FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"No, man, I'm telling you, it's real. My friend's cousin got the app one day after his phone updated itself. Shit's trippy." Josh was always talking out of his ass. Did he think that anyone would believe him when he was the definition of 'the boy who cried wolf?' Last week his 'big new thing' was some conspiracy about a chemical in the water causing people to melt. Rhys liked to have fun as much as the next guy, but suspension of disbelief could only take you so far.

Who would believe in some stupid app populated by monsters? It was probably a marketing gimmick, but it was likely an urban legend made up by some 14-year-old online. Besides, if people met up with monsters for dates, at least one of them would have been on the news by now. How did that old saying go? Three may keep a secret if two of them are dead? Rhys doubted that anyone would be able to stay quiet enough to let some secret app exist without any proof.

Finally, Josh shut up, and Rhys could leave without starting any drama. Most of his friend group was pleasant enough, but they were all so dependent on Josh's trust fund to pay their rent that they let him get away with basically anything. Rhys always ended up as the bad guy if he tried to call Josh on his attention-seeking behavior, so he gave up and ignored his ramblings.

[Would you like to update your phone?]

Rhys's phone buzzed, and a prompt appeared on his lock screen. His mobile data was running low, but he knew from experience that waiting to update would force it to happen at the least convenient time, so he sighed, tapping the prompt. Wi-fi would have to suffice for the next few weeks.

Rhys's phone began to glow with an otherworldly light, and before long, the screen brightened, and all of his apps disappeared, replaced by a single large icon labeled "Monstr." No fucking way. Was Josh playing a prank on him? Was he paying someone to hack into his phone or something? Rhys was going to murder that insufferable pothead.

Still, on the off chance that this wasn't a prank, Rhys tapped the icon and sat down to browse.

[Please input your age, weight, height, gender, sexual orientation, and species.]

A prompt appeared on the screen. Species? They were committed to this whole monster thing. Rhys thought for a moment, then entered his information.

[Age:25, Weight: 110 lbs, Height: 5'2, Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Gay Species: Human.]

Rhys struggled with the species box but decided the vanilla option was not only more truthful but also took away some of the prank's fun. At least this way, if he created a profile and Josh decided to post it online for a laugh, he wouldn't be as cringeworthy as if he put down some nonsense.

Rhys's face popped up on the screen, alongside the words 'take your profile picture.' Rhys plastered an easygoing smile across his face before he pressed the button and admired the result. One of the rare selfies where he didn't resemble a drowned rat. His curly brown hair behaved for once, and his brown eyes caught the light just right. Hopefully, that picture saved itself to his gallery. He would love to use it for his social media profile.

Ding. That was fast. Before Rhys could even explore the app, he got a message.

["Howlin@YourMoon says: Hey there, sexy. You dtf? This dog wants to bury his bone in your backyard."]

The photo on Howlin's profile HAD to be fake. A wolf with a toothy grin and winking blue eyes stared back at Rhys. Was this the most in-depth filter of all time, CGI, or just some picture from a movie? Either way, Rhys was impressed with the work that went into the 'werewolf's' page.

[Age: 30, Weight: 400 lbs, Height: 7'0, Gender: Male, Orientation: Pansexual, Species: Werewolf.]

["Just a 'Good Boy' looking for love. Let me huff and puff and blow your house down, and I'll eat you all night long. The safeword is 'pineapple.'"]

Rhys had to admit this guy was creative. Maybe he would give him a chance. Worst case scenario, he'd walk away if he didn't like what he saw.

["RhysesPhyses says: Hello there, Big Bad Wolf. I think I'd be open to letting you sniff my butt. Do you want to meet up for coffee?"]

["Howlin@YourMoon says: No need, I'm already on my way. Hope that you're wearing clothes you don't mind losing."]

