FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

At the time of its birth, Vulpix has one white tail. The tail separates into six if this Pokémon receives plenty of love from its Trainer. The six tails become magnificently curled. - Taken from the Omega Ruby Pokedex

The air conditioning was overworking to combat the summer heat, causing the tips of Ford’s short hair to ripple. He reached up to smooth the slightly spiked, brown locks. The relief from the heat outside was amazing; the sharp suit he wore was very restrictive.

He stopped at the familiar door at the end of Jubilife’s ‘Mother Mew Boarding Home’. It was old and battered, a relic from the past when this was still considered a pokemon pound, with all the connotations that brought.

Ford reached into his pocket and pulled out the small tin of breath mints he had stashed. It might have been silly, obtuse to think such a thing like that would matter, but appearances were everything. Five years spent on Jubilife TV had taught him that.

The air on the other side of the door seemed to grow heavier. There seemed to be tension as he began to approach the ‘rooms’, really glorified cells. These were more antiquated, keeping the imposing metal bars that seemed so primitive considering how pokemon were treated nowadays.

Ford walked the aisle slowly, making sure to check each occupant. There were some that caught his eye, but their postings listed them as preferring a female foster.

The very last cage in the row was the one he stopped at. The interior was dark, farther from the lights than the rest. He could see a shape in the back corner, and apparently, it could see him as well.

“Take a picture, pretty boy, it’ll last longer.” The voice from within was gruff, combative. Amber eyes glared out at him, two coals burning in the darkness that seemed to scrutinize his every move.

He smiled, but it was hesitant. “Should I take that as a compliment?” The derivative snort from within met his ears as he reached out to take the clipboard hanging outside of her cell.

"Should take that as a hint to leave me alone.” One paw stretched out from the darkness, ruffled, red fur that had seen better days. It was soon followed by a small, pointed muzzle, curled up in a resentful expression of loathing. Her form emerged slowly, instinctually provocative as if she were putting on her own private show.

Her coat was messy, even after the baths and grooming sessions she most likely received. She walked with a limp in her front, left leg, favoring it whenever she had to put weight on it. It gave her an unusual gait, but she embraced it, adding a flair of personality to her movements.

The thing that struck out to him was the single, white tail she possessed.

“Hey, actually…I’ve seen you on billboards.”

“Oh yeah? They do have a few on Main St-“

“You’re a lot uglier in person.”

Ford brushed off her attempt to rile him up, instead looking over her biography. The biggest thing that stuck out to him was that she was older than the pokemon he traditionally fostered. The next was her rap sheet.

Petty vandalism, thievery, trespassing, and indecent exposure.

The list went on, laying out all the – admittedly – petty sins of the fox pokemon on the other side of the bars. She had moved to sit on her haunches in front of them, her eyes narrowed accusingly at him.

The only other thing he noticed was her name: Nelly.

“Name’s Ford. I gotta say, never seen a pokemon get busted for indecent exposure.”

Her annoyed expression twitched, briefly replaced by a knowing smirk.

“Not much for conversation, are you?” Ford pressed his back against the wall next to her cell, slowly sliding down till he sat on the floor. He could feel Nelly’s eyes on him, but he tried not to look at her. He almost jumped when he felt a small, dainty paw brushing against his arm.

She had approached the corner of the cell, her eyes twinkling in shifting coronas of pink and red. “You know, if you got me out of here, I could show you how I got that strike against me…” her tongue dipped from her mouth, a lascivious act that displayed her little, yellow fangs.

The light in her eyes was so entrancing. They captivated and astounded, making Ford’s heart beat faster. Her head tilted slightly, her little chest sinking in on itself to make her seem so much more vulnerable and innocent than her offer suggested.

For a moment, he felt his poise slipping, his resistance fading away. A soft curse from the fox broke him out of it, her hypnotic stare ending while she rubbed a paw against one of her eyes.

