FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Suddenly, and all at once, the lights began to flicker erratically in the store. Customers were momentary puzzled as they looked up at the fluorescents. There was then a loud pop, followed by a flash, spooking some of them. And then everything seemed to return to normal.

Elsewhere in the store, inside a small wooden changing stall, there was a wall-mounted bench where now a single grey furred woman stood. The strange figure, only half dressed in an outfit of clean black vest and ivory white mantle, put her hand to the door and pushed, opening it and revealing the tiny hallway outside.

Sybil stepped out of the stall, her Dream Breaker in hand, letting the thin wooden door swing shut behind her with a clack. She turned her head left and right, furling her brow as there wasn't enough to see that could clue her in on the state of this world or its inhabitants.

When she emerged from the changing rooms several furry faces all turned to look at her with confusion. Sybil passed them all quick glances, most of the faces being women with dozens of racks of clothing all around her. She ignored the confused questions from one woman as she left the store, leaving the people behind bewildered as to where she'd come from, as no one had seen her enter the store nor the dressing rooms.

Once she was out on what looked like a busy city street, she panned her eyes all around, taking in the sights and sounds of what was clearly a fully formed and fully functional city.

“Everything seems to be as it should. I might be able to save them before things get worse." She said to herself, everyone around her on the sidewalk now staring at her strangely.

Her intuition told her she was in the right place, but she would not know the source of the corruption until she saw its face. She's needed to move quickly, and so she turned in the direction that her intuition felt was best, and began to sprint, startling the people mingling on the sidewalk.

As she sped across the concrete, catching everyone's shocked gazes, she began to feel a growing sense of relief. Most worlds she entered were in a state of decay, a bewildering mess of consciousness torn apart by forces unseen. For once, she might have just made it in time to truly avert disaster and save someone with little to no trouble, before the trouble grew too great.

She skidded on a heel, stopping on a dime at a busy intersection. Vehicles of colorful metal sped back and forth down the roadway, impeding her path. Someone next to her removed a small shiny black device from their pocket and pointed it at her, but she paid it little mind. She took a step backwards, then shot forward. She leaped across one of the busy lanes, a red vehicle zipping under her as she landed in the middle of the next lane, before darting again with a leap that led to another.

A cacophony of blaring horns echoed all around her as she reached the other side of the roadway, intent on making the best possible time to her target, whomever that might be. People on her side of the road all had their own small devices in hand, pointing the little black and white shiny things at her as they gawked and stared.

She then began to sprint again, following the sidewalk until her instincts told her that she needed to stop, her eyes looking up at the large steel and glass structures surrounding her on all sides. They were monoliths, reflecting the blue sky and sunlight like manmade gods. She'd arrived in a very strange world.

Sybil darted down a narrow path between two of the monoliths, following a kind of roadway that led deeper into the massive structures until she was standing udnerground. She found an entrance that led inside one of the two structures, a building of pure concrete with many more colorful metal vehicles parked within. It was a disconcerting place, almost spooky. Its floors were bare of beauty, just ugly concrete in all directions. Strange glowing lights hung overhead in perfect measurements, and there seemed to be no people unlike the commotion outside on the sidewalks.

Perhaps this is where the discord is happening? Everything outside seemed so normal, at least for this world, but in this liminal space of concrete and vehicles, it felt unwell. Something wasn't right about a place like this, it was too unnatural.

She no longer ran, but instead carefully walked because her intuition was making her nose tingle. Sybil was certain the source was nearby. She listened closely, hearing the distant echoes of metallic slams, the tip tap of footsteps. Nothing was clear here, all echoes and discordant noises from far away, sound bouncing across the concrete walls, floors, and ceilings as if in rebellion against the sanity of the real world.

Then, suddenly, she felt a terrible tremble run up her spine. Her head turned sharply to the right, staring a hole in a nearby wall. Right there!

