ya?"

I felt a surge of relief - quickly tamped down. "That's great, thanks! Is that gonna, like, cost-?"

She cut me off with a laugh. "What do you take me for? I'm not gonna charge you for a couple seconds jiggling a wire around." She stood, fixing me with that grin. "In fact, why don't I give your car a quick once-over, since you're here? Try to show you a better welcome than getting pulled over on your first day."

I pushed aside memories of what that welcome actually looked like. "I dunno. I haven't actually gotten to my apartment yet - because," I said lamely, remembering, "I'm lost. Yeah."

I told her the address, and she just laughed again. "Oh, that's just a few blocks away! You're shaping up to be a model customer. You got a lot of problems, but they're all real easy to solve."

She ran me through the directions, even offering to scrawl a quick map, but she was right. I had gotten very close, and it would be a five minute drive at most.

"Now, if you're eager to get there, I won't keep you..."

I appreciated the out. But I didn't take it. I had come here with two problems, and like she said, she had solved them both effortlessly, without charging a cent. And I could tell she wanted me to stick around - she was probably bored, or lonely, working by herself.

So we chatted. She talked a lot, about more than just my car, and seemed genuinely interested in my new life here.

"I've really been looking forward to this," she said as she slammed the hood closed. "Humans moving in, I mean."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" Satisfied with the engine, she turned her attention to the car's interior. "I love this city, but it's not healthy to only ever keep to yourself. Outside perspectives are important - and to be honest, I'm just happy we'll have more folks around."

I smiled. "More cars to fix?"

"And more customers to chat to! Exactly..."

I had become quite relaxed in her presence. But that quickly changed when she opened the backseat door and went silent. "Uh, is everything okay?"

She looked in for a few seconds, then turned to me slowly. "You said you just got here, right?"

"Yeah?"

Wordlessly, she reached into my car and produced the fox cop's bra.

There was no preventing a blush this time. Even the memory of that warm, relentless pussy got a reaction out of me. Being embarrassed like this in front of my new friend elicited a lot more.

Mabel calmly brought the bra to her face and sniffed it. "Mmh. A fox. Maybe some other kind of canine, but definitely not a human..."

I swallowed. "Like I said... I got pulled over."

"All the way over, looks like."

She dropped it back on the seat, giving me a new smile. Still warm, still friendly, but a lot more... knowing.

"How was it?"

There was no misinterpreting a question that blunt. I felt like I could be honest. "Rough, really. Not rough as in 'bad', just rough as in... rough. She really jumped me."

Mabel scoffed. "Like I said. Not at all a proper welcome. I'm sorry, sugar."

Abandoning my car, she drew closer. That smile right in front of me.

"I could make it up to you."

That blush wasn't going anywhere. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean." She gently rubbed my arms and shoulders. Nothing sexual, just a calming gesture. "Listen, sugar, I can give you one important piece of advice right now: relax. Don't get all nervous just because the first person you met didn't have the good manners to be gentle with you. I promise, most of the people you meet here are gonna be a lot... softer."

I found the courage to smile. "Softer, huh?"

"Much, much softer." Her voice had dipped into a soothing murmur. "Like this..."

She leaned in, and I didn't stop her, and she was kissing me. Softly.

She could already put me at ease with her smiles and her warmth, and her lips had an even stronger effect. So did her hands, gently cupping my face. I took her advice. I relaxed. I let her press her body against me, and when her tongue politely came forward, I welcomed it.

We stayed like that for a few moments, quietly making out in her empty shop. Just a business owner showing hospitality to a customer. My arms naturally wrapped around her. Underneath her jumpsuit, she was so soft.

She broke the kiss, breathing into my ear. "I got a couch in the other room."

"Okay..."

"You wanna get naked and share it?"

I reflexively held her tighter. "Okay...!"

"Yeah..." She licked my neck. Slowly. "Yeah, I thought you might..."

She took my hand and led me away. I knew the absence of her warm body against mine was only temporary, and I held on to that thought.

The back office had a messy desk and a slew of photographs and, yes, a couch that looked old but very comfortable. She didn't lock the door. She also didn't bat an eye about the wide window which let us see into the shop - and would let anyone who might wander in see us.

"What if somebody...?"

She followed my gaze, but waved a hand. "Watches? That's another thing you might wanna get used to. But I'll know if anybody comes in, if that helps." She gave me another playful smile. "Besides, no-one'll see you if I'm on top. You're a twig compared to me."

Not knowing this woman well enough to joke back, I felt there was only one diplomatic response to that. I stepped closer and took hold of her dangling zipper. "May I?"

"Such a gentleman! Yes, sugar. Go ahead and unwrap me."

I did. Slowly. After a moment's resistance, the zipper heaved with relief as it moved past her bust, then her stomach, then...

Then she was peeling it off. Right in front of my face, her heavy tits came free. Soft grey fur and wide pink nipples.

"Don't be shy, now." She easily shrugged the jumpsuit off her shoulders, and was soon stepping out of it. Nothing left but a pair of simple black panties. "I've been looking forward to seeing my first naked human..."