“Was that…attract?” He asked, unable to help the amused smile that popped up from her attempt. “Can’t say I’ve ever had a pokemon try it on me before.” His cheeks reddened moments later.

For a second there, he couldn’t deny the fox was very beautiful.

Her expression immediately soured, and she jerked her paw away from him. “Of course, and here I was thinking you’d be easy…” The vulpix sighed, “yeah, gawk at the freak fox with one tail and less use than an eevee with an everstone. I can’t use moves for long or it starts to give me a headache.”

Ford didn’t press this. He sat back, pressing his hands into his pockets. “Got anyone on the outside?”

“You can cut the bullshit.” Nelly walked up to the bars, nearly pushing her pointed muzzle through them. “I’m not going to be any use to a trainer.”

He chuckled and pulled his hand free of his pocket. In it, he clutched a dark, leather wallet. “Oh, I don’t train pokemon. Never cared to.” From the wallet he produced a few small, crumpled pictures, worn from repeated viewing. “I just like seeing pokemon…become extraordinary.”

“It started off as a publicity stunt by the studio,” he continued, placing one of the photos in front of her. It showed a shaggy poochyena, looking nervously at the camera. “The entire news crew came down and found pokemon to foster.”

The next picture depicted a mightyena, standing proud next to a woman in a blue police uniform.

“That’s Patton. He always wanted to help people, but never thought he was strong enough to do it.” When she didn’t comment on it, he continued.

The next picture was of a purrloin curled into a tight ball, her tail nothing more than a small nub. “This is Kenzie. She always had a lot of anxiety being in front of people…but she had the best singing voice.”

Like before, he produced an after picture, showing a Liepard sitting on a podium, a bright ribbon wrapped around her neck.

“I just,” he paused, before picking the pictures back up, “started to really enjoy seeing the effect a little love can have.”

Her sharp eyes had softened, if only a little. Her gaze was resting directly on her white tail, her bad paw brush against the soft, white fur. “You know…I’ve never met a vulpix whose tail didn’t split. Figure that’s why my moves are so weak…always thought maybe,” she grumbled begrudgingly “maybe…it’s not too late.”

“All I’m asking is that you trust me. Trust that I want to see you grow,” he turned and met her eyes. The fur around the base of her tail had started to raise, while her hackles stood tall. “Trust me when I say I only want to see you become the best you can be. Trust me when I say you’ll have your own room, the chance to make your own decisions, and you’ll be my equal.”

Her ears twitched a little as he laid all this out for her. She thought about it, looking down at her front paws. “You know I could just…could just run off, right? I could leave you high and dry.” She challenged him on this, demanding answers as she turned back to look at him. “Why are you willing to do this for me?”

Ford sighed softly to himself and closed his eyes briefly. “If that’s what happens, then…I guess neither of us would be able to see what you can become.” When she fell silent, he opened his eyes again and got to his feet. “I won’t hold it against you if you do. I don’t want you to be my slave, Nelly, I want you to be my friend.”

Nelly looked up at him, still reserved, however, the use of her name had a noticeable effect. The vulpix slowly got to her feet and growled faintly. “I want you to mean this. I’ve been let down before.”

“Just trust me.”

Ford could already hear the pounding bass of the music as he stepped off the elevator. It rang down the hallway, nearly enough to rattle the doorknob. He was just happy that theirs was the only apartment on this floor.

Friday tradition dictated that Nelly got to pick what they had for dinner. It had been this way for the past six months. He was rather happy she had been on a Chinese food kick lately.

“Hey, Nelly. I’m home.” He had to shout over the music to be heard.

He walked into the spacious kitchen and set the bags on the granite countertops. From here, he could look into the living room where Nelly rested on a once pristine couch. It had suffered countless abuse from anxious foster pokemon but still held strong.

“Sup, fancy pants.” She tilted her head back to glance at him. The vulpix was resting on her back, front paws dangling in front of her as she looked up at the ceiling. With her good leg, she pressed a paw on the stereo remote, muting the boisterous, hip-hop beats.

