FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The sky darkened as the sun set on the horizon. It was late enough for the street lights to turn on when I was on my way to my new job. I had been looking for something to do with pokémon, and I stumbled across a very intriguing offer completely by chance. The country was currently cracking down on several illegal pokémon breeding facilities and trading centers. Those operations had generated a large flood of orphaned and abandoned pokémon that were too specialized and manipulated to be released into the wild. Killing them was against the law, so the government had established several rehabilitation facilities to deal with the high influx of disturbed, potentially dangerous pokémon. They had recently started hiring new employees again. I had applied on one such position, went through several job interviews and finally received a positive reply. My task would be to look after former breeding pokémon and help them with their rehabilitation. For this I even underwent some surgical procedures. Today was the day when it was determined which pokémon I would take care of.

I got off the highway and went down a brightly lit street. All the buildings around me were brand new, none of them older than maybe a year or so. This was the city's new pokémon rehabilitation area with a plethora of institutions to deal with all different kinds of pokémon. Interestingly enough, I had been asked to prepare for a longer stay, at least an entire week. My new job was very well paid, but the time and effort it apparently required raised doubts in me. However, it probably wouldn't hurt to get a first impression before making a rash decision. At the next junction, I went right and entered the parking lot of one of those large, shiny buildings. There was a tollgate and a nice woman asked me for my ID. Everything had been taken care of beforehand, so she just let me pass after giving me a note with a room number.

I parked my vehicle, got out and briskly walked over to the entrance. The facility had no name, just a combination of a letter and a number spelling "F-7". Once inside I had to show my ID again and the person at the reception pointed me in the right direction. Fortunately, the building's room numbering followed a very logical pattern and it wasn't too difficult to find the right room. I also noticed that most hallways were devoid of life, clinically clean and almost featureless. There were no chairs, potted plants or even pictures, just gray floor, white walls, a high ceiling with fluorescent lights and a few letters and arrows for guidance. I took the elevator and followed the arrows until I arrived at the door with the correct number.

I waited hesitantly for a few moments before ringing the door bell. The building I had done my job interview in had been a lot more inviting than this. The silence was deafening, I heard only the sound of my own breath and a faint wheezing of the air conditioning system. So it wasn't surprising that I was startled when the door opened with a sudden creak. A young man with wild, auburn hair, nerdy glasses and a trimmed beard greeted me with an apologizing smile: "Oh, hey there. You must be John, right? Sorry for the surprise. The walls here are excellently insulated and the hallways tend to be eerily quiet. Now, please, come in." I stepped through the massive insulated door into a small doctor's office, wondering why this much insulation was necessary. Inside the office there was a desk, some cupboards, a doctor's couch, a few chairs and even a potted plant. Looks like not everything was dead in here.

The man in the white lab coat rushed past me and said hastily: "Where are my manners. First of all, take a seat wherever you want. Like, you can sit on my office chair if you like. Secondly, I'm Daniel Mayweather, but you can call me Dan." There was something confused and disorganized about him, I thought with a chuckle, but he seemed likable too. I took a seat in front of his desk and Dan hastily jumped on his chair.

"So, I've been told that you'd get me a pokémon to take care of?", I asked curiously. The scientist nodded, adjusted his glasses and got a checklist: "Exactly. But first I need to determine how well your augments are working. Tell me, since you received them, have you had any complaints, do you have pain or discomfort of any kind?" I shook my head and subconsciously grabbed my crotch. "I mean I told you fairly much already. What do you need to know still?" "There is one parameter missing in your sheet. Your testicular efficiency couldn't be determined because you hadn't recovered from the operation back then." "Excuse me, what?" Dan gave me an awkward smile and explained nervously: "I would like to measure how much you cum. The information is required for the assignment to a pokémon. I've got you a measuring device right here." He put a bucket on his desk and watched me waiting.

I returned his look and waited for an entire, completely silent minute. I expected him to tell me where I could go to have a wank, but the scientist didn't say anything and just pushed the bucket a little further into my direction. Finally I sighed and asked laconically: "Where can I go for this?" Dan fidgeted with his lab coat and stammered: "It'd be best if you could do it right here right now." I raised a brow and wordlessly took the bucket. Then I got up and demonstratively unzipped my fly. There was no reaction except an embarrassed look to the floor. I cleared my throat and wanted to ask him what his problem was, but he interrupted me first. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry.", he muttered, "It's just, I'm used to work with pokémon all day. And they usually don't care a lot about privacy. I mean, the quadrupeds even need my help and hand for the measurement. Wait, it's probably better if I go, right?" I was about to give him a stern nod, what was he thinking? Then again, I was about to help rehabilitate breeding pokémon and as far as I understood, they didn't care much about decency and modesty. And it seemed that the humans working here didn't either.