Well, that was vaguely ominous. Rhys debated messaging back to call off the date, but instead, he quickened his pace. As long as there were people around, this guy wouldn't do anything weird, right? Or maybe Rhys wanted him to try something dangerous. Rough stuff was one of his favorite kinks, and he had to admit that he was intrigued by the whole "big bad wolf" dominance aspect. Maybe he'd pin him down and force his-

Snarling in Rhys's ear broke his daydream, and he turned to face the sound, his heart beating in his throat. Standing over him with chiseled muscles and a foam dripping mouth was a massive werewolf that Rhys recognized from the dating profile. No fucking way. Monstr was real? Shit, shit, shit, shit. He needed to get away, fast. Fucking a stranger was one thing, but this thing might try to eat him!

Rhys tried to run, but the creature caught up to him, and those massive paws grabbed at his shirt, tearing it from his chest. He crawled a few steps before that hulking canine body pinned him down, and his struggles were ended with one strong paw on his hands, enveloping them both in a tight grip. Slowly and with a wicked grin, the monster's claws sliced through Rhys's pants, the razor-sharp tips drawing a bit of blood from Rhys's hairless legs.

Terrified eyes stared up at the werewolf's sharp, grinning teeth, and Rhys couldn't help the twitch in his cock. What would it feel like if those fangs bit into him? Why was he filled with a sudden desire to let the werewolf ravish him? Still, he resisted, fearing what would happen if he let the wolf have his way. "Please, let me go. I don't want this." Dammit, what a time for his cock to jump, as if calling out, 'he's lying!'

Massive and slowly growing, the werewolf's canine cock flopped into view, dwarfing Rhys's and slapping wetly against his stomach. It was far meatier than anything Rhys had ever taken, and he struggled anew as the pointed tip rolled down over his balls, rolling itself against his fearfully clenched hole. That thing would tear him apart! Why was he excited by that prospect? Masochism could be such a curse.

Pain blossomed in Rhys's rear, and he felt tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as his hole was ravaged open with slow but firm pressure. Traitorous and iron-hard, his cock slapped against his stomach with each agonizing inch, and despite the pain gritting his teeth, Rhys felt his hole giving way to the monstrous penetration. Trying his best not to clench despite the burning stretch, Rhys pushed outward, knowing that it would hurt far less if he accepted the massive member rather than fighting it.

Swelling with lupine cock, his stomach stretched obscenely, and before that massive werewolf cock was even halfway in, he could see the pointed tip outlined in vivid detail through his skin. Would he even have any organs left when the werewolf finished with him? Still, his prostate was singing, squished under pulsing lupine splendor, and he felt his stomach growing wet with his arousal.

Panting with exertion and drooling thick strings of canine slobber down over Rhys's chest, the werewolf hunched himself over the human, and Rhys could feel each shallow thrust releasing deep, almost painfully powerful squirts of werewolf pre. There was nothing gentle about the werewolf's rutting, and Rhys could feel those thrusts growing bolder, slurping from his hole only to shove back in deep, rearranging his innards to fit around that huge bitchbreaker.

Fresh pain blossomed inside Rhys with each extra inch, and he weakly struggled, incoherently begging to be let go with tears streaming down his face. Mercy would never come, however, and soon he was being forced against the ground, his ass stinging with the slap of massive canine balls. Aching legs bent far too far backward, and his upturned ass squished against the werewolf's growing knot with every hard push until he felt the wolfman bottom out, thankfully with that massive bulb of flesh still safely outside.

Painfully hot seed erupted from the wolfman's tip, swelling Rhys's stomach into an almost pregnant state, and powerful pulses of that mammoth dick crushed his prostate, wringing an unwanted orgasm from the abused human's uselessly flopping, impossibly hard cock. Sharp teeth bit down on Rhys's shoulder, shallowly puncturing his skin and intensifying the sensations racing through his body, coaxing a muffled scream into shaggy fur.

Once the werewolf finished inside him, his aggression seemed to melt away, and his soft tongue lapped at the small punctures he left on olive skin. "Fuck, dude. You're one hot lay. Are you okay? I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?" The werewolf's voice broke through Rhys's foggy, pain-and-pleasure-induced stupor. Big furry paws wiped away Rhys's tears, and bright blue eyes stared at him with concern. Of course, it made sense that the wolfman could talk if he were messaging Rhys online, but Rhys's terrified but aroused mind had trouble making the connection.

