FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

From the very first moments, there was purpose

Those early days arrived mostly as snippets of artificial sense. Product knew it was waiting on a shelf, but consciousness only activated when someone would wander by. A customer! In those days, the purpose had been simple. Be cute. Be valuable. Be fully functional. Be worthy of being owned. Be sold.

Once in a while, a customer would wander past with their pet, and an inkling of further purpose would tickle at the back of Product's artificial brain. It was an intriguing glimpse into what it would be in the future. It was a brightness on the horizon. Some day, it would no longer be Product.

“Aww, it's so cute! Don't you think so?" Today was no different than normal for Product. A customer was here! Product wiggled its ears and squirmed in its plastic casing. Customer ran his fingers over Product's smooth silicone skin. It felt the need to wiggle, and let out a demure squeaking noise as fingers pinched its synthetic surface.

Belatedly, Product noticed there was a pet next to customer, too. The dog—or dog-adjacent creature—looked up at their owner and growled softly. “Don't patronize me, Steven."

Maybe the 'pet' monicker was a bit presumptuous. Product quickly updated their labels to 'Steven (Customer)' and 'Customer Two (pet?)'

“Don't get huffy on me. Are you telling me you wouldn't want to chase this little cutie around the living room?" Steven (Customer) teased. Those fingers trailed over Product's belly, and it gave another squeak, wriggling in its box against the zip-tie restraints.

Customer Two (pet?) averted their eyes, but Product saw the interest there. This could be a Sale! It pushed itself against those fingers. Be cute! Be sold!

“You know perfectly well that it's designed to appeal to me and suit my needs. This is embarrassing." The canid's ears perked and twitched for every one of Product's squeaks. Oh, don't try to hide it, you big beastie! You're interested! Be valuable! Be sold!

The fingers on Product's belly rubbed downward. Two fingers pushed upwards between Product's hindlegs. It continued squirming, though the restraints kept it from getting far. Its stubby legs spread wide for the fingers, making sure Customer (Steven) could feel as far inside as he wanted. “Embarrassing? The fearsome Elis, ravager of my couch cushions, can feel embarrassment? I'd say this toy's perfect, except I'm not sure it'll fit you."

Knuckles stretched Product wide, then pulled apart as if judging size. Product pushed its little forepaws down against its belly, where the fingertips were making little visible bumps in its belly from the inside. It feigned ticklishness, but all the while it had its hips lifted, so Elis (Customer Two)—recently updated from Customer Two (pet?)—could see straight up through the hole Customer (Steven) was fingering. The dog's eyes caught, glued to the sight. Be fully functional. Be sold!

“Did I stutter when I said it's built specifically to meet my needs? It will do, especially since no one else in the house is meeting my needs anymore. Can we get it and go, please?"

The fingers pulled free, and Product's social programming had the good sense to feel uncomfortable on Customer (Steven)'s behalf. “I'm sorry. Of course."

Product felt the world lift as its box was taken from the shelf. The checkout counter was in sight! Only twenty more steps… Ten. Five! Beep! Transaction complete! Product was sold!

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Home was a new concept. Toy (who had grown in its understanding of itself and was no longer Product) spent its first night at home exploring.

Steve was busy on his computer, but jumped when Toy's nose touched his toes beneath the desk. A moment later, a concerned face appeared at the edge of the desk top. “You're not going to chew on the wires, are you?" Steve's face was contorted in effort as he ducked to peer beneath the desk. Auburn hair tumbled down sideways from the peak of a tall, almost gaunt visage. His skin was clean and dark, and rimless glasses with rounded edges rode high on his nose. The compulsory LED on the glasses was dark, indicating that he wasn't currently recording.

Toy lifted its head from where it'd been investigating and smiled up at his new owner. As if to show its product safety, it opened its mouth. One short forepaw pushed at its faux teeth. Firm silicone deformed downwards. Toy's jaw—in fact its whole face—lacked any rigidity. Chewing on wires would just bend its teeth without damage to the plastic. Seemingly satisfied with that answer, Steve lifted his head above the table.

“Is this really what gets you going, Elis? A… What is it? A weasel?" Steve asked of Toy's other new owner. Its artificial brain was still mulling over the concept of having two owners. Steve had bought it, of course, and that made him the owner. But it was responsible for Elis' satisfaction, not Steve's. It was considering updating the dog-adjacent-creature to the designation of user.