Fuck it, why try to preserve your own decency when you're about to lose it sooner or later anyway? With a gruff grunt, I tugged my underwear aside and pulled out my enhanced, enlarged cock. It had been the first surgical operation and I was already very curious to find out why there was a need to increase the length of my dick. I grabbed my swelling meat and casually jerked off, trying to ignore the scientist still sitting behind his desk. I had to admit, there was something very arousing about having a fat twelve-inch shaft. Even better, it hadn't been an enlargement with artificial filling, but naturally with stimulated cell growth, so it still felt as sensitive as before. It was the first time I jerked off since the operation, because I had been told to refrain from whacking it until told otherwise. Maybe this was also the reason why jerking it felt so fucking good right now.

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. Looking up, I noticed that Dan was staring right at me. "Hey, I'm trying to ignore your presence, but you're making it pretty darn difficult for me.", I growled and frowned, was this man getting off to this? The scientist flinched when I called him out: "Sorry, I'll look away from now on, okay?" "Wait a second. Are you staying here to watch me jerk off?", I added with a mixture of anger and amusement. Somehow his shy, clumsy behavior was really endearing. With the timidest voice he replied: "I'm sorry, I can't help it. I should really leave now." Well, the stimulation had activated the naughty part of my brain, and the idea of being watched wasn't so off-putting anymore. I grunted raunchily: "What are you thinking about? You wanna lend me a hand? Is it that you wanna do? Help me jerk off?" Much to my surprise, Dan actually responded positively and nodded.

"Fuck it, why not?", I said and presented my large shaft to the man, "Come on, give it a hand if you're so desperate." The scientist hesitated with a coy look, but then his lust triumphed and he came closer. It was definitely a weird feeling to be jerked off by another man, but it also felt surprisingly good, almost as good as doing it myself. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy this surreal moment that almost immediately got even weirder. Overwhelmed by his seemingly insatiable desire for cock, Dan had wrapped his mouth around my wang and sucked me off like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. I wanted to make a remark, but this felt even better than anything else. Wet slurps escaped his lips while he gave me the best blowjob I've ever received. He rapidly moved on to swallow my entire schlong, deep-throating me with a horny, slutty moan. I got the impression that he regularly did this with his pokémon too. The scientist didn't even gag while he pleasured me with his incredibly tight, wet throat.

"Shit, Dan, I think I'm cumming!", I groaned with squinted eyes. The man quickly pulled back and firmly jerked me off until I came. For the first time in two weeks my nuts got to blow their load, but it felt like I had gone dry for years. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!", I grunted horny while the scientist made sure to catch my ejaculation with his bucket. Dan grabbed a testing strip and dipped it into the milky liquid. With a cheerful smile on his wet lips, he announced happily: "That's seventeen ounces of cum and the strip tells me that the tissue is still in development." I was stunned for a moment, just how much did I cum? "Um, is that bad?", I asked warily. "No, everything is the way it should be. However, different pokémon have different minimum requirements. A lot need ten or fifteen ounces minimum to feel satisfied. And your load still getting larger is definitely a good thing." I curiously grabbed my balls. The operation and subsequent treatment had made them a lot bigger and heavier already. And now he told me that they hadn't even reached their full size yet? As much as I liked having fat, plump balls, they were also getting rather cumbersome.

"Others need 25 or even 50 ounces, some even gallons. It is breathtaking what their creators have done to these poor creatures. Why would so much cum ever be necessary?", Dan waffled on. "Um, how does a pokémon even measure the amount of cum inside them?" "They've got receptors that keep them horny when they're not filled with a sufficient amount of sperm.", the scientist explained. "Oh, okay." While he proceeded to talk some more about biology, I tucked my dick away and wanted to pack up. "Tell me, are we done here? Am I allowed to know which pokémon I get now?" Dan nodded quickly and stated: "Your attributes are a perfect match for Laika. She's one of our ninetales."

Finally things got into motion again. The scientist exited his office and guided me through the hallways. We stopped in front of another blank, white door and Dan said: "Alright. You're about to meet her for the first time. She's been rescued a week ago and is still fairly new here. Laika is a wonderful, loving creature, but she had next to no human interaction. It's now your job to slowly accustom her to human contact." "Um, but she isn't dangerous or anything?", I questioned warily, "Don't you think the newbie would be a bad choice here?" "No, not at all. Newbies are actually a great choice because they are just as new to this as the pokémon. Someone like me is better suited for the difficult dangerous cases and aftercare.", Dan explained, "For the first night I'd like you to just establish a first contact with her. Don't worry, she's not shy or anything, but maybe a little too friendly. I'll give you a proper schedule tomorrow."

