FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

I recommend reading the first chapter first, just so you know what's going on.

This story is shorter than the first, but if you still want to skip straight to the smut search for _“GRRRRRRR". I wouldn't recommend it though, as it doesn't make a whole lot of sense out of conte_xt.

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To some, Quantine-63 might seem like the loneliest place in the galaxy. A frozen dwarf orbiting a blue star, it was covered in perpetual snowfall and was completely uninhabited save for a single Alliance listening post. The lone outpost was there as a early warning system against a deep-space assault, but in recent months it had also been used as a testing ground for new technology. I'm Sam, one of the two caretakers assigned to keep the place up and running.

The other person assigned here is named Lucy, though I'm not sure if she could be considered an official employee. She's perky, compliant, curious, competent, and easy to get along with. We've...gotten quite close, in the time we've been together, and one could almost say we were in a relationship. That wouldn't be too odd on its own, but there's one little complication that makes things weird: Lucy isn't human.

She was originally sent here as a piece of experimental hardware a week ago, arriving in what seemed to me like a stasis pod. From what I can tell, she's been genetically engineered for something, maybe to withstand the cold. She looks kind of like a bipedal husky, standing about 5' 4" on canine paws. She's covered in soft fur, has a bushy tail, and has a taste for raw meat.

On one particular morning, I was sitting on the couch watching TV while Lucy finished up with some basic software updates. She looked pretty cute in her grey uniform, with her cap on her head and her tail curled upwards over her rump. I could swear she was wearing it different, maybe a bit looser than before. Maybe she just didn't care about tidying it up after realizing how relaxed I was.

After punching in a few last commands, she padded over to the couch and flopped down beside me.

“What's this?" She looked towards the TV with genuine curiosity. I never understood why TV shows and movies fascinated her so much, but then again I wasn't raised in a laboratory.

“Oh, just Johny Corporate." A cheap laugh track sounded as one of the characters said something both slightly funny and incredibly offensive.

“Is it any good?"

“Eh, not really. Never had a taste for sitcoms like this."

“Well if you don't like it..." Lucy reached across me and grabbed the remote from the couch's armrest. “...I wanna watch a movie."She flicked open the menu, quickly navigating to the local entertainment database. Since she didn't really know much about movies, she just scrolled through the covers randomly until something caught her eye.

As Lucy scrolled around, I got up to grab some snacks. After a brief search of the kitchen, I grabbed a packet of chips for myself and a package of sausages for her. I was just about to close the refrigerator when Lucy called out.

“Is this one any good?" I turned to see the cover of a movie I hadn't watched in a long time. A werewolf jumped towards the viewer, surrounded by pictures of frightened teens. The title emblazoned across the top in a bloody font read “She-Wolf: Terror of the Night". As Lucy looked back toward me, I noticed a striking resemblance between her and the werewolf; Maybe the similarity was why it caught her eye.

“Sure, if you like slasher horror flicks." Hopefully I didn't betray the swirling emotions that the cover of the movie evoked.

I returned to the couch with snacks in hand, tossing Lucy the pack of sausages before opening the bag of chips. She hit play, then tore open the packaging.

“So what's this movie about?" she asked through a mouthful of sausage.

“Well, this one girl who gets picked on a bunch becomes a werewolf, then goes around killing everyone who made her life miserable. There's also some romance thrown in, but it's kind of cheesy." Not too cheesy for me, I thought to myself.

“Hmm." Lucy continued to munch on her sausage as the movie started in earnest.

In the beginning we watched Meg, the protagonist, getting bullied and pushed around in high school. It was basically a showcase of everyone to get murdered later on explaining why exactly they deserved to die. Once she was done with the sausages Lucy laid down on her side, her head resting on my lap. Then Meg got bit by something in the woods, ran home, and started to figure out what was going on. We were at a pretty boring family dinner scene when Lucy rolled onto her back, looking up at me quizzically.

“When did you see this movie before?" I looked down at her, my gaze meeting her ice-blue eyes.

“Oh, it was a while back, when I was a little kid."

She became even more curious. “Why were you watching a movie like this as a kid?"

“Well, my parents left me alone one night and I thought I'd watch one of the “grown up" movies while they weren't around to stop me. I didn't understand half of what was going on, but I kept watching anyway. What 7 year old me did understand, however, was the idea that a big werewolf was breaking into people's houses and killing them. I had nightmares for weeks, and still felt afraid of the night for years. I only stopped when I…" I paused, realizing what I was about to say.

“You only stopped when what?"

I couldn't tell her… “I...well...I don't really want to talk about it."

Lucy twisted herself up into a sitting position, putting one hand on my knee as she scooted closer to me. She paused the movie and turned me towards her. “C'mon, what is it? I won't laugh, and you know I won't think any worse of you for it."