“Sup yourself? Have a good day?” He watched her as she rolled onto her side before jumping down from the couch.

Adapting to high society was still difficult for her. She knew how to open the large window that looked out over the city, he had quickly discovered. It was an easy trip from the ledge to the fire escape. She still proclaimed herself a street tough, if he ever insinuated otherwise.

One thing had definitely changed about her, however. Instead of a singular white tail, two tails flagged behind her. They twitched in a metronome-like fashion while she walked.

He had looked up her predicament a few days after she came to live with him. From what he could find, a vulpix was born with only one tail. It was supposed to split when they grew older, but only through the love of a trainer.

There were days that she was brought home by police officers. The first time this had happened, she didn’t break eye contact with him, challenging him to ostracize her for this. It never came. He had simply suggested a collar, one that would prove she wasn’t a stray.

Quid pro quo dictated that he gives her something in return. He wore a dark, leather bracelet around his wrist – proudly spelling out Nelly in vivid, red letters – so she would wear a similar one. Her’s had his name and address on it. It only seemed fair; like he always told her, she was a friend, not a slave.

It had seemed silly when he put it on at first. The woman at the department store had even giggled at their matching attire, but he saw the grin on Nelly’s face when he strapped it on. At that moment, he knew a pivotal moment had occurred in their relationship.

“Boring. Watched like six movies.” She responded quite simply while moving to a sitting position near his feet. “Ordered a ton of new ones online.” After a pause, she cleared her throat rather loudly.

He smiled hesitantly and rolled his eyes before reaching down to gently tuck his hands under her front arms. He was careful with the annoyed fox, even though she was already wiggling by the time he set her on the counter.

He also reminded himself to check just what all she had bought online. He still regretted teaching her how to do that.

“Lot of laying around. A lot of watching tv…whole lot of nothing. Saw your news segment. I’ve seen rock types less stiff than you’ve been.” She sighed and dug her nose into the bag he had set on the counter. Her white tails curled over her back as she snuffled around, before pulling out. “They actually remembered the fortune cookies this time.”

“I made sure I asked.” He paused at her pointing this out. “Had some stuff on my mind, I guess.” He gently shooed her away before reaching in the bag to pull out the boxes. One he set in front of her, opening the lid to display her mixed meat and vegetables. He knew she wouldn’t touch the latter, no matter how much he insisted.

“I still don’t understand why you like those so much.” He chuckled when she shot him a glare and immediately held his hands up defensively. “I’m just saying…they taste like cardboard to me.”

“You have no taste. I’ve eaten actual cardboard before, you know.”

“I’ve seen you eat the fortunes, too.”

“One time! I didn’t know it was in there!”

Even after months of regular meals, he noticed Nelly ate ravenously. He figured it was a stray thing; she hadn’t exactly gained any weight, but her form had certainly filled out. She wasn’t the same scrawny fox he had first met.

“Did you go out today?” He asked this idly, picking at his food with his fork.

She looked up from her meal, sauce decorating the fur around her muzzle. She swallowed and glanced back at the bay windows that overlooked Jubilife City. Fat, white flakes were slowly falling, blanketing the city in a layer of fluffy whiteness. It was expected to continue all weekend.

“Too cold.” Nelly finally stated. “Sucks not having a fire in you.”

Ford had almost wished that she had.

If she were to go out, she would return disheveled and reeking of some anonymous male. But she’d seem satisfied.

Nelly finished her meal first, pushing the box aside and trotting over to his side of the counter. He straightened when she approached him, an unintentional reaction he hoped she didn’t notice. It was a relief when she simply batted a fortune cookie at him and then waited for him to open it.

“So…” she mumbled, “want to watch a movie or something? We haven’t hung out since before we…you know.”

It seemed he wasn’t the only one with something on their mind. After a moment's hesitation, he cracked open the fortune cookie, extracting the slip of paper from within before setting it in front of her. “I would like that.”

