FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Street lights whizzed overhead as a solitary car drove down a lonely highway in the late hours of the night. Inside, with the heater turned up as to combat the chill of an early winter's eve, a young man, no older than 21, sat with his eyes fixed firmly on the road. He stifled a yawn as he adjusted the earbuds tucked under his blonde, shoulder length and curly locks, his emerald eyes occasionally drifting from the road momentarily, to habitually check for wildlife, before slowly returning. In his ear, his usual work playlist was running along softly, just enough so that he could hear it, but soft enough that it wasn't taking his attention away from driving.

Sean grumbled quietly to himself as he turned off the highway, the momentary pause in driving caused by the traffic lights at the end of the ramp gave his mind enough time to remind him of how long and tiring his day had been. He had been asked by his boss to cross reference a number of precedent court decisions, while Sean had his own case to work on. "Lazy git..." he thought to himself as he accelerated a little too aggressively, "Why can't he do his own fucking work for once. It's not like he's got it hard anyway,"

Ten minutes later, he pulled into the apartment complex he called home, and by now, he was positively fuming. He stabbed at the lift button quite nastily as he checked his watch, "1:30... God, if this job didn't pay so well, there's no way I'd be willing to put up with this shit," he thought, groaning inwardly at the time, knowing that he had to be there before work hours the next day. The elevator dinged and he moodily hit a button somewhat near the top, before leaning back against a rail as the somewhat worn elevator trundled upwards.

Sean sighed and closed his eyes as he leaned his head back against the wall of the lift, the chill, frigid air causing him to shiver ever so slightly, even through his jacket. "I shouldn't really complain all that much..." he thought, "I've got it insanely lucky to even be working in an official capacity at my age... The number of graduates who'd kill to get my job is insane...". The elevator's ding brought him out of his brooding, and as he brushed his hair out of his eyes, he walked down the corridor. He groped inside his jacket pocket for his keys again as he reached his apartment, number 451, and slid the key into the lock. He made to walk inside, but in his absentmindedness and slight tiredness, he had completely failed to notice the rather average sized parcel box lying on the floor in front of his door.

He knelt down beside it and inspected it curiously; he was absolutely, 100% sure that he had not ordered anything recently. He checked the name and address; no, that was his name and apartment, alright; there was no return address either, which was really quite strange, he thought. He stood back up with the package and inspected it a little closer under the light of the hallway, but despite standing there for what could have easily been five minutes, he couldn't figure out what it even was, let alone who sent it.

He glanced around the hallway, before stepping inside and hitting a switch next to the door, causing the warm, ambient lights of his apartment to come to life. He tossed the package on the kitchen counter as he strode past it, before dumping the few work things he had brought up from his car with him on a chair somewhat near it. Sean blinked a little and looked at his watch again, which was now reading closer to a quarter to two, before sighing, "Looks like I'm not getting any sleep tonight..." he says regretfully, more to himself than anyone else. He turned around and walked back into the kitchen, ignoring the package still sitting on the counter, as he pulled the fridge door open to grab an energy drink.

As he closed the door, however, a thought occurred to him: "Well, if it's addressed to me, and it has my name on it, it's definitely mine, even if I don't know what it is... May as well see what's inside, then,". At that, he opened the drink and took a gulp, causing a shiver to roll down his spine as he sat the drink down next to the package. He felt around for the edge of the paper covering the box, and tore it off, leaving just the box sitting there now. As he reached for the lid of the box, he felt his heart start to quicken, which gave him a momentary pause, "What the hell?" he wondered, pulling his hand away, at this point quite confused as to his hesitantness. He took a deep breath and reached for the lid again, before pulling it off and revealing... Well, quite a lot of styrofoam nuggets.

Sean slowly put his hand in and felt around. Deeper and deeper he pushed into the soft pellets, before unexpectedly, he felt his digits brush against something smooth and cool. He gently felt around for an edge, before gripping it and slowly pulling it free of its foamy prison. As it breached the polystyrene surface, he almost immediately dropped it with a gasp, and another shiver ran down his spine, this time completely unrelated to his drink, which now laid abandoned on the side of the counter, nor the cool winter night.

