FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A short while after one o'clock the two Eriksson sibling who met Kianna had been transported — from the roadside, to her moderately-sized car, up the long driveway towards a very distinctive house. It wasn't enormous, not the kind of manor house rich and powerful folks built to express their...um...wealth and power. It was actually small, deceptively so given the long approach. An exterior timber construction lay exposed to the elements, its natural colour prominently displayed behind a layer of weatherproof varnish. Parts of the building reminded Donnie of an old log cabin. Cynthia was less architecturally-inclined, but she also saw the resemblance.

This was Delmonde House. One of the oldest-surviving abodes in Carlyle, dating back to colonial times. Or so Kianna said to the pair.

“Whaddya think?"

“It's very old-fashioned."

“To look at, at least," Donnie expanded upon his sister's remark. “I don't want this to sound silly...but it's giving me 'Hansel & Gretel' vibes."

“What? A witches' cottage deep in the woods!?" Kianna giggled, “you got it half-right Donnie, but we're nowhere near the depths of the woods. Did I mention there would be a test? How does 50% sound? Better get back to school soon or those marks'll drop!" The trio shared a laugh that helped break the ice, as the car journey here had been quiet. What was there to say to a newly-discovered relative? Apart from obvious family matters...but Kianna was less interested in doing that with them. It seems their mom already covered that base, they thought.

“You two are welcome to visit whenever," she said, “I mean, everyone in the family is, but you guys know the way now. I'm making lunch for three as you're both here. How does that sound?"

“Sounds great."

“Well don't stand around like a pair of...I dunno...tourists," she waved at them, beckoning the pair to come inside. The door rested in position after she passed through. It was ajar, and the sound of their chatty cousin emerged from the quaint, historic-looking home:

“By the way guys, don't try to eat any of the house — no matter what those 'Hansel & Gretel' vibes tell you!" she teased.

* * *

Axel's travels took him the length and breadth of the town. Searching high and low. He trotted along sidewalks and the occasional footpath that bridged large patches of green grass, his nose following a unique scent — part-real, part-unreal. Jacob's living, breathing aura glowed as a pin-point of light whenever he closed his canine eyes. Sensing his very soul, Axel used that guide him. Glimpses were fleeting, but he grew closer to his target.

Uma's orders echoed. The hound (a more fitting term than the lowly dog) panted, his mouth limply open as a big tongue lolled; slobber dripped from his maw.

Find Jacob.

He understood her. Understood what she wanted, and why it was his place to serve his mistress. Last night had changed him. Left him stronger, his mind sharper. Evolution accelerated in the span of a few hours. He growled quietly. Mistress wanted him to find one of her litter. Mistress promised a reward.

The panting creature pondered, thinking about its reward. What might Axel claim? He knew — even when receiving the order — that she would acquiesce to his preference. All he had to do was make a choice, a choice that played well with his stunted yet advanced consciousness.

He travelled further. Now nearing a sparsely-built-up section of the town.

Several voices could be heard. His ears perked. They appeared to be engaged in conversation, joyful...riotous laughter bounded over a hill to him. This distraction was drawing him away from the search; even as Jacob's soul-light glimmered from afar, illuminating his path in rare episodes of clarity, he was still a trained animal. Smarter, yes...bigger and tougher, yes...but his nature was unspoiled.

He crested the hill. Below him the ground slid downwards into a slight ditch. Perfect for hiding. The voices, he discovered, were teenagers. The soft decline into 'ditch-dom' was populated with the corpses of alcoholic beverages, the remnants of binge-drinking among the young crowd. They were in a state of inebriation. One stood up upon seeing the large dog above them, but took a tumble when they tried to walk. They laughed once more.

“Hhheeyyy," one cried. A female. “Heeelloooo doggy!" She swung her arm, a can gripped firmly in-hand. Axel's sensitive hearing detected the slosh of the liquid within — the source of their rowdiness.

Another climbed closer, seeking a better look at the mysterious hound. This one was male, Axel learned. He studied the person's appearance. Lithe. Athletic. The prime specimen of human teenagers. Some additional shouts from the others spurred him on. He approached Axel, two-to-three metres away, before stopping. He didn't speak. His eyes squinted, focusing on Axel. From his perspective, the big dog watching them might be a hallucination. His scent contained other notes of vice. Beer wasn't the only thing they'd been consuming...

Unsatisfied with the beast that simply stood and stared, he shooed Axel away, making aggressive sweeps with his limbs and slurring unintelligible commands. Bored of his discovery, Axel turned around and continued on his quest. First a walk, then slowly speeding up.

Axel made a mental note to return. Something about those teens intrigued him...

* * *

Warmth...

Comfort...

These were things that were sorely missed last night.

Jacob's eyes crept open. He found himself in unfamiliar surroundings: a bedroom.

Someone else's bedroom.

He remembered. Night-time. Naked. Escaping the bar after being sighted. He fled to the back of the building, breaking the lock on the service exit, and greeting the orange-coated skyline with a brand new sense of freedom. Cold nipping at his body. Fire.

Yes...fire. Conjured by his will. He'd thought about setting trash ablaze, there was plenty of it out back. But no, he changed his mind. Ironic, given what he intended to do...

Sounds came to him as he lay in bed. The sound of a shower, spilling its contents over someone at high pressure. The trickle of the water fell in a distinct pattern, splashing heavily in some areas, lighter in others. The figure of the person washing themselves burned into his vision.