She shook her head before bending down to bite into the cookie. When she was finished with it, she licked a few crumbs away from her muzzle. “Do you know how transparent you are?” He noticed the slight lowering of her ears; it was a signal he had come to know meant she was getting upset. “Listen, if you’re upset…”

“I’m not,” he stated quickly. Her dry snort of acknowledgment was the response. After he assisted her in getting back to the ground, she started to walk towards the couch.

When she reached it, she turned back to him and growled. “Grab a blanket, would you? The plaid one on your bed is my favorite.”

He could assume he knew why she wanted that one. When he entered his room, he hesitated as he pulled it off his bed. The gaudy red and black blanket had always been his favorite as well, and he hesitated before bringing it to his nose.

It smelled like sandalwood and cinnamon, just like Nelly.

He changed out of his suit while he was in here, putting on a pair of pajama pants and a plain t-shirt with the studio’s logo.

Back in the living room, he found Nelly patting the spot on the couch next to her with her good paw. When he walked over and sat next to her, he heard her sigh.

“Seriously, Ford. Do you regret it?”

It wasn’t something they had talked about since it happened two weeks earlier.

He wasn’t dumb; he had seen the way the vulpix would act if she was cooped up for a while. It was in the way she spoke to him, looked at him, the affectionate way she would press against him. It had all grown so much more prominent and heated in the last month, with the vulpix’s risqué behavior becoming all he could think about.

It had been suspiciously quiet when he got to his apartment. He had called out to her, only to receive a response from his bedroom. He had found her sprawled out on the damn blanket, beckoning him to lay with her. One thing had led to another, her teasing brushes had become needy grinding.

Never before had he ever had a female like her in his life. She had engulfed his every thought, even appearing in his dreams and fantasies. By the time he realized he wanted her, it was far too late to stop.

Months of sexual tension had found relief that night. She was the one to instigate it, having him lay on his back while she looked up at him. Ford hadn’t been a virgin, but he might as well have been when he coupled with the vulpix.

“I will admit, I’ve wondered about you, pretty boy.” She looked at her front paws while she spoke. “I thought you wanted it. Even though I kept teasing ya’, you never seemed opposed to it.”

“I…wasn’t against it...” He said this quickly, but this wasn’t satisfactory for her. He saw the annoyed look on her face, and he swallowed to clear his dry mouth.

“Yeah, maybe not when I was riding you, but you sure as hell seem to regret it now. Are you worried someone might find out you fucked a pokemon? Think it’ll ruin your image or something?” He could detect a hint of…was that embarrassment?

“Nelly, I don’t care that you’re a pokemon…but I’m your fost-“

“You’re my friend.” She corrected him quickly, bringing a paw down heavily on his leg. “You’re my friend…and…fuck, Ford. You’re one of the very few men in my life I don’t regret having sex with.” Her ears flattened, the pressure she put on him beginning to lessen. It was a subtle motion, but it spoke volumes to him. Nelly’s voice cracked as she tried to lighten the mood. “Believe me, that’s saying something…you just laid there and took it. Couldn’t even make me cum...”

He didn’t say a word for the longest time.

When he finally spoke, he sighed and met her gaze. “Nelly…I feel like I took advantage of you.” When she didn’t respond, he pressed on, “I’m supposed to be your caretaker. I was supposed to do what’s best for you…”.

“You idiot,” she hesitated and closed her eyes. After a deep breath, she began to speak. “Ford…trust me, when I say that I’ve wanted you. Trust me when I say that I care about you.” She opened her eyes, smiling in weak amusement at him. “Trust me that what I feel for you is genuine. It’s not some schoolgirl adulation or a passing fancy.”

His eyes drifted to the dark, black band around his wrist. Her name stared back up at him, reminding him just how desperate he had been to put them on equal footing. It was his silent promise to be loyal to her.

“Just…trust me.”

