FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

You stare at the fox with intense hatred, your hands cuffed behind your back and a collar hanging on your neck. A simple leash is attached to the ring on the collar and is pulling you closely behind Vulpis. Your feet crunches on the snow below you, cold and numb from walking for 10 minutes. Vulpis himself looks very happy, his tail wagging and his lips curled in a smile.

“This is fucking humiliating." You growl, tugging against the leash for a brief moment before the slave program puts you back in your place. You been put through a lot shit in the past years, but this is just takes the cake. You see many creatures walking by, their eyes following you as you walk. Not because you are human or being walked on a leash, but due to being bare naked as the day you were born.

You can see their eyes follow the swaying meat between your legs. No hands to cover it up and far too big to not go unnoticed. You know that Vulpis is enjoying the attention you are receiving, always clicking and wagging a finger at people that try to get touchy with you.

“Slave 4-935 body temperature is dropping." His pockets ring out. He looks back you, seeing your eyes glare at him and your face as pale as the snow around you. “Alright Servum, time to go inside." He says, tugging your leash and clicking at you to follow him.

“I'm not your fucking dog!" You shout at him, pulling back on the leash and forcing it out of his hands. You stumble on your feet and fall backwards into the snow, the ice softening the impact. Your body feels numb as you lay there, your heartbeat slowing down with your shivering.

“Come on Servum, get up before you freeze your butt off." He tells you, picking up the leash from the snowy floor and gently tugging it.

You try to swipe his feet with your legs, but instead you sluggishly drag it across the floor and your programming stops you from connecting. “G-Go t-t-to H-Hell…" You stutter, your voice slurring as the urge to sleep suddenly comes to mind.

“Warning: Slave 4-935 is suffering from hypothermia."

“Such a brash human." You hear before unconsciousness takes you. As quickly as you fell unconscious, you awake again somewhere new. The sounds of a crackling fire echos in the room as a warm wave of air blows across your naked skin. You lay there for a moment, resting on a red carpet in front of a fire place like some mutt on a Christmas night.

You feel a paw pet your shaved head, a rough pad running down the scar of where the inhibitor chip was inserted through in your skull. “Glad to see you are awake Servum."

“Go fuck yourself…" You growl at the fox.

Vulpis chuckles at your comment, running his paw from your head and sliding it across your body to your hips. “Now why would I do that when I can have you do that for me?" He says rhetorically.

You try to be threatening, but with the sudden erection sticking out very obviously between your legs as well as the handcuffs restraining you, the only thing you can sit just glare menacingly. This only seems to fuel the fox on, Vulpis licking his lips are his eyes are more focused on the meat between your legs than the death stare you are giving him.

“Mmm… As much as I want to, we got things to do today Servum." He reaches behind you and unlocks your cuffs, freeing a hand before it swings at him and stops inches from his muzzle. “Cute." He sits up and pats his thigh, “Come on Servum."

You growl as something clicks in your thoughts, your body moving on its own as you pick yourself up and follow the furry alien.

You left what you assume was the bedroom into a hallway. The air is much colder than the bedroom, the floor icy beneath your feet as you follow the fox. Vulpis probably likes it this cold given he is covered in fur, but all it does for you is send shivers down your spine.

The fox stops in his tracks, pointing to many doors that line the hallway. “Most of these rooms are for guests and the occasional celebrations for my company. You will keep this tidy as well tend to other tasks." He opens a door and reveals a very large kitchen lined with some sort of lizard men. “This is where you will be collecting food for guests and myself." He shuts it closed and move on to the last door of the hallway.

He smiles and moves to the side, waving a paw towards you. “After you." He says in a smug tone.

You growl as your ball your hands into a clenched fist, his device beeping rapidly in his pants. “Warning CPU overloading!"

You plant your left foot firmly before drawing your right knee upwards and driving your foot forward into the door frame. It thuds and clunks against your foot, the frames buckling before tearing out from the wall. The door sits for a second before falling forward to the floor.

Vulpis stares at the door laying on the floor then the scarred walls of where the door hinges were connected on. “Huh… Well, you can clean this up later. Now onto your room."

On the other side of the door reveals a large room with two stairs curling into the center from where you are standing, you take a couple paces forwards and look down to the center. A large circle with a feral chasing its tail, in the center seems to be the Egyptian Cross. “Family Crest and Icon of Vulpis Industries. If you want to stare at it longer, you can look at the one on your chest."

Chest?

You look down and see black markings on your left breast, a similar circle with the fox and cross. “You son of a bitch…" You mutter under your breath.

He leads you to the other door on the other side, making sure to open it this time to prevent you from breaking down another door in anger. “This hallway is Staff quarters, this is where they sleep and bath. And this room." He opens the third door you two walk by, “Is your room." All you see is a clothes rack, a mirror, a desk with a chair and a blanket on the floor. The uniforms hanging on the rack lack any form of modesty, sleeveless and bare on the chest. There isn't even any pants either.