“I...mmm...alright, I'll tell. So, when I was a teenager I had mostly gotten over the fear, but I...started having these...weird dreams. They were like the nightmares, with the werewolf breaking into my bedroom and coming after me, but...in these dreams she...didn't try to kill me. It...was like she wanted me...was lusting after me...like a wild animal or something. There was still fear and danger, and it wasn't friendly at all, but it was less like pure terror and more like excitement." Lucy tilted her head to one side as I continued. “They...turned to wet dreams, where she would just...hold me down and screw me…" Flashes of these dreams raced through my mind, and despite the embarrassment I could feel myself getting aroused. “It was really weird for me...talking about it just...makes me uncomfortable."

“Maybe these dreams are why you like me so much." said Lucy, leaning in and giving me a tender kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah, maybe...."

Lucy laid down again, her head returning to my lap. We kept on watching, seeing Meg start to get familiar with her new abilities. She finally drew first blood with Stacy the cheerleader captain and Rick the football prodigy, who had broken her glasses and called her a freak. Lucy seemed transfixed as Meg tore them to pieces, worrying me a bit. It could have been just her normal curiosity, but I thought I saw something darker in the way she stared. Meg then found that murdering other teenagers was a major confidence booster, and asked out her scrawny but good hearted crush Bob. Their first date went quite well, and the two of them wound up in Meg's bedroom with her parents gone. Of course, Meg didn't realize that it was a full moon that night, and it came as quite the shock to Bob when his date grew fur, a tail, and a mouthful of sharp teeth, shredding her clothes in the process. He slowly backed away, but before he could run she pounced on him and pinned him to the floor. He was bracing himself for his demise when instead of ripping his throat out, Meg started to tear at his clothes.

I had watched this scene a great many times as a teenager, longing to be Bob. I wanted to feel the weight of a werewolf sitting on my chest, to feel pinned and helpless as she had her way with me. The thoughts brought back feelings, feelings that I had sometimes tried to suppress or hide. Here, though, I could let them run rampant. Lucy felt me getting a boner through the crotch of my pants, and looked up at me naughtily.

“Need any help with that?"

I slowly nodded once, then laid back and relaxed as she got to work. She began by gripping my zipper in her teeth, pulling it downward while her paws dealt with the button. Once the pants were out of the way, she began slowly stroking my member through my underwear. She grinned as she teased me, lightly rubbing the head between two fingers. She licked the tip through the fabric just once before slipping two digits under my waistband. She gently pulled back my underwear, revealing my cock to be rock hard from all her teasing. After giving it a few good licks, she grasped it firmly in her paw and began to rub at it. The friction felt pretty good, and her expression told me she was having a bit of fun too.

Not wanting her to feel left out, I reached down and slipped my hand down the front of her pants. When my fingers began rubbing at her clit, I could see her face light up with pleasure. She looked up at me with a mischievous grin on her face, egging me on.

I decided to switch tactics, hooking two fingers inside her and raking them back and forth. Lucy took my member in one hand, guiding it slowly into her mouth. I closed my eyes as I felt my cock enveloped in wet warmth, and I could feel her tongue probing and rubbing along the length of my shaft. It felt amazing, and I could tell from her expression and suppressed moans that she was having a good time too. My probing fingers began to get slick with her fluids, speeding up as the friction lessened. I went back to rubbing her clit, feeling her twitch a bit under the pressure. My cock was drenched in her warm saliva, and her bobbing got faster as I came closer to the edge. Her soft tongue rubbed against the head of my cock in just the right way, bringing me to the brink of cumming.

In one explosive burst of pleasure I shot my hot seed into her mouth. She took my shaft up to the hilt, swallowing each stream of sticky fluid with diligence. Through it all I kept on rubbing at her clit, and once she was done with cleaning up she let out a long moan of pleasure. She rolled over on her back, her muscles tensing in anticipation. At last I brought her over the edge with two fingers inside her, feeling her insides pulse and squeeze. She shuddered and moaned, dripping from her pussy and practically drooling into my lap.

After her orgasmic high subsided, she rolled over onto her back. Her eyes closed, and she relaxed into my lap. “Mmmm...that was fun."

“Yeah…"

We stayed there for a little while, half listening to the rest of the movie and basking in each other's company. I always loved these moments, where we could just stop and appreciate one another. I began scratching behind one of her ears with one hand, feeling her soft fur under my fingers. She let out a contented humming sound, relaxing even further and almost melting under my hand.

After a few more minutes of relaxing we realized it was getting late. She went of to take a shower, while I just went straight to bed. I stripped off my shirt and pants, slipping under the covers wearing nothing but my underwear. Lucy came to bed a bit later, her fur still warm from the hair-dryer she used. She curled back up against me, pressing her warm furry body into mine. I could feel her tail rubbing against my legs, coming to rest as she began to rest. I reached one arm over her torso before succumbing to sleep myself.