Sitting on top of the nuggets was, what looked quite similar to, a gas mask. Made from what looked to be black latex, the full, over the head mask shone mutely in the soft lighting of his apartment. Instead of individual eye pieces, there was just one piece of perspex, moulded like goggles. And further down the mask sat the signature piece of a gas mask: the rebreather, still made from that same matte black latex. Sean's heart hammered in his throat as he glanced around nervously, desperately almost. "Who could have known!?" he thought to himself, almost beside himself in anxiety now. He slowly reached back for the box, and as if it was a box of venomous spiders, put his hand back in to see if he could find a note, a message, something to tell him how someone found out about one of his biggest fantasies. Instead, all he found were the hundreds of styrofoam nuggets, and little else but air inside.

Sean looked nervously at the mask again, peering closer at it this time. The visor was tinted a light shade of pink, but other than that, and the fact that it was made of that matte black latex, it seemed like it was just a normal gas mask. But the thought that someone knew one of his biggest fantasies gave him pause. The thought that someone would want to help him indulge it, on the other hand, made him worried. He was certain no-one whom he knew off the internet knew, and no-one on the internet would know his address...

He picked it up gingerly, as if it were about to bite off his hand, and peered inside, using the flashlight on his phone to help light it up. "Nothing..." he whispered to himself, "There's nothing,". He slowly placed the phone back down on the bench and thought for a few moments, his thoughts whizzing through his head a million miles an hour. Now that one was really in his hands, and by all ways of looking at it, he thought, it belonged to him, he wanted to try it on. He REALLY wanted to try it on. It was half-way to his head before he realised what he was doing. But he didn't lower it, his head cocked sidewards in thought, "I might be more comfortable doing this in the bedroom, instead of in the open...". He glanced down and saw the slight bulge in his pants and flushed a little, "Yeah, definitely in the bedroom...".

Scant moments later and he was hurrying into his bedroom and dumping his jacket and dress shirt on a chair by the door. By now, his erection was straining against his boxers and pants, which made getting the latter off relatively difficult. He tenderly placed the mask on his bedside table to devote his full attention to getting those last remaining barriers off. He wasn't unfit or overweight, but his form practically reeked of 'average', in every way other than his height, sitting him at maybe a head shorter than most.

As he kicked away his briefs, his manhood on full display at, again, an average of six inches, he couldn't help but feel another twang of worry, about how someone had found out about his most private of fantasies. But he pushed those thoughts from his mind as he reverently picked up the mask and sank into the queen mattress. He held it up to his face, and almost instantly, the intoxicating scent of latex filled his nostrils, causing his shaft to twitch and bob eagerly. He took a deep breath and slowly pulled the mask down over his head, instantly muffling the world to him. He exhaled slowly, trembling as he heard it rattle through the filters of the mask, and dropped a hand to lightly caress his bare shaft.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

This pattern continued for far too many minutes; Sean had lost track so long ago, and was too engrossed in the literal ecstasy he was in. He was so engrossed, in fact, that he didn't notice that something was happening to the mask as he was wearing it. It wasn't so much losing its shape, as it was seeming to spread down his neck. But as he caressed his trembling member, he couldn't care less as to what was happening in the waking world. In his mind's eye, he was grinding up against a beautiful, chocolate brown woman, her long, flowing hair rippling out behind her as her body, as naked as his, save for the mask, swayed underneath him. He continued grinding against her as he ran his hands up and down her body, starting from her neck, down her sides, hips, thighs. Then back up again, against the inside of her thighs, her stomach, her breasts...

As his hands brushed her mammary glands, he felt a surge of pleasure shoot through his body, and he instantly started focussing his attention there. He gently cupped them in both of his hands, before they both reached up to lovingly stroke the areolae, then lightly rolling the nipples between his fingers. A gasp of pleasure escaped his lips, quickly swallowed by the mask, as he abandoned stroking himself to continue fondling those heavenly mammaries.

"Wait..."

He glanced down, temporarily broken out of his daydream, to see his hands caressing a budding pair of matte black breasts, B cups now, and looking like they were growing fast. Only... They were growing from HIS chest! He instantly yelped in a mixture of fear and surprise as he desperately felt up his neck, trying to find the lip of the mask with all his might. But all he could find was smooth latex, which, he very quickly noticed, was spreading across his body. He reached up and grabbed the mask by the filter, and began trying to pull it off like his life depended on it. But the instant he touched it, another jolt of pleasure shot through him, along with a thought_, "Well, let's be honest, you wanted this to happen, you_ hoped it would happen."

"Yes, but what about my job?"

"What job?"

He was about to respond, but something gave him pause. Hang on, maybe he was right, he could remember the slightest dregs of something about a job, but it seemed so far away that it may have happened decades ago. He glanced down at his chest now, and the latex had started to spread down to his stomach and down most of his arms.