“Lovely…" You remark. Vulpis grins and rubs your shoulder with a paw. “I can arrange the bed however…" He says in a sly manner. “The weather is so cold on this planet and I need someone nice and thick to keep me warm inside." He whispers into your ear before nibbling on your lobe.

“I'll pass." You tell him, stepping into the room and shutting the door on him. You sigh in relief finally getting some alone time from those damn xenos. You look at the mirror and examine yourself. Fit condition, shaved bald with a scar running through the middle, tattoo on your chest, and a gigantic cock with apple sized balls. You can only imagine what else that fox has done to you.

You hear a buzzing noise and feel your ear vibrate inside. “Oh Servum, you can rest for tonight but you will have your duties tomorrow. Do get some rest and my offer still stands." As soon as he stops speaking, the buzzing and vibration ends.

Great… A radio implant…

You pick up the blanket and drape it over your waist, tying a knot to keep it secured. With the modesty in check, you quietly open the door, peeking out slowly for any guards.

All you can see is a dark, empty hallway. Sliding out of the door and closing it behind you, you step silently through the hallway towards the main entrance door.

A gentle click and push, the old styled hinges creaking as you peer through the cracks of the opening. Nothing… No guards, no security, nothing stopping you.

You get a gut feeling that something is off, something is wrong here. You step inside and shut the door behind. You move through the stairs leading down to the crest and your exit out of this Manor. You look around for cameras, for security measures hidden on the walls. Still nothing…. You move towards the large door, the only thing that is actually modern with the xeno tech. Sliding doors with a handprint scanner as a key. No door knob or any way of prying it open unless you have a crowbar. Unsafe during a fire, but you guess having money makes you careless.

You scratch your head at how to open, deciding to shoot the shit and just place your hand on the print reader.

Servum Identified. Access Granted.

Warning: Hazardous Weather.

-117.7 C

“Well shit…" You just blurt out, surprised at the free range you have. Nothing is holding you back. The doors open and a gust of intense winds blow inside. Immediately you feel your legs lock up as the deathly chills drops your body temperature rapidly. You crawl backwards away from the cold, your limbs turning pale as the snow storm floods inside to occupy every space it can take.

The door shuts after 30 seconds of being open, the cold no longer rising as the heater turns on and fixes the temperature of the room. You shudder on the floor as you shakingly get up, your vision slightly blurring as you see a blue text appear into your view.

Body temperature dropping.

Seek warmth.

36 C

It's hard to see with that text in your way, stumbling and trying to make your way towards the only warmth you can think of… or well, what the whispers are you telling you in your mind.

You lean on the stair railing as you sluggishly climb up, moving in a direction you don't recall remembering but knowing it's where you should go. Your thoughts are buzzing with odd whispers and monologue warnings of how close you are to dying. You barely notice you reached the destination you autopilot on, your hand reaching up and already knocking on it.

You shiver and your teeth clatter, standing at the door as you wait for a response. You don't even remember how you got here, but for some reason you know this will work. The door opens and Vulpis peers out, a knowing smile on his muzzle as if he knew this would happen. “Why don't you come in."

You try to frown, but your shudders and shivers makes it hard to look menacingly. You follow wordlessly, feeling his paw grab your blanket tied to your waist and tugging it off. “You wouldn't need that in here." He says smugly, tossing your only cover out the door and shutting it close.

You notice the Fox is just as naked as you are, though his sheath is swollen with a knot bulging at the base. He struts towards his giant bed, bending over seductively on the mattress as he flags his tail high and opens the blankets.

You hate this fox, but your frostbitten mind can barely resist the programming telling you to be erect. His eyes lit up at your impressive and inhuman length, a finger curling for you to come closer. You growl as you step forward and slide your shaft between his cheeks, his fur feeling nice against your frozen skin.

“That's a good boy." He says, guiding your shaft towards his hole as his tail drags under your chin. “Why don't you come closer, get warm with my soft fur."

Your mind buzzes with that suggestion, making it sound like a good idea to just listen to him. You lean over to huddle along the back of the Fox, your shaft pressing and sliding inside the fox's rear.

He murrs in a delightful groan as you get to the hilt and spoon the fox, his insides feel hot and comforting along your cock. You shiver as you pull the fox tighter against you, climbing further into the bed to get warm quickly. Vulpis is all too happy to pull the covers over and whisper his favorite words. “Knot me."

Just like before, the base of your shaft inflates and locks you inside the fox. You would protest, but the freezing chill from earlier easily shuts you up for the moment as you cling to the only warm object in the room.

“Mmm… You feel so good tied like this." He moans, licking his lips and giving a quiet groan when you twitch. You mutter under your breath, but you just bury your face to try to recover your body heat.

“Good night Servum." He claps his paws together and the lights go out.