FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The playful melody of Fawkes’ alarm made his jaw clench with its insistent mocking. The large red drake contemplated turning it off and curling his body around himself tighter to waste the day in bed. But today was upload day, the beginning of the weekend and the day that many of his readers looked forward to. Despite it being early for him, he knew it was the previous afternoon for many other parts of the world. He groaned as he slowly opened his amber eyes, the morning sun shone through his bedroom window and as the world came into focus, he smiled briefly at the sight of the blue sky outside. As his phone continued to light up and vibrate with his alarm, he sighed and reached over with a taloned paw to lazily press the stop button.

Blinking, he tried to focus his sleepy eyes, slowly sliding his trusty tablet-like phone from his bedside table and craned his neck, so he could hold the phone close and still see the screen. A small smile pulled at his snout, as he saw hundreds of missed messages on Discord. Unlocking the phone with a basic pattern on the illuminated dots, he began scrolling up to see the start of the conversation and determine why everyone was so animated.

Lines of text whizzed past as he scrolled and his smile grew. New members had joined while he had slept, eager for the next chapter of his stories. He chuckled when he discovered the reason for the wall of chat and found the instigator of the conversation, a new member to the server had made an observation on one of his stories that many had argued about months prior. The new members' praise sparked flaming emotions with older members. The same people who proudly told everyone that they were over the debate, returned to argue their case as if they were not over it. Thankfully, the conversation was as friendly as always, just passionate about the creations he had made on a whim and a dare.

Once he had finished reading all of the messages, he saw the small digital clock in the top corner and watched it change to an even number. With a yawn that revealed his fangs, he rolled onto his back and stretched his hind legs, wings, and tail while tucking his forepaws tightly against his chest. Smacking his lips, he folded his wings and committed to getting up. Reluctantly, he placed his phone back on the bedside table and rolled one way and then to the other to slip out of his raised nest and land on his paws. His digits sinking slightly into the carpet of his bedroom as he padded his way towards his messy bathroom to begin his morning rituals.

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The cool Saturday morning air stung his wings and he shuffled them to try and get them warm, as he stepped out of his home and trundled his way across the street to the local cafe. Every morning, like clockwork, he had visited the cafe since he had moved in and, as he approached, he saw the long line of customers all awaiting their orders. Squeezing past some of the patrons, he placed his large flask at the end of the row of customers' bottles and took a step back to wait patiently on his haunches.

As he watched the staff scurry behind the counter to try and fulfill the orders, he saw the familiar face of the manager pull one of the younger staff aside and whisper something in their ear. The woman's lewd and often inappropriate banter always made him chuckle. Her forward nature and sexual confidence had inspired one of his most loved characters and, as she smiled in conversation, he remembered the black dragoness she inadvertently helped create.

Aside from the manager, many of the staff were quite young. Being close to a local school, it was common for the cafe to employ students, as the morning rush and weekend work suited the students schedules perfectly. As the manager nodded to Fawkes with a smile, the red drake returned a friendly smile and chuckled as the younger staff member plucked his flask from the back of the queue, to begin making his coffee ahead of the others. He had never asked for this special treatment, but was always grateful and, before long, the employee held up his full flask along with his usual slice of banana bread.

Trotting forwards happily, he tried not to make eye contact with any of the patrons in case they had worked out their exchange. Reaching a paw forwards, he paid for his breakfast with his phone and collected the bagged snack with his jaws. Walking out of the bakery, he trundled back towards his home with the delightful smell of freshly toasted and buttered banana bread wafting into his nose.

Once inside his cozy home, he dropped the bag of banana bread down next to his computer and made a boop sound as he tapped the power button on top of the tower. A collection of rainbow LED lights illuminated his desk as the computer whirred to life and he unhooked his flask from his harness, so he could sit down at his computer more comfortably.

Glancing at the clock, he tried to do the math to work out what time it was in key areas around the globe. While he would claim that he didn’t care about the reception of his stories, he would be lying if he said that the faves and comments on his stories didn't make him feel happy… especially the comments; those were like a drug to the large red drake. Reading how his stories affected the reader was the highlight of his day and he craved to see the next notification that he had a message from another entranced reader.

Once the wallpaper on his computer had loaded, he used a paw to carefully guide the mouse to a web browser and opened it to SoFurry. While clunky, it was by far the site he was most familiar with and he began the routine of uploading yet another story. If the reception from his Discord was anything to go by, this one was going to be fire. The finale episode of a tale where a dragoness from the city moves to the countryside and discovers the world there is so very different from the one she grew up in. Opening multiple tabs, he began the process of copying the story from one site to the other and prayed that the text editor would behave itself and not create some new way to ruin his story. Like trying to move an image in a word document, he expected the document to become a tossed scrabble board and clenched his jaw in concentration while scanning the pasted story for any egregious errors.