He opened the door and we entered a small, dark control room. A mirrored window pane allowed me to look into a very cozy, warmly lit den. There was a huge, incredibly voluptuous ninetales resting on her side. Her abdomen was ridiculously swollen and she had three rows of surprisingly full teats. It was immediately apparent that she was a breeding pokémon. "Are you sure about this?", I asked hesitantly, "She looks- big." The scientist gave me an encouraging smile: "Don't be fooled by her appearance. She is perfectly harmless. Now, before you go in, you have to undress." "Oh, okay." I awkwardly stripped my clothes and threw them on the ground. As I stood there stark naked, I couldn't help but notice Dan lewdly leering at me. "So I'm just gonna walk through this door and do what exactly?" "Just embrace her. She will be very interested in you as soon as she sees you. If she wants to play, play with her. If she wants to cuddle, cuddle with her. If she wants to fuck, fuck her. Don't worry too much about it, just do it. Here, take this collar. It monitors your body and has an emergency button you can press if you need to. Also, she'll probably try to form a mind link with you, but her mind is still scarred from her captivity. Her vocabulary is - limited. Just so you know. Now go and get acquainted with Laika." He opened the door to the cell with a button press and casually smacked my ass. I wanted to berate him, but realized that it probably wasn't worth the hassle right now.

The first thing I noticed after stepping into the room was how hot it was. Certainly to be expected for a fiery creature like a ninetales. I gingerly moved around the corner and watched her notice me. The large pokémon sluggishly got up on her four legs and waddled over to me, her entire bloated belly shaking heavily. Her former task was clearly visible, because it looked like she was carrying countless cubs inside her. Laika's insane impediment didn't stop her from giving me a very warm welcome though. She yipped happily and gave me the sweetest smile.

The ninetales was big enough to lick my face without really moving much. Her broad tongue sloppily grazed over my face and over my head. In the back of my mind I heard a voice, infirm and distant, this must be the mind link! I only ever experienced it with my grandmother's pokémon, but never so weirdly distorted. 'Hey, human! Laika happy, meet you! Please, like Laika?', it echoed faintly. She patiently awaited my response, panting and with wagging tails. "Of course, Laika. I'm here only because of you.", I replied warmly. My response made the ninetales exuberantly happy. 'Yes, Laika loves human. Wants you feel good!', she cheered and promptly continued to lick my face.

The large creature quickly went further down, drooling and washing my body with her hot saliva. Her tongue playfully brushed over my chest, teasingly circling around my nipples. Then she caressed my belly and inevitably ended up at my crotch. This time, her exalted cries inside my mind were much clearer. 'Dick! Dick! Dick!', she yelled as she slobbered over my wang. Her nine long, fluffy tails wagged and waved in a mesmerizing flurry of fiery colors. Laika eagerly swallowed my shaft and embraced it with her wet, incredibly hot maw. Just as quickly and jauntily she moved on to the next point of interest. With unbroken enthusiasm, she licked my oversized nuts and tried to swallow them. 'Oooh, so full!'

A shiver ran through her body when she suddenly threw her massive, heavy body over with a deafening thud. It sounded painful, but she smiled at me with unwavering lust. Laika exposed her gravid belly, her engorged teats and, most importantly, her black, puffy pussy. As if it hadn't become clear from her body language what she wanted from me, her words were an immediate invitation: 'Please, fuck Laika! Breed Laika! You potent, strong! Laika wants you!' She demonstratively pushed her hips out and presented her swollen, steaming cunt.

I wasn't quite as needy as the ferocious breeding pokémon and I slowly went down on her to examine her voluptuous pleasure cookie. It was quite a handful and completely soaked in her juices. Just before I touched her, she howled in desperation and lamented steadfastly: 'No, you must fuck Laika now!' I shrugged and decided to go over to fucking her immediately. Considering how sopping wet the ninetales already was, she didn't need any further preparation.

I embraced her gravid blimp of a belly and got into position. Her slobbery welcome and her burning lust had made me rock-hard and I passionately penetrated her with my enlarged schlong. Laika's pussy was quite loose and wide, but that wasn't really surprising considering her size. It also made me finally realize why I had gotten the penis enlargement. I grunted horny as I began to thrust into her wet and inhumanly hot love channel. While I was banging her muff, she embraced me with her multitude of tails. All nine of them closed around me and trapped me in a hot, little box, pressed me against her swollen belly and made me sweat like crazy. Flooded with lust and heat, I lost myself in the lewd, noisy rhythm of sex. My eyes idly wandered over her ample belly and spotted her glistening teats. A taste couldn't hurt, I thought to myself and greedily grabbed one of her inflated boobs. Much to our mutual delight, her tits were carrying milk.