She began to walk with purpose, her hand clutching tight to the Dream Breaker as she moved quicker and quicker, her own footsteps adding to the echoes of the concrete. She met the wall, and knew what she was looking for was on the other side. She began to follow it quickly, running her hand along its ugly surface until she found an opening. It led downward, deeper into the building, and she only felt more uneasy the deeper she went. At last, she found its bottom. She was deep underground now, the outside world so very distant to her, surrounded now by the yellow glow of false light and the cold stone walls of concrete.

Sybil felt a chill, she didn't like this place.

She moved faster, knowing her goal was very near. Large concrete pillars stood ominously all around her now, and more than half of the painted spaces where vehicles belonged sat empty. Only a few colorful vehicles were here, until she found one that was a pale silver in color. She approached the vehicle, seeing that a person was sitting inside it. He was distracted, staring at one of the small shiny devices everyone in this world seemed to have.

She reached his vehicle, studying him through the thin pane of glass as he looked at something bright on his device, lines of text scrawled across the device's glass screen. She furled her brow, studying the man's features. He wore a canine's face, covered in brown fur, a pair of glasses sitting upon his muzzle.

Was this man the source? Was he the one she needed to find? She could feel something powerful emanating from him, something that felt dangerous and corruptive, buried within this man despite his exterior seeming so calm.

He must have felt her presence then, because he turned his head and saw her. His furred face first took on a look of surprise, and then quickly one of alarm.

“Ma'am? Are you alright?" He said aloud, his voice muffled and barely audible through the glass of his vehicle, his one hand putting his device away while the other reached for the door to the vehicle. Sybil took one step back as the vehicle's door opened.

“Ma'am? Are you ok, do you need help? Do you need the police?" He asked her with concern as he stepped out of the vehicle.

He was tall, dressed in a sharp black and grey outfit, dress slacks and a shirt with shiny buttons down the front. The canine shut the door to his vehicle and approached her cautiously, Sybil staring deeply at his face to study him further.

His exterior was safe, but she could see a corruptive influence deep inside him, something that must have been the source of this world's discord. Of course she'd find him lost here, trapped inside the concrete prison of strange lights and echoes.

“Ma'am, can you talk? You aren't wearing any pants; do you need an ambulance? The police?" He asked her with concern, whatever corruptive influence inside her was still small enough to be mastered by the soul that contained it, controlled.

She needed to know for certain if he was the one. She reached out her hand, alarming him, but he didn't move as she placed her hand on his cheek. His fur was soft with only a hint of bristle, face warm. It was him.

He was this world's Dreamer, or at least, he was the vessel the Dreamer had chosen.

“You're kinda freaking me out, ma'am?" He told her.

“You need to wake up." She told him, making him furl his brow with confusion.

He was weak, not the kind of violent opponent she'd normally face. Fortunately, the corruption facing this world had not grown enough to require the Dream Breaker's full power. She stabbed the Dream Breaker into the concrete next to her, surprising the man in front of him.

Before he could speak, she grabbed him by the other cheek, feeling his warmth in both hands and using all her concentration to find the way to purify this vessel, to break the curse and end the dream so that the Dreamer might be freed.

“Look, ma'am, this is all very exciting, but do I need to call the police? Was there some cosplay convention nearby, were you hurt?" He asked her, and then she felt the source of the corruption inside him.

She held it tight in her mind's eye but could not make it budge. It was locked tight within the vessel, and would need to be coaxed free. She sighed, furling her own brow as she rubbed his cheeks, the corner of her mouth lifting in a sneer as she realized what sort of method she'd have to use to break loose this corruption to free the Dreamer. It was a corruption born from the sins of the flesh, a taint that could only be coaxed from its victim with desire. Fire with fire.

“You are the one that needs help. I'm sorry if this alarms you, but it must be done." She told him, Sybil watching as the man's expression shifted into one of confusion.

“What?" He asked.