"I- What? I-isn't this a rape?" Rhys sat up, wincing as that massive werewolf dick schlorped from his ruined hole, unleashing a torrent of pearly seed to the ground below. Wait. The werewolf's page mentioned a safeword. Fuck, this was all just roleplay? Rhys clapped his hand to his face. Well, he could admit he enjoyed it without sounding fucked up. At least there was that.

"Nah, dude. You didn't know? Oh, shit, and I- Fuck me, I'm sorry. I thought you were into it. I should have asked." The werewolf's sheepish apology was adorable, and despite the soreness in Rhys's rear, he was already beginning to forgive him. Clawed fingers tapped together, and the wolfman shuffled his feet. "Can I make it up to you? Take you out to coffee or something?"

As Rhys watched, the hulking werewolf began to shrink. Animalistic features gave way to a normal-looking though unusually buff and hairy, brunette man with messy hair. His biceps were almost as thick as Rhys's torso, his pecs bounced with each breath and glistened with sweat, and Rhys felt a fresh surge of arousal as his gaze wandered down to a thick, uncut sausage still dripping with cum. Why didn't movies portray werewolves like THIS? Rhys's ass would be firmly seated in the front row every time.

"I stashed some clothes around here. You're welcome to them. Might be just a bit big on you." The werewolf bent down and tugged a backpack from within some bushes, that perfectly round, hairy ass spreading before Rhys's appreciative gaze and showing off a tight-looking hole. Even a bottom like Rhys would love to get their hands on an ass that perfect.

"Here you go. These are my gym clothes, but they should work for now." Rhys barely resisted the urge to sniff the massive v-neck tee the werewolf tossed him. How could someone smell so good? Rather than the usual masculine funk, Rhys could only describe the clothes as dipped in pure sex. If they bottled this stuff, douchebags in clubs would have a chance with anyone they wanted.

Rhys felt a bit silly wearing such comically large clothes. The shirt looked almost like a dress, draped over Rhys's petite frame, but it covered all of his intimate parts, so it would have to do. The massive pair of shorts he grabbed next at least had a drawstring he could cinch around his waist, but he still looked like a child wearing their parent's clothes.

Rhys started to limp away, but he felt a strong pair of arms enfold his waist, and that massive chest, now covered by a tight-fitting t-shirt, pressed against his face as his feet left the ground. "Since it's my fault you can barely walk, let me carry you to wherever you need to go." Holy shit, this guy was smooth. Handsome, sweet, AND fucked like an animal? Rhys could see himself falling for the werewolf, or at the very least, wanting to see where things would lead.

"My apartment is about three blocks that way. Maybe we can start over and get to know each other properly this time?" Rhys blushed as he looked up at those pretty blue eyes, his finger pointing towards his place. He wasn't worried about the werewolf's intentions since he could have done anything he wanted while Rhys was underneath him. Besides, the danger was a bit of a draw. Maybe he could get a repeat performance with a bit less mortal terror.

The short walk to Rhys's apartment was pleasant, and Rhys took the opportunity to feel up the wolfman's chest. Soft and bouncy, but with a clenching hardness underneath that sent shivers through Rhys, his pecs were mouthwatering. Rhys's body was small and slight, almost girlish, so muscular manly men had always been a massive turn-on for him. There was something so unbelievably sexy about a guy that could toss you around and pin you down (with permission).

"Uh, can that wait until we get to your place? It's hard to hide my dick while I'm holding you." Rhys noticed that the hands holding him were shaking, and a glance down revealed the werewolf's manhood sandwiched against his waistband. Thankfully for the hairy hunk, they reached Rhys's building before Rhys could tease him further, and after a short elevator ride, they stood in front of Rhys's apartment door.

Feeling like a bride on his wedding night as the werewolf carried him over the threshold and sat him on the couch, Rhys cleared his throat, trying not to stare at the handsome monster's face. "I'm um, I'm Rhys, by the way. I know it's a bit late for introductions since you've already almost turned me inside out."