When I awoke, it was still dark in the sleeping quarters. I quickly realized that Lucy was gone, but I figured she was just going to the bathroom. I was about to go back to sleep when I heard something hit the ground. It sounded like a plastic cup, and the sound seemed to have come from the kitchen.

I slowly pulled back the covers, swinging my feet off the bed. It was pitch black in the room, so I had to guess where the light switch was. I slowly shuffled over to the wall, being mindful not to stub my toe on anything. Once there, it took almost a minute of groping along the wall to find the switch. I flicked it upward, expecting the room to blaze with light. Nothing. I flicked the switch up and down a few more times, not sure if the power was out or if it was just a fluke. I made a mental note to myself to check the lightbulb in the morning, but in the meantime I'd need something else to light the way. At least one flashlight was supposed to be in the dresser, so I groped my way over there. I couldn't be sure what drawer it was in, so I started from the top. I knew it was my clothes, and I couldn't remember seeing a flashlight, but I felt around a bit anyway. My hand met nothing but cloth, so I closed the top drawer and opened the middle. I knew it was kind of a junk drawer, where Lucy and I kept various odds and ends. Within the drawer there was plenty of metal stuff, but nothing the size and shape of a flashlight. With doubts brewing in my mind I pulled open the third drawer, and started rifling through Lucy's clothes. I was about to despair when my hand found a hard cylinder, and further inspection revealed it to be the object of my search. I pulled it from the loose pile of clothing, briefly catching a whiff of Lucy's familiar scent.

After a bit of fumbling I clicked the flashlight on, causing a dim beam to illuminate part of the room. I walked over to the door and pressed the button to open it. To my surprise it slid open immediately with a sharp hiss. In some corner of my mind I realized that the power must not be out, and that something must have cut the lights manually from the generator room. The main area was dark as well, barely lit by the two moons visible through the window. I swung the flashlight over to the kitchen, discovering that it was indeed a plastic cup that had made the noise. I walked over and picked it up, returning it to the cupboard. Suddenly, I heard something almost sprinting behind me. When I turned around though, the flashlight found nothing. Some primal part of my mind began conjuring pictures of horrid monsters, fiends stalking me from the shadows, waiting to eat me alive. My rational mind quickly pushed these images away, and I called out into the dark.

“Lucy? Is that you?" I began walking toward the couch when I saw something, a scrap of grey cloth, just beside the couch. I went over to inspect it, and found it to be beside a whole pile of shredded grey clothes. Looking closer, I realized from the gold trim that this must be Lucy's uniform, or at least what was left of it.

I called out again, irrational fears surfacing stronger than before. “Lucy? Where are you? Are you alright?" Where was she? Why was her uniform torn up? Who turned off the lights?

“Grrrrrrrr…" The sound came from behind me, a deep guttural growl of aggression. I was paralyzed at first, wondering what made that noise. Was it Lucy? No, no, she wouldn't growl at me. But what else could be here?

My train of thought was smashed to pieces as something slammed into me from behind. I fell to the carpeted ground on my stomach, feeling like I had just had the breath sucked from my lungs. The flashlight flew out of my hand, clattering to the ground a few feet in front of me. I tried to scramble forward to grab it, but before I could move something grabbed me from behind by the waistband. It yanked backwards with alarming strength, pulling my underwear off my legs and dragging me backwards a bit with it. Rolling over quickly, I briefly glimpsed a humanoid form before something heavy fell onto my chest.

In the dim moonlight I could briefly make out bestial features, a gaping maw of sharp teeth, ravenous eyes filled with animalistic hunger. The thing was sitting on my stomach, pinning my lower half to the ground. I tried to fight it off, but as soon as I raised my arms it pinned them down with inhuman strength.

“GRRRRRRR" The things maw was inches from my throat, white teeth glistening in the moonlight. My fear-addled mind put the details together, and suddenly I knew what this thing was: a werewolf! Part of me thought that it must be a dream, but the weight pressing down on my abdomen and forearms said otherwise. I could feel saliva dripping onto my bare chest; the werewolf was drooling on me, and looked like it was anticipating a meal.

Its snout lowered toward my chest, its fangs receding as it sniffed. It extended a long, pink tongue, and slowly licked me from my nipple up to my chin. My body shivered with fear, waiting for the inevitable as the werewolf roughly tasted me. For some reason, I felt myself getting hard. A thought raced through my mind, fueled by adrenaline and utter terror: I needed to fight back, otherwise this thing was going to eat me. I waited until it seemed relaxed, then slipped my arms out from under its paws. I was about to try to punch the thing in the throat when its head snapped down faster than I could think. Its teeth bit down on my neck, applying just enough pressure to seem threatening. I waited for a moment before trying to move my arms again, but as soon as I even twitched the werewolf bit down hard. I could feel a stream of warm blood running from where the teeth had shallowly punctured the skin. The message was pretty clear: I could either stay still, or I could get my throat ripped out. Submitting to my fate, I raised my arms above my head again, and the werewolf restrained them both with one paw.

