FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Zeak felt strange shuffling into his wife’s jeans for three reasons. Firstly, the jeans were just a little too large for the dog girl’s narrow hips. Secondly, the jeans didn’t accommodate for the fluffy tail. Lastly, the jeans pockets were fake in the front which was just wrong. The denim material seemed to ruffle the fur uncomfortably under it, but Zeak chalked that up to how new the sensation was. Once dressed she looked at herself in the mirror again. Each time felt a little less terrible and a little more awe inspiring.

Carmen was just outside the bedroom in the adjacent office with her repeat client Stanley something or other. Zeak couldn’t particularly remember Stanley’s face either. Had he ever met Stan? Curiosity beckoned the anthropomorphic canine to the door. Just a peek surely wasn’t too bad a choice. So, with her mind made up Zeak snuck out into the hall just far enough to peak into the office.

The office was far from a utilitarian affair. Carmen had decorated every wall and surface with tokens of inspiration and beauty to feed her working imagination. Inside the nest of imagination stood Carmen leaning over her drafting table, and a well dressed distinguished looking older man. He must have been in his later forties but had the groomed air of someone with high standards and enough money to employ Carmen’s professional services. His hair had been black at one point of his life, had become speckled into a salt and pepper look which he wore confidently.

Stanley was standing just behind and to the side of Carmen so he could see her drawing out the lines across the canvas. With blatant nonchalance the older man looped an arm around Carmen’s waist and spoke “Yes, that is exactly what I was thinking. You have a great talent for understanding what I am looking for.” When to motion of her arm came to its final position.

The fur from Zeak’s tail all the way up to her scalp stood on end. For Carmen’s part she stepped smoothly out of Stanley’s arm and continued a second line. “You flatter me, but without being able to understand my clients I could never deliver?” She said to him without being perturbed in the least by his actions. This must have been going on for some time, and she wasn’t willing to lose the client because of some blatant sexual harassment. Zeak couldn’t let it go though.

With a growling snarl Zeak shoved the door open fully. Carmen jumped with a shrill yelp, and Stan turned to square off with the intruder. When the well-dressed man saw the snarling jaws of a five-foot-tall dog person his willingness to engage floundered “Holy Hell! What is that?!” Zeak stepped into the office and pointed a finger at Stanley “You get the fuck out of my house!” Zeak snapped, but the tone squeaked a bit as she threatened. Stan pressed himself against the wall and skirted around the talking animal person. Stan didn’t stick around, and left Carmen with Zeak. The room held still, thick with tension.

The Silence grew between them as Zeak stared at his wife with accusation, and she stood her ground indignantly “How could you let him touch you like that?!” Zeak finally demanded. Carmen brushed her hair out of her face and rolled her eyes at Zeak’s innocence. “Look, Zeak. Stan is gross. He has absolutely no sense of personal space, and thinks he’s entitled to that kind of bullshit. Something that you might not understand is that it happens in nearly every line of work when you expose yourself to pricks with deep pockets.” She put a hand on the canine’s shoulder and squeezed “Nothing has ever happened. They may be disrespectful, but I am an adamant professional.” She reassured her… husband?

It was Zeak’s turn to appear indignant while crossing her fully little arms over the modest breasts which now prominently displayed in the tank top she’d borrowed from her wife’s closet as well. He trusted Carmen’s word implicitly though. If she said nothing happened between herself and Stanley, she meant it. Zeak walked up to her wife and took Carmen’s hand into her own. “Okay, but I don’t want that ass hole in our house again. You really need to stand your ground on these kinds of things.” The five-foot-tall canid chided.

Carmen took her hand back and smiled wistfully at Zeak “Alright. We should get dinner going.” Both feeling quite frazzled from the exchange with Stanley they decided to order delivery. As they waited for the barbeque to arrive a silence had begun to settle over the couple. Carmen couldn’t seem to look Zeak in the eyes, so she took to working on a small clay sculpture which she enjoyed making as a hobby. For Zeak’s part her just didn’t know what to say. He felt the awkwardness between them rather acutely, but… what do you do?

The food truck arrived and went. Carmen split the food into equal portions to set at the table. The table was set for two but made to comfortable accommodate four in the rather likely case of guests. Zeak grabbed the rack of ribs on her plate with a growing need. How long had she gone without food so far? Too long, she decided. “Ick!” Zeak said a moment later, as she pulled her paw pads away from the thick sauce. Her fingertips and palm were a leathery soft material which gripped just fine, but in between the fingertip and palm was a layer of thin grey fur matted down with syrupy sauce. The canid looked pleadingly at Carmen who began to laugh.