"Oh, right. Duh. I didn't tell you my name either. I'm Scott. Nice to meet you, I guess." Dammit, even his name was attractive. It was almost unfair. "Probably should have done this a while ago before the whole, 'pouncing on your ass' thing." A soft chuckle bounced those pecs under Scott's shirt, and Rhys felt a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. His face would bury itself in those before the night ended.

Fuck it. With those kissable lips so close, Rhys couldn't resist. Arms slipped around the werewolf's broad shoulders, and he pressed his mouth to Scott's. Slow and savoring, he explored the wolfman's teeth with his tongue, noticing the extra sharpness around their tips before Scott's tongue met his, wrapping around it and wrestling it back into his mouth to return his passion. There was no pretense of holding back. Before Rhys could register anything beyond their dreamy embrace, the bulky werewolf was leaning over Rhys, claiming him with roaming hands and teasing those strong hands over the human's nipples.

Nails dug into the werewolf's back as Rhys's body moved to accommodate his added weight, eagerly pressing his straining erection against the mammoth arousal threatening to burst through Scott's pants. Grinding strokes pressed their shafts against each other, and before long, Rhys's insistent hands tugged at Scott's pants, releasing that drooling monster dick to flop against his stomach. Like his canine shaft, his human form had a deliciously perfect cock, with just the right amount of foreskin hooding the head and a thick bush of hair cushioning its base.

"Damn, dude. And I thought I was a horndog." Scott teased, panting against Rhys's lips. Unlike his bestial advances, his hands were gentle now, undressing Rhys at a sensual pace and dragging his fingertips over soft, sensitive skin, reveling in his shuddering reactions. Seductive lips met Rhys's neck when his body laid bare, and sharp teeth teased at his pulse, never quite catching his skin. "I know you're probably too sore for round two, but I can think of a few other things we can try if you're up for it."

Husky whispers sent chills through Rhys, and he nodded emphatically, leaning into the soft, sucking nibbles at his neck. At this point, desperate and needy as he was, he probably would have agreed to anything, painful or not, but the sheer possibilities that Scott's words promised sent a surge of steely arousal through Rhys's average cock. Oddly, though, he was disappointed. His still gaping hole was practically begging for another pounding, clenching, and drooling the last vestiges of werewolf cum.

Weight lifted from Rhys's light frame, and he was about to protest the loss of the warm, grinding manhood marking him with its gooey need when that perfect bubble butt loomed into view, and hairy balls filled Rhys's vision. Masculine scents seared into Rhys's brain as the loose, heated skin dragged over his nose, and he could feel gentle hands weighing his manhood while steaming hot breath teased at his tip.

Settling into the warm embrace of that juicy pair of balls, he gently sucked one of the warm orbs past his lips, lavishing it with soft rolling licks and gentle suction. Salty sweat and pungent musk mixed on his tongue, begging for his tongue's worship to lick it all away. Still, something else drew his eye, and he was in the perfect position to take what he wanted.

Mesmerized by the hairy bubble butt above him, Rhys reached up, massaging its pleasantly plush expanse and spreading those juicy cheeks to stare at the werewolf's hole. Those heavy nuts dragged down over Rhys's chin as he wiggled his way up to press his nose to the softly clenching pucker, and before Scott could pull away, he dragged his tongue over it, flicking his tongue against the winking star. Like the rest of him, the werewolf's ass smelled like pure sex pheromones, and Rhys huffed the enticing scent with greedy breaths, his nose buried deep between the hairy cheeks.

"Holy fuck, what are you doing back there?" Rhys's efforts drew a tentative groan from the werewolf, but he pressed back against the slick exploration, and Rhys could feel a thick drool of arousal from the swollen tip of Scott's manhood paint his chest. Heh. Tops always reacted like this when Rhys ate them out for the first time. So cute and innocent. Maybe later, he'd show him his collection of prostate massagers.

Playful hands smacked that jiggling ass, then gripped it tight, holding his cheeks apart. It was Rhys's turn to ravish Scott's hole, and he reveled in the opportunity to pay the werewolf back for his earlier rough behavior. Insistent and slick, tongue pried into those clenching depths, past the entrance to taste the werewolf's most intimate spaces. Playful hands smacked that jiggling ass, then gripped it tight, holding his cheeks apart to take in the deliciously erotic sight of that puffing hole, swollen with his gentle sucks and soft nibbles.