Millie. Her name was Millie.

Waylaid by Earthly desires, Jacob had opted to follow some of the people from the bar last night. His gaze fell upon Millie — the barmaid, though he did not know her name at the time. She had rebuked him, politely (at least, what he thought was politely based on her personality). But Jacob had no time for wordplay or seduction — he needed a place to stay. It took some time, but he eventually had her alone. Surprise changed to devotion as his eyes glowed. She'd become his.

He reached out. His hand grabbed heavy sheets. His body felt warm, whether by his inner fire or the heat of luxurious bedding he was wrapped in. Jacob sighed. What a night!

As he emerged from his long sleep, exhausted from the transformation, he began to sense it: the pull of his mother's soul. She wanted him...no...needed him. And he wished desperately to find his way home in the strange new town he dwelt in. What might his mom be like now? Exotic? Beautiful?

A goddess?

He held no remorse for his actions when they made love, which seemed like a distant memory given all that transpired over the past week. Jacob was free of guilt. And judging by the way her ethereal cries whistled beneath the world as it went about its day, she was too.

Mom, he tried to speak, Uma's presence strong in his thoughts, I will be home soon.

The hiss of the shower brought more memories to the surface. A night of debauchery. Millie had not just been a means to a comfortable end. As he removed himself from the bed, he swept the room with his studious senses, enhanced by last night's changes. Signs of housemates decorated not just Millie's room, but the hallway visible through an open door. More to control? he wondered. Should I stay a little longer?

Still naked, he stood upright. A look in the mirror confirmed he carried marks of sweat, and biting, the legacy of frenetic rutting covered his body. She took so eagerly to him, he didn't really need to bewitch her with much strength. His taste...every inch of his perspiring body as they fucked drugged her, drove her into a fervent stupor. Not only that, but the age difference (thirty-one compared to his twenty) was enjoyable as well — able to harness her experience in bed, well-practised and his to command.

Yeah, he reckoned, I will say longer...

He could train his control of people with help from Millie. She made an excellent practice dummy. Release...then re-assert. Release, re-assert, etc...

Jacob entered the bathroom. Millie showered with the curtain half-closed, enough for him to pry his way inside. She turned to face him. Her eyes were greyed. “Good morning," she said, “did you have a good sleep?"

“I did," Jacob replied, taking great pleasure in her friendly and caring demeanour — one he enforced by purging her old attitude. He ran through her damp hair, slick and flat along her skull. “You overslept," she added.

“Did I? What time is it now?"

“One-thirty."

He paused. She stared at him, or — more accurately — through him.

“I need to clean up," he said, speaking in a low rumble.

“Then join me."

She was already bare. They could skip the undressing stage. Jacob roughly pressed his lips to hers, coiling his arms around her and sealing her in a powerful embrace. Millie reacted submissively, sinking into the shape provided by Jacob's rugged frame. He pinned her against the shower wall, pressing her back onto the wet tiles. He was already stiff. Passing a helping hand south he guided himself in, forcing his lips against hers to steal the breath of her moan. He felt his cock suffocate in the tightness of her body, pushing his swollen length deeper and deeper, until his balls nestled between her thigh gap. Underneath the spell of control he exerted upon her, Millie let her mind surrender to the pleasure. Her hips gyrated, desperately wringing every drop of mind-numbing ecstasy from their interaction.

Theirs was brief, yet passionate.

Jacob was able to build a rhythm, pumping repeatedly while her ass slapped against the harsh solidity of the shower tiles. The running water doused both of them in a misty rain, their bodies slipping and sliding against each other as they rutted. Millie felt him angle himself anew, finding purchase enough to hold her higher, his rod ramming her pussy all the while. He could now feast on her breasts, suckling with intense passion, his tongue swirling around her nipple. Millie, now freed from his mouth's prison, let herself scream in pleasure as he rocked her world. His spell unbroken, she only grew more desirous of her new master's touch.

Jacob grunted, jerking forward as his body exploded. With a burst of energy he increased his pace to unimaginable heights, driving himself deeper and faster, her anguished moans a beacon piercing the fog of lust. And finally, after many minutes of intense lovemaking, he came — roaring as his muscles twitched erratically, balls throbbing, seed spewing from his spear. His demonically-enhanced form amplified the pleasure, causing him to lose breath. Millie shivered against him, sliding down his shaft as it released ropes of cum.

“Yes! YES! Master...fill me!"

A tranquil moment followed. The shower's spray still drowned the pair, clearing away the evidence of their sexual encounter. Jacob made a growling sound as his throat rumbled. Millie, her eyes glazed over, held him as if he was her long-term lover. Seed oozed from her entrance, her vagina slick with his fluids as the occasional pulse of his meaty pillar added to the mix of his essence and hers.

“Mm-mast—"

“Mmmm?"

“J-Jacob," she mewled.

“What is it?" He looked at Millie. The barmaid's face described her emotional state: hungry, seeing him as a meal to be devoured. The effect he had on her was amazing. And her talents...flexing, writhing...coaxing everything from him. He could fall asleep in her arms right now, never feeling the shower-water strike his back, or the weakness in his knees keep him from supporting her practised body. She'd been conquered.

If it felt this good with a random stranger, how will he fare with Uma? The thought crossed his mind...and excited him.

“I want—"

“You want what?" he asked, wheezing.

“I want more—"

Jacob smirked. Thanks to his new, improved body his refractory period was shorter. Round two was a distinct possibility.