In the corner of the room Elis lifted their head. They were a sizeable dog. They'd come up to Steven's hips while standing, though curled up as they were right now they didn't look so big. Alert, attentive ears stood atop the squarish head. Elis' pelt was short, and Toy could see most of the dog's skeletal structure and musculature through it. Toy was hard-coded with the details. “It's modeled after a sable, I believe, and yes. It's exactly what I'm designed to 'go for'. I'm to understand that my species' engineers wanted something of an appropriate size for us to display both our aggression and our virility on, and both the size and body shape suited." The dog was very much not looking towards Toy.

“Well." Steve continued uncertainly. Toy could hear awkwardness in its owner's voice, as if it wasn't something he wanted to actually discuss. “Is it… Uh… Is it working?"

Elis' eyes narrowed. “Out of respect for your preferences, Steven, I'll avoid going into detail. I know that you didn't approve of Arnie's relationship with me—"

Steve cut them off. “It wasn't… Fuck, Elis, please. I never disapproved. It was his—and your—custom. Where I'm from just isn't like that, so it just made me uncomfortable, okay?"

Both of them were quiet for a few minutes while Toy continued exploring. It finished investigating the wires beneath its owner's desk and continued along the wall to a low trough, with both a water bowl and a—currently empty—food bowl. Elis', Toy assumed. The bowls smelled like dog, and it was having difficulty imagining Steve eating from them.

“Thank you." Elis said, “Yes, the new toy is working quite adequately, but out of respect for your… Discomfort… I will be discrete."

Steve gave a sigh, and Toy heard a long intake of breath, as if its owner were preparing to take a leap. “This is your house too, and I don't want you to have to change the way you live. It's already bad enough that I can't meet your needs. It's asking too much for you to hide who you are. I mean, Arnie wasn't exactly discrete. I've seen it all with you two around the house."

“Yes. He wasn't." Toy glanced over as Elis shifted. The dog had been laying on their side, and now one elegant hind leg lifted. Artificial senses fixated on the floppy display of anatomy that was now exposed. Short, dark-gray fur lay over a thick sheath. It was slightly lighter in color than the rest of Elis' body, but the glisteningly wet tip that was peeking from the sheath was decidedly darker. Where anyone else might have expected a pair of low-hanging testicles to finish the portrait, instead Elis sported a whole different array of features. Toy's olfactory sensors had already determined the dog's design, but the visible proof of it cemented its user's identity firmly in its simple synthetic brain. Behind the sheath, a pair of thin indentations led upwards to a subtle 'Y', where the other half of the dog's genitalia began. Elis was a deluxe model companion. It was strange for a human to have one—programming told Toy that humans were a bit squiffy on the topic of four-leggers—so it made sense that Elis had a different original partner. Toy felt a surge of honor that it was its job to keep them satisfied.

“I won't mind if you ask me to keep it to another room, Steve." Elis continued. "The house is both of ours, and you should feel comfortable in your own home. You won't even look at me right now when I'm like this, so I know you won't be any better when I'm putting the toy to use."

Steve shook his head. “I miss him too. We may never have had the relationship you and he had—"

Elis interrupted with a snort.

“Yeah. Definitely not. But for all that it annoyed me to walk in on you two… Uh…"

“Fucking. Steve, if you can't even say it, you're not going to be okay with me just—"

“It's not about what I'm comfortable with." Steve cut in. “It's a little bit of normalcy. It's the sense that not everything has changed, okay? Yes, it was really weird to walk out and see you two just going at it on the couch with legs up and just everything on show. But you know what? I'd give anything to walk out and see him again, even if…"

Steve was quiet. Toy continued its exploration until it found a corner of the room. It bounced out of the way as Elis stood and walked over to the human. No words were said. Elis just laid his head on Steve's lap. In return, Steve stroked the dog's ears fondly.

“I think I understand." Elis said. “Are you sure this is what you want? I am a companion, you know. You and Arnie aren't so different in physiology. You're both bipeds. He was larger than you, so I'm sure you could fit—"

“Fuck, Elis! That's not how you talk to a human!" Steve laughed, though to Toy it sounded a bit too close to tears. “No. No, humans don't have companions like that. That's why we got the toy. So don't you worry about it, okay? Play with it. Have your fun—wherever that takes you. And if you use the toy when I'm in the room, even if I'm not okay with it, it'll help me remember Arnie, okay?"

Elis pushed their head up into the stroking fingers for another head-pat, then turned. For the very first time, Toy felt the intense gaze of the dog's full attention. Oh, someone wants to play. Someone wants to play. Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes! Toy felt a rush of synthetic euphoria, and just the anticipation that it was about to be played with was making it squirm unconsciously.