One last look at him was all he needed. A trainer’s love came in all forms; their’s was just a more carnal variety.

This time, Ford was the one to initiate, Nelly was the one to hesitate. Their mouths met awkwardly for a moment as they shifted, human and fox trying to find an angle that would work. It was a humanistic display of affection that Nelly didn’t quite understand at first. They hadn’t kissed the first time, but she could sense Ford liked it.

Nelly could taste the sweet peppermint on his breath, the remnants of the mints that reminded her of that day in the boarding home. She had always found his worry about his appearance to be endearing; it was such a trivial thing. She licked along the inside of his mouth, trying to remember what she had seen done in the romance movies she enjoyed.

Her claws extended, pressing into his chest and digging into the fabric of his shirt. Their kiss was brief, just enough for them to get a taste of each other. Her mouth was spicy, a more potent taste than he would have expected.

Ford shivered when he felt one of her paws dipping between his legs, her face shifting in amusement at the bulge she found. “You’re so damn transparent,” she whispered, breathless from excitement. Her tails had flagged high, showcasing her own arousal.

It was almost a disappointment when she pulled away. She grabbed the blanket in her mouth, allowing it to sprawl out over the hardwood flooring. “I want to see what it’s like when you’re in charge…” Nelly’s voice almost quivered while she pushed the edges of the blanket out, flattening it.

It struck Ford that she had to have planned this out. He wondered if she fantasized about them as much as he did.

Once she finished the preparations, she turned to face the window overlooking the city. She was mindful as she began to slowly bend forward, spreading her hind legs, leaving nothing in the way. The twin tails swished energetically, fanning out behind her.

The darkened lips were shaped in a peculiar fashion that resembled a spade from a set of playing cards. He hadn’t had as much of a chance to see it their first time. Now, he couldn’t look away.

His hesitation caught Nelly’s attention. She turned to look at him, her furry rear giving a small, tantalizing shake. “Come on, pretty boy, what are you waiting for?” Her teeth gleamed in the light, a taunting grin that made Ford’s pulse quicken.

It felt like someone else was controlling his body. He felt the soft blanket under his knees when he took up position behind her. There was a moment where time seemed to freeze before his hands gently came down on her furry haunches. He felt her jump, tremors running through her.

“Oh, Arceus, Ford. Don’t make me wait,” her voice had grown more challenging, even when she heard the shifting of fabric. “You want this, I want this, s-oh!” She gasped when his manhood finally made an appearance.

Ford wasn’t as big as some of the men Nelly had slept with. At six inches, he was average for a human, if only just. There was no knot, or tapered tip, no claws digging into her side. Some of these aspects she missed, some she found herself happy to be without.

His hands trembled as he ground his tip against her heated spade, the fox’s soft moans encouraging him. She wasn’t wrong, he wanted this so badly that he couldn’t stop.

He had enjoyed it once before but being on top was completely different. She was already wet for him, her delicate folds spreading and immediately hugging his shaft. He gritted his teeth, the familiar tightness almost enough to take his breath away. He could feel her back arching to further present her furry rump to him.

“T-That’s it…”

His hips gently rocked forward, pushing more of himself into her and drawing soft groans from the vulpine. Her ears had flattened, her tongue hanging out the corner of her mouth. Ford swore her spade was hotter than it had been the first time they did this, and she was certainly getting wetter already.

Human women seemed worlds away from the allure of the fox. He found himself not missing smooth skin against his body, the allure of fur so much more deliciously tantalizing. He had grappled with the taboo of what he had done, but the depravity of it had fueled his desire to do it again.

His hand moved to grasp the base of one of her tails, gently tugging back on it to draw her closer to him. She yipped at the rough treatment, but the way she suddenly tightened up told him all he needed to know.

“F-Fuck…” He groaned loudly, savoring the encompassing warmth of the little vixen. No human woman compared to this, this tightness, the tickle of fur on his balls as he buried himself fully in her. The thought of what he was doing urged him on, the knowledge that he was hilted in a pokemon.