"Wh-... B-... I didn't use to have ti-AAAAAAAH!"

He yelped that last part, as it felt like someone had suddenly taped a pair of vibrators to his breasts, causing him to writhe and moan in pleasure, and for the time being, all thoughts of escape or release the furthest thing from his mind. It was a good few minutes before he finally came back to what little remained of his senses, leaving him lying flat on his back, his chest heaving, and his shaft literally drooling at this point. But the latex wasn't far behind, having finished coating his stomach and was now approaching his groin.

He trembled a little as the latex started to creep up his shaft, while continuing to coat his groin and buttocks. It was a truly indescribable feeling, like basking in an afterglow, but more intense, and for far longer. He wanted, at that point, to reach out with his latex covered hand and to stroke himself off again, but something inside himself held him back. He was drifting on the tide of pleasure right now, and not even the sudden intrusion of what felt like an average sized butt plug into his rectum seemed to stun him out of it. If anything, it only seemed to deepen it.

After ten minutes of lying there, he slowly came out of that pleasurable haze, and found himself encased, head to toe, in slick, black latex. Out of nowhere, he heard a voice in his ears; soft and feminine, speaking in barely a whisper, but it seemed like every syllable drilled itself into his skull, "Coating complete,", the voice whispered, crystal clear to the poor man, "Beginning enhancement process."

"Enhancement process?" Sean repeated, before gasping and moaning loudly. The latex covering his body began to fill out in what was becoming an increasingly unmistakeably feminine form. His hips grew wider and curvier, while his chest ballooned out to easily a D size now. His legs grew long and slender, as well as his arms, while the moans and yips of pleasure he was making were becoming higher pitched.

Through the haze of pleasure, Sean was able to hear the click of a door lock being turned, and was initially confused, his mind still clouded by the erotic and stimulating sensations, before remembering that yeah, he was actually in a bit of trouble. He tried calling out, but quite quickly discovered that he wasn't able to vocalise much more than moans, sighs and gasps. So, as much as it caused his cheeks to burn under the latex, he tried moaning as loudly as he could, in an attempt to attract whomever this home invader was.

“Primary enhancements complete, beginning will erosion,” came the voice. Instantly, his whole body burned with need, his new skin tingling and prickling as wave after wave of heat washed over him.

From his prone position on the bed, with one hand caressing a breast, and the other having wrapped itself around his ramrod-stiff shaft, he couldn't think of a worse situation to be in, until he felt a peculiar, hot sensation centred on his taint. As the door to the bedroom opened, he moaned almost lustfully in pleasure as the latex started to push into his body, forming a perfect replica of a vagina and uterus.

Sean gazed down blankly. He still had his cock, which at this point was still in his hand, but he dropped a dainty looking hand down to reach under his balls and instantly tensed up at the new rush of pleasure. He huffed quietly as he slowly pressed a finger against the folds of the latex, and was rewarded by an explosion of pleasure as the digit slowly pressed inside the moist, slick hole. He whimpered hotly and slid another finger inside, savouring the sensations of wet latex against latex, and the exploration of his new parts.

“Well well, someone’s being a naughty girl, huh?” he suddenly heard a rather feminine voice say, and as his gaze darted upwards, his view was filled by the figure of a young woman in her early twenties. Well, ‘woman’ would be a liberal description, since she had the appearance of an anthropomorphic fox. Her pelt was dusty brown with her hands to her elbows looking like they had been dipped in gold, while her long back-length hair hung behind her. Her twitching ears on the top of her head were tipped with burgundy, and her tail had a gold stripe from tip to top. She was rather short too, at around 5’5”, and her purple irises were starting down at him intensely. She wore a smirk on her pointed muzzle that filled him with a sense of dread. But despite everything that was happening to him, he couldn’t wrench his hands off his breasts, nor out of his now clenching cunny.

She chuckled softly and leaned against the wall while she watched the poor, rubber clad human writhe in pleasure on the floor in front of her. She stared for a few moments, before shrugging off the purple jacket she had been wearing and tossing it onto a chair sitting in a corner, and was quickly joined by a dark red scarf and her boots. “Now then, my new pet,” she said to him as she turned back to face him, “This is going to be your new life from now on, so you may as well get used to it.”. She looked down at Sean, now left in a black and red sundress, with a black petticoat underneath

But at that point, Sean was barely able to follow one word to another, his mind now being utterly clouded by pleasure. He gazed up at the vixen, a mixture of dread and lust gracing his features, and managed to utter three words, “W-who… are… you…?”.