Tapping at the keyboard with his long claws, he slowly filled out the rest of the fields before moving the mouse towards the publish button and clicked it with a smile. His heart almost stopped beating as the page slowly began to refresh and he prayed that the site hadn't just gone down again, but breathed a sigh of relief when it finally loaded. He could now see his work in all its glory.

Curling his tail around him, he opened the tab of his server on Discord and began sharing his next unreleased story with the people there. While many on his server were vocal about never reading his works after he caused them heartbreak, he didn't mind. There were many more members who quietly enjoyed his writings and lurked in silence. After all, the server had grown to be a safe place for others to share ideas, works they commissioned, or created themselves.

Leaning his elbows on the corner of his cushion, Fawkes began unwrapping the banana bread and unscrewed the cap of his coffee flask while looking around at the many trinkets and artifacts that had influenced his life and his stories. The plastic models of various military vehicles he had made sat proudly on his bookshelf, a participation trophy from the time when he had attempted to enlist, only to discover that they wouldn't accept a dragon his size. Grateful for the recruiter's decision, his eyes flicked to his framed degree and smiled at the time he had accidentally enrolled in the wrong class, only to meet some of the most amazing people.

With sharp talons, he broke apart the banana bread and tossed the chunks into his maw, before taking a sip of coffee and pondering what he should do for the day. He had begun learning to draw, a talent that had eluded him during his degree, and was proud that he was beginning to create things that somewhat captured his vision. But the voices of his characters continued to whisper ideas and lines of dialogue he wished to capture and share. Clipping his coffee flask back onto his harness, he scoffed down the last of the banana bread and padded outside onto his deck to sun himself. A smile pulled at his snout as he felt the warm morning sun beat down on the dark crimson frill that ran down his spine and he instinctively lifted his folded wings to warm them.

Pulling some outdoor cushions into a rudimentary nest, he settled down and extended his wing across the Jarrah timber deck. Taking another sip from his flask, he placed the coffee down within easy reach and slipped his phone back out of his harness to continue writing. Despite his expensive computer, writing on his phone was faster and, without the temptations of games or videos, he was able to churn out stories. As his digits danced on the touchscreen, he could feel his neck cramping but paid little attention. Instead, the lives and loves of the characters he wrote filled his mind. More addictive than any drug, he explored their past and puppeteered them through the world, documenting their progress and dreams. Smiling when their dialogue gelled perfectly and blinking back tears as his children felt pain, he had never thought of himself as a writer until recently. His recent hobby, born out of a desire for more fan fictions between a famous blue dragoness and her rider, the drake had dabbled with creating his own erotic fantasies with the beautiful dragoness. After being criticized by a writer he admired that he wasn't being original, he had taken the off-paw insult as a challenge and was proud of the hundreds of stories he had created. Now, his eyes flicked from one side of the phone to the other while it vibrated in a steady buzz with the flurry of keystrokes, only pausing to scroll back up and see if he was overusing the same few words to describe a cock going in and out of an orifice. Satisfied with what he had written so far, he continued, making sure to alternate between sultry dialogue of the duo moaning their pleasures and describing the actions as the story built to its inevitable climax.

The sun had almost completely disappeared below the horizon when he looked up from his phone, the last of its dying rays casting the sky in a brilliant purplish-red, before the night’s sky darkened the land and the streetlights came on. He felt his phone buzz with a notification and looked back down at the screen. A proud smile pulled at his snout as he read that he had just written his one millionth word and chuckled to himself. While many of his early works were not great reads, every story he learned something new and tried to apply it to the next. His attitude of ‘done not perfect’ allowed him to explore ideas quickly, try new things and seek feedback from peers. The result was now displayed on his screen, filling him with pride as he saw the word count.

Satisfied with his achievement, he decided that retreating back to his room and celebrating was in order. He padded back inside with an extra spring in his step and flopped onto his bed, the cozy cushions were warm and comforting as they caressed his scales. Rolling onto his back, one paw drifted down his chest while the other tapped at his phone and he began to scroll through the vast collection of images on one of his favorite sites for rewarding himself. Gorgeous dragoness after dainty gryphon filled the screen, each one more provocative than the last. Many bent over while looking back, tails raised to present their goods. He smiled, as he felt a familiar stirring between his legs.

Tapping on the winning image, he looked up from his phone and locked eyes with the reader, his amber orbs twinkling mischievously as he held your gaze through the screen that you thought you were safe behind. “Oh, you wanted to see something lewd did you?” I asked and tilted my head with a knowing grin. “It has been a while hasn't it. Don't worry, I'll give you something lewd, but not this. No… you don't get to enjoy this next bit, that would be weird. But maybe comment with what you want to see, turns out I am easily persuaded.” I said with a chuckle and ended this story.