She reached her hands behind his head and yanked him down to her, pressing her lips to his, forcing a kiss. He gasped, then struggled, but she was much stronger than him. She let go of his face, breaking the kiss. He was bewildered for the moment, and during his confusion she grabbed him by the belt around his waist and lifted.

His feet left the ground by a few inches, and then she dropped him on his back with a thud, knocking the wind out of him.

“Hey!" He shouted, and then she was pouncing on him, her hips straddling his as she silenced him with another kiss. He tried to fight back, but even though he was a man, he was but a creature in this world of dreams.

Sybil was far stronger than a dream.

It gave her great pain to do this, but at least she wasn't forced to use her Dream Breaker. She'd on many occasions had to defeat her foes with violence, destroying them in order to free them. She wouldn't have to do that this time, but that was still a terrible salve for the wound she felt open within herself. She did not enjoy using force to save others, especially not like this.

As she kissed him, he struggled, grabbing her by the shoulders and trying to push her away and failing. He must be suffering from so much panic, and she knew the faster she got this done the better it would be for both of them. The Dreamer must wake, and perhaps he will still find it within himself to forgive her, as well as thank her, for what she'd done.

She wrapped her hands behind his head and kissed him harder, concentrating her thoughts until she felt herself glow bright from head to toe. This seemed to startle him, stopping his struggle as he grappled with the confusion of why she'd suddenly glowed bright like a beacon. She broke the kiss, and then reached down to his pants to unfasten them.

He gawked at her.

“T-this isn't cosplay." He stammered breathlessly.

She broke the button on his pants, and then tore open his zipper, finding more fabric underneath that she had to dig through until she found the fuzzy package that lay hidden beneath it all. She cupped him gently, not wishing to make this experience worse than it needed to be, feeling the size of him.

Sybil was neither inexperienced nor was she naïve, but not she understood that the corruption within this vessel had its own method of self-defense, and that appeared to be his size. A Dream Breaker of its own, she sneered. She wrapped her hand around the canine's fuzzy sheath, and began to massage him.

“Am I dead? Did I like, die from carbon monoxide or something? A gas leak?" He stammered again, Sybil feeling his body tremble nervously beneath her.

“You are not dead, just asleep. I am here to wake you, so that you can be free." She told him.

“Oh God, I am dead!" He cried out in anguish. “I didn't even have the car running!"

She squeezed his sheath, feeling him through his fuzzy fur and soft skin, finding the thick rod buried deep within it. Sybil was not a coward, and not one to back down from a challenge, but only a true fool is without fear in the midst of battle. There are always dangers that must be heeded, and she could tell that this poor man's vessel contained within it a terrible danger indeed.

“You are not dead!" She told him firmly, twisting her hand around to leave his sheath and find his testicles.

They were just as large and deadly, and she wished that perhaps this world had been much more corrupted. Engaging in fair battle against an aggressive foe was a sight better way to spend one's time than forcing herself on a frightened man corrupted from within.

Finally, despite the man's fear, his tip still emerged from his sheath. Her attention to him was working, drawing out his sword little bit by little bit.

“And you sure as hell aren't in cosplay!" He shouted back at her, and with her other hand she wrapped it around his muzzle to silence him.

He was now stretching free of his sheath, his shaft lengthening and thickening at once until she was forced to sneer again as his little Dream Breaker became something she knew she'd struggle against. This was not going to be easy; she knew. Her experience would be tested, her body contested. The corruption would not give up without a fight, the dream would refuse to be broken until the very last.

Sybil lifted her hips off him, guiding his still growing shaft towards her nether region. She shut her eyes, reluctantly pressing his tip at her entrance, and then began to sit.

“Oh, fuck!" He gasped, breaking the grasp she hand on his muzzle.

She winced as her hips sank down, his tip penetrating past her lips and squeezing inside her folds. He was so thick! She sucked in a breath of air, then spat it out with a sharp exhale. Opening one eye, she checked on him, watching his mouth hang open wordlessly as he was overcome by the sensation of her body enveloping his own.