I drank with greedy, lustful gulps and her teat gladly delivered squirt after squirt of her delicious, creamy milk. She screamed with cries of pure bliss while I bred her with obscene grunts. Everything had gotten so wet and warm, sweat was flowing down my body and her canine cookie was drooling its hot, sticky fluids all over my crotch. I hammered myself into her welcoming orifice and eventually succumbed to my own pleasure. I simply collapsed and my body did the rest. With my huge wang stuffed deep into her cunt, I bestowed her womb with a plentiful load of my cum. She climaxed with a radiant howl, and her vagina proceeded to actively suck me in, swallowing my sperm with audible slurps.

I felt completely wasted when her tails gave me free. Still clinging to her I felt my deflating dick pump its last bit of cum into her overstuffed womb. With no power left in my overheating body, I could do nothing but miserably drop to the floor when she got up. 'More! More! More!', she demanded, but quickly realized that her new plaything wasn't quite up to the task. 'Hey you okay?' "Please, give me a second. I'm still feeling way too hot right now.", I wheezed. 'Let Laika help.', she insisted and dragged me over the floor. When I finally looked up, I realized that she had pulled me to her drinking trough. The burning need for water was big enough that I greedily stuck my head into the cold, wet reservoir and drank as much water as I could. With my face still dripping and feeling a lot better already, I slowly got up. 'Better?' "Yes, much better."

'Great! Laika play, Laika give reward!', she jovially chattered and pranced around with the elegance of a heavily obese goodra. I almost expected the ground to shake and tremor whenever she stomped down. "What reward, Laika?", I asked curiously. The ninetales noisily rolled over and chanted with an oddly endearing melody: 'Butt, Pussy, Mouth! Butt, Pussy, Mouth! Choose!' "I don't know, shouldn't we...", I objected, but she was adamant about doing it another round. Then she flashed me with her heavy rump, her little black pucker glistening, surrounded by nine fluffy tails. A stir of arousal struck me and I made up my mind. "Alright then, may I take your butt, Laika?" 'Yes, please!', she barked and pushed out her butt. "Just one thing, please don't do this thing with your tails. That was way too hot to be comfortable." 'Yes!', she nodded eagerly.

Her asshole was just as moist and puffy as her massive vagina. Driven by her impatient attitude, I skipped preparation and gently pushed my cock into her rear. It was wonderfully tight, a welcome surprise, and she didn't seem to mind me going in dry. Not that she was dry, her rectum felt as wet and ready as her cunt. I slowly picked up the pace and she encouraged me with lustful cheers: 'Faster! Harder!' So I leaned over her, grabbed two of her swishing tails and pounded her as hard as I could. Thankfully Laika refrained from superheating me with her tails again, but one of them was suspiciously active between my legs. It roughly rubbed over my balls and butt as she tried to stimulate me with it.

Her tails were so incredibly soft and fluffy, and I caught myself playfully stroking them while I went savage on her huge rump. Her tight ass was too much for my poor, lust-addled mind, and I couldn't keep up the rapid humping for very long. I came in her while crying a stifled moan into one of her tails. My bloated balls diligently churned up a voluminous potent load to be wasted in her colon. Sex with her felt much better now, because I wasn't involuntarily trapped by her superhumanly hot tails anymore.

After I pulled out of her, she turned around and licked all over me. Stormy and clumsy as she was, she quickly knocked me over and rubbed herself against me. It took me a while to realize why the ninetales was humping me with her drooling pussy. She was slathering me with her scent, marking me! Once she was done smearing her sticky lady juices all over me, she flopped to her side. With a very insistent tone she demanded: 'Come, cuddle!'

I obediently crawled into her embrace and let her pull me up to her chest. She instinctively continued to lick my face when she suddenly asked: 'Potent male, strong male, but name?' I let out an incredulous chuckle when I realized that I never introduced myself to her. "Oh, I'm sorry, Laika. My name's John.", I told her. 'John, I love you.', she purred sensually. Then she pulled me even closer to her chest and, probably just by accident, pressed my face right against one of her six tits. I considered this to be an invitation and gladly accepted it. While taking a first sip of her delicious milk, I recognized that she just had used the word "I" for the first time. 'I protect you! You safe, John.', she whispered affectionately. There it was again! "Thank you Laika, I love you to.", I answered and elicited a very genuine and heartfelt smile from this great, wondrous being.

Turning around, my gaze fell on the mirrored window. For a moment, I thought I had seen a face. I was pretty sure that Dan had been watching us the whole time, or at least part of it. Then I spotted a blinking red light and the accompanying camera. Well then, at least I gave them a good show, I thought. I was fairly surprised by how little it bothered me to be watched like that. Probably the same effect that had shaped the scientist. Around a breeding pokémon like Laika, there was no need for decency anymore. I turned around again and happily snuggled into her fuzzy, warm fur. This was going to be a very interesting job. And it was already the best one I had ever had!