I obliged, stripping quickly. She eyed my torso once it came into view, but I knew what she was waiting for. Dropping my pants was what got a real reaction from her.

"Mmh, look at that..." That pink tongue came out again as she stared at my cock. "Y'mind if I...?"

"Oh, you can... Yeah."

She reached out and gently grasped my shaft, fingertips moving against my skin. I made a noise I hope sounded manly. "Nice," she murmured. "Very very nice. Thank you for sharing, sugar."

"My pleasure," I huffed.

Mabel smiled. "C'mon. Let's get comfy."

She sat on the couch, spreading her soft legs, and beckoned me to join. I sat against her, not quite in her lap but with her thighs right against mine. And those confident, clawed hands got to work...

"Mmmh... Your skin feels so interesting." Her voice was right in my ear as she explored my stomach, my chest. Even my nipples. "So different, but in a fun way."

"Glad you like it..."

"And what about you?" She snuck a kiss on my neck. "Does my fur feel as good to you as your skin does to me?"

"Y-yeah..." I hadn't given it any thought before my doctor let me fondle her body, but the benefits had quickly become obvious. "It feels so... pleasant. Soft and warm and comfortable."

"That's good, sugar. That's goooood... We want you nice and comfy, don't we...?"

Her hands continued at a slow, unhurried pace. Gently caressing my naked body. I just let my eyes close, and relaxed against her warm embrace. And I didn't object when her hands began to drift down...

"Mmm... Not completely smooth, are we, sugar?" Her fingers came to my crotch, and I let out a low breath. "That's it... Just relax, and lemme, heh, get a feel for things..."

One hand grasped my shaft again, the other cupping and stroking my balls. Strong fingers moving softly. All I could do was keep my legs spread. That, and groan.

I was fully erect now. But I knew I wasn't close to orgasm, especially with the cop encounter not long past. That was good. Now I knew what was expected of me.

"Do you want it?"

"Hmm?" Her voice was lazy, her attention still on caressing my crotch.

"Do you want me to cum inside you?" I thought it would be hard to say. Instead, the natural breathiness in my voice sounded good. "Do you want to be... bred?"

Mabel shivered, and pressed her soft body against mine. "Yes," she said. "I wanna get fucked on this couch. I wanna feel your human cum inside me..."

"Then," I managed, "please let go?"

"Huh? Oh, 'course...!"

Her grip on my cock loosened, freeing me to stand. "Let's get those panties off."

"Oh, yes!" She grinned up at me, wiggling her butt off the couch. The motion of her tits was a joy, but I had to focus on the true prize. My hands came to her wide, furry hips. She bit her lip and gave me a knowing smile. I stripped her.

Under that simple underwear was her pussy, wet and waiting. Ready for me.

She kept those beautifully thick thighs spread, her hands briefly toying with her pussy lips. "Well? I ain't getting any younger..."

I ran my hands up through her fur, and experimentally, slipped two fingers deep inside her. She grunted, loudly, and her hips bucked. Already horny. Doubly obvious from how wet she was, how her walls twitched against my hand, demanding more.

I pulled back, but my fingers caressed her clit as I withdrew, earning a cute little moan. "D-don't tease me! I need the real thing...!"

"Sorry, sorry." I couldn't help a smile, seeing this vivacious woman so needy. Giving my fingers a quick taste - she was delicious - I got into place.

I spent a moment or two with my cock aligning to her entrance, just stroking the fur of her hips. Preparing myself. But by now, I needed this as badly as she did. I pressed my erect dick forward. When I penetrated, we sighed in simultaneous pleasure.

I kept things slow. That only felt right. With slow, luxurious thrusts, I gradually worked every inch I had inside of her. She murmured wordless encouragement, her legs pressing against mine, urging me on. Before long, I could feel her thick underfur against my balls.

"That's good, sweetheart... That's real real good..." Her eyes fluttered shut, hands caressing her tits. "No n-need to... to rush..."

I was already on the same page. After being pinned down and ridden, I wanted something softer. And slowly fucking her willing cunt as she relaxed on the couch was ideal.

She shifted her body, getting comfortable. The couch was at a good height for me to stand there and fuck her. Long, slow strokes. Her walls tightened, almost lazily, and we both made quiet sounds of pleasure.

"You're so soft... So warm..." I felt myself begin to move a little faster. It was hard to deliberately stay slow. "It's...!"

When I trailed into a low breath, she gave a throaty chuckle. "Well? Young - _ffh _- young thing like you can bend over, can't he? I'm feeling a little lonesome down here..."

I didn't need further invitation. This was a good position, but not as good as feeling her warmth. Without pulling out, I leant down, and kept leaning down until I was on top of her.

"That's it... C'mere..."

She welcomed me with a kiss, and a tight embrace, and soon we had a new rhythm. She made out with me hungrily, cupping my cheeks and exploring my mouth with her tongue. And all the while, I fucked her steadily.