A large meaty lump pressed against her lips, and she looked down. What she saw was her own body, experienced and yet out of practice, stretched painfully taut around the man's girthy length. The very base of his penis was swollen, and still growing, a large fleshy orb expanding at his base. It was alarming her with how large he was becoming, as even his shaft appeared to be growing still within her, making the tightness of her tunnel that much more obvious to both of them.

He was so deep in her abdomen that she could feel his tip pressing against her womb, pushing away at her insides and rearranging them to make room for itself. He was making himself fit within her just as much as her body was shifting for his presence.

She lifted her hips carefully, slowly, feeling his thick length drag across her insides.

“Shit, tight!" He gasped again.

Sybil suddenly felt something, nearly gasping herself before she clenched her teeth to keep it inside. She exhaled sharply through her nose as a powerful sensation echoed up from her nethers. It was pleasure, but not of the sort that comes naturally. It was a tight ball of ecstasy, coming from the corruption within the man, trapped within him and yet in control of parts of him. It was obvious to her now that the only conduit through which the corruption could spread itself was through this man's genitals.

She lifted her hips, felt the terrible tug of her inner walls on his shaft, his girth so great that she winced as she reached the hallway mark. With a grunt she dropped her hips back down, making the man grunt, too. For a brief moment she saw stars, the pleasure boiling up in her loins was so powerful that it took all of her effort to clench her teeth and contain it. If she allowed herself to come to orgasm, then this Dreamer would be doomed.

Sybil had to draw out the corruption before it could infect her, she had to defeat him quickly! The threat this man poses to this world of dreams was unique, one she'd so seldom seen in other dreams she'd visited. The toxic sin of pleasure spreading from one act to another, intoxicating orgasms moving from one person to another until the whole city, and then the rest of the Dreamer's world, lay in ruin.

With her hands planted solidly on his chest, she started grunting, ashamed of herself for her own noises. Her hips went up, and then dropped, again and again. The motion of the ocean was all that mattered, not the absurd size of the man's penis. She had to ignore the pleasure, she had to set her jaws tight, grunt through gritted teeth. Even as her eyelids fluttered with pleasure, she endured, gripping the man tightly as her hips moved like a blur.

He was gasping, squirming under her, his legs kicking out behind her as he struggled beneath her. She was able to hold him down, keep him pinned. His hands had started at her wrists, trying to break himself free, but now they were groping at her waist and hips. The canine was bucking his hips up at her now, the corruption taking him over from head to toe.

The man gasped, grunted, his hands clenched tightly onto her sides. His enormous cock was pile driving her from below, and she was helping it. It was a race, a competition to see who would reach the finish line last. She welded her eyes shut, desperate to keep the pleasure from winning.

That fat cock was trying so hard to win! It was oozing and spitting hot pre inside her, lubing up her inner walls like oil until her hips were rapidly bouncing. She wasn't even fully sure if she was moving her hips or if the corruption was to blame. She felt as if on fire, the sound of a wet tunnel enveloping a hot rod was echoing and bouncing across the concrete walls that surrounded them.

If she had not been concentrating so hard on her own victory, she might have been ashamed of how debased she must have looked as her nethers spit and slung strings of clear nectar across the canine beneath her.

Something started to grow. That thick lump at his base of his shaft was swelling larger, and rapidly. It tickled and teased her lips, tugging at her walls with every buck of his hips, with every drop and rise of her own. He was a canine, and she knew canines, so she knew what was going to happen! This would be her only chance to defeat the corruption, to free the poor man and his Dreamer from the corruption's clutches! She must not allow it to defeat her!

Sybil spat out a gasp, grunting as the size of the man's knot began to reach its apex. It was now too large to pop inside her, locked just outside her petals, mashing against her lips with violent abandon as she and he mashed their hips together.

“Fuck!" He shouted, his hands suddenly gripped her painfully tight, a burst of corrupted strength that matched even her own.