She smirked down at him as his body tensed and shook under his own ministrations, “Well, I suppose it would be polite to introduce myself, of course… My name is Chloe, though, you won’t be using that name unless I allow it. Mistress, or Miss, will suffice. But enough of that for now, we should start your training!” she exclaimed, as she knelt down beside him and lightly brushed the side of the mask.

Sean instinctively recoiled from the touch, but the soft pink haze that had been surrounding his vision from the visor seemed to grow, and he felt a lurch in his chest as his erogenous zones seemed to kick into overdrive. He gasped loudly as he humped lewdly at his fingers, while he dropped a paw from his breast to firmly squeeze and toy with his shaft.

Meanwhile, Chloe sat next to him, tutting ever so softly as she watched the hapless human try to pleasure himself. Every so often, she would reach out without his knowledge and lightly touch at or rub certain parts of his body, causing the latex to shift and change. First were his legs; as she brushed her furred paw over them, they began to morph until they were more of a digitigrade style of leg.

Next were his breasts, causing them to swell from where they were to something approaching a DD cup. At that, Sean cried out in pleasure from the sensations, causing Chloe to smirk and rest a paw lightly in his cleavage, “Engage orgasm denial mode,” she spoke, more to the suit than Sean, and with a despaired whimper, he heard the suit echo the command.

Satisfied with the size of his bust, she raised her paws higher to lightly rub at his head, and like before, changes instantly started to occur. The facial structure began to change underneath the mask, becoming more and more lapine in appearance. His ears shifted from either side of his head to the top and began to elongate, looking more like a rabbit’s with each passing second. A latexy mass of hair grew out from between them, splaying out on the bed around him, and lengthening to the point where his real hair would have stopped.

“Enhancement complete, begin conditioning,” that voice whispered, but at that point, Sean was too submerged in a whirlwind of pleasure to even begin to notice. Chloe smirked down at him and gently turned his head to look at her. The instant Sean’s gaze fell upon the vixen, a warm, tingling rush filled every inch of his body. Seeing his reaction, Chloe smiled and lightly stroked his cheek, “Hmm…” she mused, “You know, Sean isn’t a very good name for a pet, especially not a pretty and obedient pet like you, huh?”. At the praise, the tingling feeling intensified, leaving behind a happy, almost giddy sensation. “You know what, yeah, Sean definitely doesn’t fit you, does it? How about Jolana?” she asks, grinning a little.

Jolana just looked up at her, with a happy smile on his face, hidden underneath the mask. He knew that he ought to be fighting tooth and nail to resist everything that was happening to him, but gods above, everything felt just so good! And his new mistress was so wonderful too! How could he ever want to go back to his old life!

Chloe smiled and lightly stroked down the mask, before gently tugging at it. With a wet, suction-like sound, it came free, revealing the lupine muzzle underneath, “Now, you’re going to be well behaved for me, aren’t you, my dear?” she asks sweetly.

“O-of course miss! Pet promises to be good for his mistress!” came the almost instantaneous reply.

Chloe chuckled quietly and gently rubbed behind one of his long, floppy ears, “Her mistress, you mean, my pet? After all, you’re hardly a male now, are you?” she observed, giggling softly as she reached down to lightly poke at the lapine’s breast, causing her to gasp and wriggle. Chloe smirked softly and kissed the bunny on the forehead, causing colour to start to spread across the latex, predominantly a light grey, with pink covering the tips of her floppy ears, and in a heart shape around her crotch.

“Alright dear, you’ve been a good girl, and we’re almost ready to go,” Chloe said to the squirming bunny on the bed, her tail twitching in need as she gazed upon her mistress, “Because you’ve been so well behaved, I’m gunna give you a little treat…”. At that, Chloe leaned in and whispered one single word into the lapine’s ear: “Cum”

Instantly, Jolana’s body tensed up. Like a well deep within her finally being tapped, an almost literal geyser erupted from her shaft, while her new lips clenched and constricted around her fingers still buried deep inside her cunny, coating them with her slick juices. Every single thought was driven from her mind, save her love of her mistress, and that many, many more of these experiences awaited her, if only she were well enough behaved.

As she slipped into her afterglow, she couldn’t help but think there was something on the very edge of her mind, something tantalisingly close, yet just out of reach… But as she gazed lovingly up at her mistress, all of that soon vanished, replaced by that warm, happy glow again. Who cares what that was, why would she ever care about anything at all, when she was with her amazing mistress?