He gritted his teeth together and inhaled deeply, leaning further over the little fox’s back. She turned her head back suddenly, allowing their eyes to meet while her dark tongue poked out at him. To his surprise, that enrapturing pink glow and shifting coronas of light were dancing in her irises. She smirked, blowing a soft kiss to him before whispering three simple words.

“Fuck me, Ford.”

The last of his reservations were thrown out the window. His movements became unabashedly desperate. With the splitting of her tail, Nelly’s attract had become much more powerful, and he was in no state to resist it.

The silky caress of her cunny greeted him every time he pulled back, her desperate attempts to clamp down and keep him buried utterly futile. She rested on her good leg, trying to hold herself up for him while her keening cries of pleasure filled the apartment.

Nelly could see their reflection in the window. It seemed so strange that she would ever have a human on her back, let alone one that was taking her with the ferocity of a houndoom in rut. Her muzzle tightened as she tried to hold back her yips of pleasure; it was always better to make the man work for them, she found. Still, she couldn’t deny the passion he evoked in her. The raw, sensual desire she felt him exude let her know this meant more than just getting off.

Life on the streets had rendered sex a necessity of survival. This was so much more than that.

The sound of his thrusts had grown wet, the vixen’s pussy soaked with her own juices and the pre that the human produced. Nelly had started to throw herself back against him as best she could, their grunts and moans growing each time his hips smacked against her furry ass.

The two worked in tandem, their moans synchronizing as each experienced such forbidden pleasure. Their interspecies coupling was completely different from their first time together, a roiling storm of lust that engulfed their minds in a haze. All Ford could think of was taking her, fucking her.

Loving her. He knew he loved her.

His hands started when he felt the base of her tail starting to fluff out, making him grunt before he released it. With half a mind, he could see that familiar split running to the very tip. It seemed to unfurl, even as he continued to thrust.

Ford didn’t realize he had pulled her back legs off the ground until he heard her whine. It shocked him, her attract working too well on the human. She was balanced on her good leg in an almost comical display to keep standing. He was about to lower her before he heard her cries intensifying, and he realized he had just startled her.

“Don’t stop! Fuck me, breed me, mate me, Ford!” She howled as this depravity slipped from her lips. It was all she needed to set herself off. With an almost feral snarl, her puffy spade squeezed painfully tight around him. Her climax came in a rush of juices that splattered his groin, coating his balls in her scent and marking him as hers.

With her climax came a sudden burst of heat from deep within her body. It startled him and made him lose his own composure.

As the third tail unfurled, standing proudly to join its companions, Nelly’s fire finally ignited.

He tossed his head back, his entire body tensing as he drove himself into her one last time. The muscles in his arms bulged as he came, shooting his seed deep into the depths of the feral fox he held. It was a meager load when compared to a canine, but several thick strands of the human’s seed were enough to fill the vixen’s little spade.

After their shared climax, exhaustion came quickly. The strength faded from his limbs, and he realized he was still partially holding her in the air. The heat hadn’t dissipated around his cock; if anything, it was growing stronger.

He rolled them over so she was resting on top of him. The little fox’s face was a picture of happiness as she stretched out on his stomach and chest. Her fast-paced breathing was all he could hear for the longest time. He didn’t speak while they rested. It would have ruined the moment.

“So…”

He looked up at her, content to simply rub his hands down her back. Each time he did, he would tease the base of her tails. He couldn’t help admiring the way the new one seemed so much more sensitive than the others.

“I guess…we still have three tails to go.”

Ford snickered under his breath and sighed gently. He could see the snow falling even harder outside the window behind her, the lights of the city illuminating her silhouette in an almost angelic glow. The heat of her body was keeping him hard, her tightness preventing him from slipping out of her.

“I think…I’m going to call in to work tomorrow.”

“You better not be tapping out on me just yet, pretty boy. We have all night…”