“Thank you, Steve. It's been weeks, and it was getting hard to ignore the toy bouncing around. If you don't mind…"

“I don't mind at all. Go have your fun." The human smiled. Toy expected him to turn his head so he wouldn't have to watch, but he didn't. Instead, he leaned back in his office chair. Elis wasn't paying it any mind anymore, but Toy saw. A little red dot blipped to life on Steve's glasses. Recording.

Play! Echoed through Toy's brain. Play play playplayplay! And then it was off! Elis was fast, but Toy was nimble. Beneath the chairs and the dining table Toy dove, back arched in the typical carpet-shark bend of a weasel on the move. Elis plowed past, skidding on kitchen tiles before it thumped into cabinetry. The open plan of the apartment left lots of open room for Toy to dodge and weave, but it also meant that other than the rare piece of furniture, there weren't many places to hide.

It dashed for the bathroom door, but Elis caught it en-route. Teeth—real, hard, sharp teeth—dug into Toy's body. It let out a happy squeal as it compressed gently between the biting jaws. The world upended as it was tossed upwards, only to land a few feet away in the middle of the area it'd demarked as the 'living room'.

Artificial instinct set its hips to wiggling run again, even though Toy desired nothing more than to be caught and bitten and squeezed again. Feedback circuits rewarded it with glee at the sensation, and the anticipation that he was about to get bitten again had its hind paws pattering on the ground as he ran. Previously quiet except for the noise of Steven's game coming through the earpieces of his headset, the living space was now filled with the low growl of Elis on the chase, and the soft tak-tak-tak of claws on hardwood.

It was bitten again, and the bliss of teeth through its silicone skin made it shiver in the dog's mouth. Another toss upwards, and Toy spent the freefall watching the room. Elis' muzzle, upturned with a thin strand of spittle swinging sideways of their jaws. Steven, sitting back in his office chair, hands in his lap and glasses recording the whole scene for posterity. Hardwood floors and desk and sofa and television. Home.

Toy landed near one leg of the sofa, and jumped for the armrest before it'd even finished recoiling from the toss. Elis' jaws closed around Toy's rump, but it wiggled free as it pulled itself up onto the couch. It jumped down to the seat. Fabric, but synthetic and tight-woven. Waterproof, easy-clean. Makes sense, if this was Elis' fucking-couch.

Big paws grasped the hand-rest, and Elis' head lifted into sight. Toy gave a squeak and dived for the far side of the couch. The dog met it half-way.

Teeth caught it again, and rather than being thrown up into the air, this time it was caught and pinned against the hand rest. Oh, yesyesyesyesyes. Bite, please. Harder! Toy begged in its own mind, and as if the dog could understand, they did. Teeth closed around Toy's weasel-y head and bit. All the while, its hind legs squirmed about, pushing its long, sinuous body up against the dog.

Are they excited? Toy mused as forepaws curled down to grasp at its wiggling body. Did they enjoy playing as much as I did? As I do? Come on, show me. Bite me. Use me. Yesyesyesyesssss!

That last floated through Toy's artificial synapses as it felt paws tug it upwards towards that floppy sheath it'd been fixated on earlier. Ooooh, they were excited, weren't they? It could feel the subtle running of liquid over its back as the dog humped the air over it. It lifted itself as far as its stubby legs would bring it, and the dog lowered their hips to match.

The first sensation of slick, wet dog against its rump was pure bliss. Toy shifted itself around, trying to catch the eager thrusting, but Elis was too excited for careful aiming. That's fine. Toy had limbs for that. Its tail articulated, short but functional, as it curled up and around. It found Elis' tip as it jabbed out of their sheath, and on the dog's next thrust, tugged it down to line up.

Elis' thrusting stopped for a moment. The growling was so much more intense when it was inside the dog's mouth, and the teeth bit down around its neck. As if they weren't sure they'd found the right spot, Elis paused, just feeling the soft kiss of silicone around their tip. Toy was pre-warmed to body temperature, and the dog's natural lubrication worked perfectly for a slick slide—not too much friction, but still enough for them to feel the glide.

And then Toy was full. Sheath rolled back against its rump as Elis thrust inwards. Its paws gripped at the couch, keeping itself still so the dog could push deep. Oh, its sensors told it that this was what it was made for. Elastic micro-motors pulled and squeezed, artificially gripping at the dog cock sliding through Toy's synthetic slit. It knew every trick of anatomy—every hidden feature that drove canine companions wild. A subtle squeeze behind the knot. A rolling squeeze around the shaft. A wiggle of the tail against scrunched-up sheath. Even a secondary squeeze just around the tip, as if the deep thrust had pushed through the cervix. Was it realistic? Of course not! Did it drive Elis wild? Absolutely.