Sybil could not break free from him even if she tried, the corruption was in full control, waging its carnal war against her just as she was waging one against it!

He must have moved his legs, planting the bottoms of his feet on the concrete ground, because he then bucked up into her so hard, she bounced without meaning to. He threw her almost off of him, but his hands jerked her back down, locking her in place.

In the beginning, she'd been stronger than him, much stronger, but now that the tide was turning Sybil would have to defeated him with stamina! She couldn't break free of his grip, and his hips were slamming up into her so hard she was being thrown forward and back, powerless to stop him!

Sybil gasped, nearly giving into the pleasure boiling hotter and hotter inside her. She felt like she was going to explode from it! The ecstasy trying to blossom between them was at a fever pitch, itching for release, and her teeth were beginning to painfully ache from how tightly she was clenching them.

Sybil reached down, grabbed him by his own waist, clutching at him, struggling to fight against the corrupted power of his thrusts. She looked down and watched as her own drool slung freely from his lips and chin, saliva oozing out from between her teeth as the ecstasy threatened to defeat her from within.

His knot slammed up against her entrance, pushing her tight walls apart, but failed to enter.

Sybil panicked, knowing that if he made it inside her, that she might not be able to win! She let go of his waist and threw her hands out to his neck.

Despite the ferocity of his thrusts, she pulled herself down and forced herself to kiss him. With her inner light, she began to glow, using her power, and all of it if she had to! She needed every ounce of her strength from what was soon to come, because he wasn't stopping! His knot kept trying to pry her open, and it was going to succeed!

His tongue snaked its way into her mouth, and she allowed it. She allowed the corruption to believe itself victorious, Sybil sucking on the man's tongue, spreading her legs and allowing that terrible ball of flesh to spear up against her tunnel as violently as it wished!

Her pussy was pulled taut, painfully so, his knot was so thick! With another mighty thrust, his bulbous orb finally sank inside her at last with a viciously wet pop. Sybil's eyes crossed, her face tightening like she'd just bitten into a lemon, and then she felt the first of what would become several volleys.

As she glowed brightly over him, his cock throbbed violently inside her. Hot, fresh, canine seed spilled freely into like a deluge, a torrent of corruption striking against her womb, at her very core, but as she glowed brightly she endured the storm. For every vicious rope that was slung against her womb, the light of her purity held firm, healing the damage to her soul as the corruption raged at her violently from inside her stretched taut pussy.

Again and again, the corruption tried to strike her down, tried until her belly was swollen with so much of his seed that the pressure was almost too painful to bear, but then she broke the man's kiss. She threw her head back in triumph as the seed faded down to just a trickle, and then finally stopped. Squatting over her opponent, her stomach was bloated, but her soul was intact, her spirit unbroken.

The poor man was exhausted beneath her, the corruption that had taken root within was now in tatters, and with one final expression of her power she concentrated, focusing deeply on the man until the brightness of her light consumed them both in the parking garage

Suddenly, the world became filled with darkness, the lights had just gone out.

And now it was time for the Dreamer to wake, freed from the corruption that kept him here for so long.

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A goofy man, pale and without fur, floated alone in the darkness of the void. In the distance was a single bright light, much like a star. A woman, strangely dressed, weapon in hand, beckoned the equally strange man to approach her, to come to her and wake up, to end the dream.

“…Ah, I see..."

? “…This isn't real life, it's just a furry fantasy…" ?

? “…Was trapped in a wild ride, but now it's back to reality…" ?

? “…I'll soon open my eyes, and look up to the ceiling and see…" ?

? “…I'm just a regular guy, I'm not some furry freak…" ?

? “…Because I'm single again, now off to work I go…" ?

? “…My little salary, and the debt I know…" ?

? “…Any…way…" ?

? “…Goodbye…" ?

The Dreamer finally woke, and the World of San Furnando faded, soon to be forgotten. Such is the fate of dreams.