“Police! Freeze! Stay right where you are!” shouted a voice from the front door which proceeded an incredibly loud smashing sound. Carmen and Zeak both screamed while jumping to their feet, food discarded to the table. Four men burst through the door and fanned out into the living-room adjacent to the dining-room. The two cast glances at each other while the men rushed into the room and yelled “Get On The Ground!”. Carmen lowered herself down but Zeak was shoved roughly into the table, bent forward, and pinned there. Another four men burst in the sliding glass door in the back of the house, fanning out into the bedroom and office.

“Site Secure. We’ve got ‘em.” A heavily armored office said into an ear piece. Zeak tried to turn her head and speak but she was shoved roughly down into her mash potatoes, hard enough to break the plate below her face. Dazed and confused Zeak was dragged out of the house. Carmen was screaming? Zeak was roughly thrown into what seemed like a big box, and large doors slammed shut. Industrial grade steel walls and ceiling. Benches on both sides that looked terribly uncomfortable but had to be better than laying on the textured metal floor. She pulled herself up and onto the left bench just to be able to see out the window.

Blue and red lights swirled all around. There were five police cars and this box van cluttering the street outside their home. Outside Carmen was shouting at a pair of police officers that held her back. Zeak couldn’t hear a thing outside the sound proofed vehicle she was in. The door was locked, which she didn’t have much hope would be otherwise. She kicked the doors twice in frustration, but a voice came over an intercom “Do not strike the vehicle.” It said. Remembering the rough treatment from before Zeak stopped.

She was taken away. After nearly half an hour of waiting the van began driving. Sitting sideways on a small barely padded bench was unpleasant but paled in comparison to the way they handled her as they arrived at security facility? The men came at Zeak who held her hands up in surrender. Two of them grabbed her after the third used an odd collar on a long pole to loop around her neck like a rabid stray. Being choked and pulled around like this had Zeak tucking her tail and stumbling around off balance the entire way into the building. Razor wire brimmed fences surrounded a large yard filled with three dozen men in orange jumpsuits. “Looks like you got another Fuzzy, Dan! What are you planning on doing with ‘em? Ooh that one’s got a cute rack! You Dog!” one orange clad man hollered at an officer.

The inside of the facility was as much concrete and steel as the exterior. The local penitentiary did very little to conceal its utilitarian nature. Zeak was dragged into a small room with a drain in the bottom of it… which didn’t look particularly well used. “Stop, please. You’re choking me.” She tried to stammer out but was ignored. The two holding her arms began stripping her down which caused the dog girl to flail a bit “STOP! God damn it listen to me! What did I do?!” The tank top didn’t survive the pull down her arms. The Jeans were a good bit tougher but when the collar pole pulled up, she couldn’t stop them from dragging her wife’s jeans from her hips. Zeak cried and whimpered as they turned on a hose and sprayed her down. “What did I do?” she cried.

Zeak was brought screaming and kicking to another room after they’d finished hosing her down. The path was a winding one for which she was exposed to a good few inmates and guards having not been given clothes yet. The room she was dragged into had cabinets and counters, an overhead examination light, a chemical storage unit, and a chair. “Please, please, please no. please.” She pleaded to uncaring ears. Forced into the examination chair Zeak was strapped in. A leather strap across each forearm, each shin, and then her throat. What was this an insane asylum from the 1920s?!

The three men grimaced at her in the most disapproving way before leaving. Zeak felt her cheeks burning from embarrassment, rage, and tears. Testing her bonds, the canid found the most movement she could get was in her shoulders, but if she moved too far one way or the other, she ended up getting choked by leather. It wasn’t like she’d been an escape artist in some other life. She was shaking, either from being dragged about wet and naked or from the fear of what might be coming next. Lethal injection? They wouldn’t just drag her in here and execute her!

An indeterminable time passed until the door reopened. A man in his early thirties came into the room wearing a lab coat and held a clip board and pen. “Another one. Fascinating. Female… border collie? No, the patterning is too uniform.” The man came in and grabbed a small tongue depressor and approached “Hey there. I know it’s a lot going on right now, but we’re going to try and figure this out. Alright?” He said in a sing song manner like you’d say to a child. “Now say aww.” He said. Zeak was so confused by the jovial treatment after being dragged in here that she actually complied. The stick pressed her tongue down and the doctor pulled out a small light and shone it in the canid’s mouth.