It kept its jaws locked on my neck, shifting its hips down my body. It brought its other paw backwards, and to my surprise I felt it grasp my already hard member. Its hips went back even further, moving right over my own. The thing slowly brought its hips down, and on the tip of my cock I could feel a familiar warm wetness. It reminded my slightly of Lucy, but she hadn't held me down and fucked me like a piece of meat. The werewolf guided me into it, and I gasped as my cock was enveloped in its moist pussy. Its jaws leg go of my neck, changing to rough licks along my throat.

I felt its hips start moving up and down, roughly pumping against me. It licked at the wounds on my throat, lapping up the bit of blood that had spilled. It was not at all tender, and still seemed like it might still eat me once it was done. I tried to devise some way out, to escape, but I couldn't think straight with the blissful friction from my loins. It was humping me fast, and each thrust downward brought me deeper into its depths. The fear I felt seemed to multiply the pleasure, somehow making me harder than ever.

I looked into the werewolf's eyes and saw nothing but hunger. There was no tenderness in our coupling, no thought for each other. To it, I was not a lover, just a hunk of meat to be used for its enjoyment. Somehow this idea, this feeling of being used like a toy, delighted me. I could feel the familiar pressure building up, driven by these odd desires of mine.

It began to tease me by nibbling on my earlobe, seeming to enjoy watching me squirm. It's hand reached down between its legs and started rubbing what I assumed was it's clitorus. I thought I could hear it suppressing a moan, but I couldn't be sure. It let go of my earlobe and started panting, its tongue lolling out the side of its mouth. I tensed up, compressing my muscles like a spring. I was incredibly close to cumming inside this thing, but I held on with tooth and nail; If I finished before this thing had had its fun, odds are it would just kill me right then and there. I had to last as long as I could, just so I could have some chance of escaping. Maybe once it came I could…I could...ugh. All of my brain power was focused on not busting a nut right then and there.

The werewolf began to tense, its eyes closing with the pleasure it must have been feeling. It laid itself on me, pressing its furry torso against me as it kept on humping. I was so close to cumming, so tantalizingly close, but I still held back out of fear. Suddenly the werewolf gave one last thrust downward, taking my entire cock inside and squeezing with all its might. The thing raised its head upward toward the ceiling, letting out a long howl of ecstasy. The pulsing and gripping pussy finally brought me over the edge, breaking through my strongest efforts to hold back. I came harder than I had in years, part because of the terror, part because of how long I had held myself back for. I shot my seed deep within the monster on top of me, unable to think beyond the sensations I was having. As I came down from my orgasmic high, I saw the werewolf leaning over me with a contented grin on its face.

“So, how'd I do?"

The fog that had been cast over my mind by terror and pleasure began to lift, and in the dim moonlight of the room I could make out familiar features on the monster.

“L-lucy? Wh-what the hell?"

Lucy's grin faded, her pride turning to shame. “Ah, I'm sorry. It's just with what you said, I thought that...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bit you on the neck, I shouldn't have pounced on you, I should-"

Her apology was cut short by a surprised shriek as I swept her off her knees and onto her back, coming up kneeling between her legs.

“That was awesome. The way you set it up was perfect, and you are one hell of an actor." Her prideful glow returned, and I let her pull me to the ground next to her.

“I can't believe you shredded your uniform for that stunt. Do you have extras?"

“Yeah, but even if I didn't, it's not like you haven't seen me naked before."

“And you certainly have a body worth admiring."

The two of us kissed, then pulled apart to look at each other some more.

“So, you want to go tend to your wounds?" She eyed the bite mark on my neck. It had stopped bleeding, but still stung quite a bit.

“Yeah, probably should. After that, you want to go back to bed?"

“Eh, I'd rather stay up for a bit, maybe watch another movie. I'm curious if you've got any other fetishes I can work with."

We both chuckled a bit, then I stood up and went to the bathroom. It was fairly easy to patch myself up, as Lucy hadn't bitten down too hard. A little bit of neosporin and a few bandaids later and I was as good as new. When I came out of the bathroom, Lucy had already pulled up another slasher flick. This time it was “The Horned Horror", starring a murderous unicorn fond of impaling rednecks. I sat down next to Lucy, put one arm around her shoulders, and settled in for a fun night. It didn't matter what anyone else thought, this outpost was the best place in the galaxy.