We stayed like that for... I don't know how long. The only indication of time passing was how the overall light level gradually shifted from dusk to night. When we started, I could clearly see the quiet lust on her face, the way my thrusts made her curvy body jiggle. By the end, we were screwing each other in the dark, like a couple of teenagers.

But that just emphasised my other senses, and there was a lot of experience. Her noises, ranging from low groans to needy squeaks. The taste of her lips, her tongue, against my own. And above all, the warmth of her soft body beneath me. Her wet walls, caressing my cock. Welcoming it.

I remember sighing softly into her mouth. She was exactly right. This was a much better introduction to the city. Fears of being manhandled by strangers on the street gave way to to fluffy fantasies of women approaching me with polite confidence, asking me for my 'help'. Sinking into pussy after pussy after pussy, experiencing gorgeous textures of fur or feathers or scales. And they'd see it as me doing _them _a favour?

That thought made my dick twitch inside of Mabel, which in turn elicited a shiver and a little moan. "Y...you close, sugar?"

My voice was still breathy. "I mean, uh..."

"I'm fucking close."

I had lost track of time. Thinking about other stuff, and letting my cock, already sated from the fox cop, move on autopilot. Which meant I had lost track of just how long Mabel had spent right under me, being fucked by a human for the first time. Something she had been craving, played out at a tantalising slow pace.

"Please, baby, please..." She clutched me tight, and I could feel the strength in her arms. "I gotta cum. And I want to cum with you. C-can you do that? Can you speed up, and fuck me, and give me that human jizz? I need it so bad...!"

"It's very hot to hear you talk like that..."

"I'll - hah!! - I'll beg and plead as much as you want. Just - just give it to me!"

Her thighs were locked around me, but I was still able to thrust faster. "Yeah? You want more...?"

"Not want! Need! Fuck me, please!!"

Instead of words, I kissed her as hard as I could. And pumped her burning pussy faster and faster.

The office filled with wet sounds of friction. Every thrust felt great, and brought me closer to what she - what we both - needed. And all the while, Mabel continued to groan and grunt and gasp into my mouth, wordlessly begging for more. The pleasure was even better than fucking the fox, because although we were now at a similar breathless pace, we had built up to it slowly. Naturally.

I felt my balls churn. I was going to do it. I was going to cum inside my second animal-woman. Impregnate her. Breed her. And there was no hint of coercion this time, no ambiguity, no excuses. I was doing this because I wanted to. And it felt amazing.

Mabel broke the kiss, inhaling sharply. "I'm...!"

"Me too," I grunted. My arms held her warmly, even as my hips kept slamming into hers. "Me too. You don't have to hold back, I-"

She cut me off with a loud moan, arching her back - pressing her ample tits right into my chest. A shiver, and a squeak, and I knew she was cumming.

Her climax played out against me, her pussy milking my cock with instinctive need. And I surrendered to it, burying my dick deep inside her warm body. Another churn, another twitch, and we were in sync. I let out a low sigh - and my second load of cum.

Mabel didn't stop moaning and panting, clearly enjoying the feeling of my seed spilling into her. I can only hope her first batch of human sperm met her expectations, but judging from the noises she made, she was far from disappointed.

My thrusts petered out. I definitely felt my energy draining faster than usual, after my earlier encounter. But I did what I could to draw out both our orgasms, and even when we were both definitely finished, I made no move to pull away. Breathless and sweaty, we kept sharing that couch, our ravenous fucking easily giving way to a gentle cuddling session.

"Mmnh, that's right..." Her voice, right in my ear, was soothing as ever. "Nice to, ah, catch your breath, ain't it, sugar?"

"Definitely..."

There was a lot to still enjoy. Her body was warm and welcoming. I had full permission to play with her soft tits, and likewise, I made no complaint when her clawed hands began stroking and fondling my bare ass. We kissed and caressed each other, and all the while, my cock stayed comfortably inside her.

Eventually, though, I had to move. I pulled out of her slowly, giving her body a chance to say a long goodbye to mine. I fumbled for lightswitch, and once the office was illuminated, we could both watch my handiwork. My fertile cum, casually oozing from her filled pussy.

"Mmnh, look at that." She took two fingers and scooped up a sample. After a moment or two examining it, she popped it into her mouth. "Mmf! Tastes as good as it feels..."

"You think you'll get pregnant?" I said, which felt like a stupid question, but what else do you say after cumming directly into someone's womb?

"Maybe," she said, then fixed me with another huge grin. "Only one way to make sure, right?"

Despite everything, some part of me was already aroused again. "Right. Of course. Any time I have a car question-"

"-you come straight back here. That's a good boy~."

And that was how I made my first local contact. I hadn't even gotten the name of the first person I came inside, but now, I had someone I could rely on to provide a service. And more casual sex, I hoped.

She was happy to take a hot load of my cum as 'payment in kind' for the tail light, and the directions. And, speaking of, they got me to my apartment just fine. I took my time getting dressed and leaving Mabel behind - it had been a very enjoyable first meeting - but still, I was looking forward to sinking into bed and being alone. No more weird sex stuff for the rest of the night.

...Or so I thought.