Widening eyes took in an expanding, transforming figure, and before long, Rhys's tongue delved into a furred canine ass rather than the hairy piece of heaven he was so intent on pleasing. Interestingly, the werewolf's hole was ebony in this form, and its rim was far puffier, like a suckable donut."I-Fuck, God- When I get too excited, I get like this s-sorry." Fluffy furred tail fanning Rhys's hair, Scott sat on his haunches, and it was clear from his shaking legs that it was taking all of his self-control not to mash his weight down on Rhys's face. Rhys would be lying if he said he didn't want to try the experience at least once, but he was in the mood for something more filling.

With a final tongue-heavy, softly biting kiss to that winking, tongue-puffed hole, he said goodbye to Scott's perfect ass, then wriggled from under the newly transformed lycanthrope. With his tongue hanging out, his dick hard, and his tail wagging, Rhys had to admit that the hulking beast was far less scary and a fair bit more adorable, and he couldn't resist reaching out to rub his hands over that fur-covered belly.

Something between a whine and a growl left the werewolf's maw, and his eyes rolled back in his head at Rhys's touch. "Whattttt the fuccccckkkk?" He panted out, trying to twist out of Rhys's reach despite his aggressively wagging tail. Desperate efforts only succeeded in pulling Rhys further onto him, and by the time he stopped squirming, Rhys was riding him like a bucking bull, his sore rear planted against the base of throbbing werewolf cock.

"You know, you're kinda cute." Rhys teased, scratching under Scott's chin as if he were the family dog. Those pretty blue eyes made his heart thump, and he rubbed his hands over the werewolf's soft, muscular chest, his lips inches from his sharp-toothed maw. "So... You want to try that big bad wolf thing again? I think this time-" He leaned down to whisper into Scott's pointed ear, his teeth gently nipping at it. "I can take it all."

Lupine cock slapped against Rhys's back at his provoking words, and clawed fingers spread his cheeks to slot that pointed tip against his already stretched and wet hole. Gentle thrusts tested Rhys at first, but when Rhys's silken inner walls spread around him, his hands gripped Rhys's hips, and that pulsing spire shoved in deep. Teasing seemed to take its toll, and those blue eyes were staring at him with a predatory hunger that made Rhys shiver.

"Good boy. Fuck, you're so big." Rhys tried to play it coy, but in reality, his head was spinning from the massive penetration, and his attempts at dirty talk faded into incoherent begging as sloppy thrusts rearranged his innards. Like a limp rag doll, he took every hard, couch-creaking thrust, his stomach swollen obscenely with the outline of the werewolf's cock, until a wet pop secured him in place on that massive knot. Fuck, that intense feeling would make any other cock feel utterly worthless. Even Rhys's most impressive toys couldn't equal that mammoth bulb of slick flesh.

Sloppy, tongue-heavy kisses forced Rhys's lips open, forcing him to suck on Scott's dripping oral appendage. Slick drool rolled down his chin while claiming paws dug sharp claws into his hairless rear, and he felt warm, wet heat bloom inside of him, swelling his stomach with liquid satisfaction. Rhys had to admit he was starting to crave that sloshing sensation of his innards swimming with liquid werewolf. It was like being full of warm soup on a cold day. Comforting and cozy.

It was a few moments before either of them could speak, panting and sharing aggressive, sloppy kisses, but when that wide, plush canine tongue lolled from Rhys's mouth, Scott licked his lips and leaned his head back, his voice exhausted. "Hope this isn't too forward of me, but-" His tail wagged a bit underneath him as he trailed off, visibly gathering his courage. "You wanna go out with me? Like, for real? Not just sex? I know it sounds silly since all we've done since we met is fuck, but I want to know you better. Promise I'll make sure I ask you before I try anything again." Cute blue puppy eyes accompanied the werewolf's question, and Rhys felt his heart melt. How could he say no?