Once the stick was removed Zeak smacked her jaws and glowered at the doctor. “You can’t just abduct people and take them to prison. What am I here for?” She demanded and sounded surprisingly cute when angry… which only made her angrier. What’s worse is he ignored her! Grabbing her muzzle and shining the light into one eye and then the other. “You have some rather beautiful green eyes. Very interesting fur pattern. Good, good nothing odd there.” He said mostly to himself before walking over to the chemical storage unit.

When the doctor came back, he had a small shaver, a needle, and three test tubes. “Hey! Stop! Listen to me!” She yelled emphasizing the word me. It didn’t matter it seemed. The lab coat clad man shaved a portion of fur off the inside of her elbow and stuck the needle in. The blood that came back was a deep dark red which was nearly black. That disconcerted Zeak a bit but was more shocked that this doctor would just stick her without consent!

The examination continued in an incredibly thorough manner for nearly an hour. Zeak had run out of energy to complain any more about ten minutes ago. That is until the doctor adjusted the seat back, so she was nearly laying down. The chair split on the legs and Zeak was suddenly on her back, legs spread, and horribly aware of how naked she was. “Whoa! Hey! What the fuck?!” She hollered at the doc. He saddled up beside her and pressed another button that lifted Zeak up to a comfortable waist high position for him. His hand reached down and spread the canid’s labia so he could take a gander down below.

Zeak’s face lit up like a Christmas tree as she stammered for more words. Shocked by how invasive the good doctor was being. She should have probably assumed this could happen from his absolute disregard earlier. “Looks in order. Stimulus and responses seem typical.” The doctor mused to himself but paused when he brushed his finger tip up along the clitoral hood. “Interesting. Subject seems to be lacking a urethra. Have you been able to urinate?” He asked. Zeak growled hatefully at the doctor as her answer.

Undisturbed the doctor spreads her out again and attempts to take a better look. He noticed the clitoris seemed to be swelling with the continued stimulation and so investigated further. “Subject… wait a minute.” Curiosity was palpable in his voice as Zeak felt the hand push back the clitoral hood and a small part of her tip slipped out. She gritted her teeth and tried desperately not to be aroused. The doctor began actually fingering her! Rubbing up and down on the vulva as more blood rushed down into the obsidian flesh which grew slick to the touch. The more aroused she became the more hateful she felt towards the doctor. Truly this was a nightmare.

Inch after inch Zeak’s shaft pressed out of it’s internal sheath into the waiting hands of the nameless doctor. “Most interesting. It appears to be a vestigial penis? Like a hyena maybe?” He inquired to himself really. Fingers pressed into the yielding flesh between Zeak’s thighs and she yelped with panic as a finger slipped inside of her body for the first time ever. She still could move her hips pretty well and so tried to jeer the hand away in jerking motions, but the doctor grasped her as with his other hand and pushed a second finger into the new pussy. The black flesh squeezed and wrapped around the intruding digits and Zeak’s mind was going blank with sensation. Every thought she tried to form melted away into “Oh My God! Oh my gawd! OH MY FUCKING GOD!” but all she made were high pitched whining sounds.

Fully aroused now Zeak’s canine shaft twitched and strained for stimulation of its own. “The subject does not appear to have testicles but has produced a sizeable vestigial penis. Checking responsivity.” He said. That was when Zeak realized the man had a small recording device in his lab coat breast pocket! “HELP Me!” She screamed at it. She gasped when the doctor grasped the meat of her shaft with the hand he had previously been holding her ass with. Two fingers churned the inside of her slick pussy while the doctor began stroking the obsidian spire.

Zeak’s tongue lolled out a bit as the stimulation overwhelmed her. Her hips were jerking in the closest thing to protest she could manage strapped into the chair like this, but her knot was swelling at the base of the shaft. “Semen?” The doctor inquired as pre cum beaded at the tip. Fingers massaged around the base one last time and Zeak moaned lewdly in distress. Her taunt stomach muscles clenched and unclenched as hot white ribbons of seed sprayed up onto the doctor’s coat and her own belly. He kept massaging for a moment and then let go… leaving the canid in a mess of fluids. “Not Vestigial? Just more questions.” He said to himself. He cleaned up at the sink nearby and then departed the examination room with his clip board. This left Zeak whimpering in embarrassment and hate… alone.