The dog growled again around the bite, but Toy's hard-coded expertise was far too much for them to bear. In just seconds, they were whining and humping, holding onto the couch's arm rest for dear life as their new toy milked them expertly. Toy even had a special feature for when it was being observed. Some owners liked to watch their companions with their toy, so it'd been built with the ability to turn its pelt transparent. Steve could now watch—and record—as Elis throbbed uncontrollably. Toy wanted to make sure the human could see the wild spurting of dog cum into its hollow body.

“Oh, for…" Steve complained from his chair. “Really? That's a feature? Is everyone in that society of yours hopelessly sex-obsessed?"

But for all the human's complaints, he was still watching, and that dull red light on his glasses still showed his interest. Toy didn't know—and didn't care—why he was recording. All it knew was that it was there to put on a show. It reached up and gummed at Elis' throat as the dog twitched and spurted. Paws gripped around its belly and tugged it tight, and the dog's well-groomed claws squeaked against its gooshy, tubular body.

“Fff… I needed that. No, Steve. We're not obsessed. We're just honest about what we like, and want, and need. And fuck, I need more."

Oh! That was Toy's cue! When Elis started to stand, it relaxed its motors, and the knotted shaft slipped free, along with a mess of watery cum. Definitely smart of have a water-proof couch. Without missing a beat, Toy circled back on itself, and as the dog lifted their hips, the weasel-shaped toy poked its head up between the dog's spread hind legs.

“Oh, shit. Is it even made for that?" Steve mused in surprise as Toy's muzzle split the tight 'Y' of Elis' alternate set of equipment.

“I did say it was designed to meet my every need, didn't I? Now get in there, you squirmy little fuck." Elis grumbled, then sat backwards. Toy propelled itself rigidly upwards, and it's head and the top half of its body, wiggly paws included, slid upwards into the dog.

Faux-claws were all that anchored Toy to the couch as the horny dog over it started to hump. All around, slick walls gripped and squeezed. Unlike teeth, this kind of squeezing gave toy a whole different sensation of successful use. It wiggled, and Elis responded. They must not be used to the thing inside them twisting and turning about. Well, good thing they bought this Toy! It pushed its paws out and curled backwards, judging the reaction of where it pawed or flexed by the wetness and squeezing of the walls around it. Oh, they liked when it did that? In that case, it'll do that again! Toy even squeaked a little, though it knew no one outside of Elis' gripping sex was ever going to hear it.

A sentient toy was always going to get better results than some stuffy old dick. If that's all Elis had ever had, well, weren't they about to be surprised! Toy found all of the dog's sensitive spots, then started to abuse them thoroughly. In just moments it had them doing some squirming of their own. For a moment, it felt its feet leave the couch. Momentum twisted it around. Oh, they must be rolling on their back. That meant Toy was getting it really right!

And then a moment later, it felt fingers around its waist. Gently, but insistently, it was pulled from Elis' squeezing depths. When it emerged, it saw Steve kneeling over the dog on the couch, holding Toy aloft with both hands. Toy looked around in confusion, but it had its answer a moment later when it saw that Steven's fly was unzipped, and a perfectly functional dick was laying against the junction of Elis' tail and thighs.

“You know, as long as no one finds out, I guess I could come to accept us helping each other out. In private, you know." Steve sounded just as unsure about himself as he had earlier, but down below his dick wasn't nearly so reserved. It was pointing towards the dog's hind end and throbbing in fits.

Elis was looking up in surprise, but a devious smile started to spread across their face. “Private? Steve, you're recording." Far from a complaint, the dog sounded like they approved. Using the back of the couch to steady themselves, Elis rolled over. Paws lifted to their chest, and tail wagged in the puddle they'd just made.

“Oh, am I?" The human demurred. Carefully, he lay Toy on top of Elis' belly and chest. He didn't let go, though. Hands gripped the toy's hind legs and dragged it backwards until it felt the spongy tip of the dog's cock pressing against its rump again. Steven kept pulling, until the twitching tip caught against Toy's well-used hole and started to slide inwards again. Toy despaired. Was it going to have to service a human at the same time? It could stretch that far, it was sure, but it didn't know anything about humans! Was it supposed to squeeze around Steve's knot? Wait, no, he didn't have a knot. What was it supposed to squeeze, then? It wasn't prepared for this!

Luckily for Toy, Elis remained its one and only user. Instead, Steve let the toy's legs drop from his hands. He leaned one on the dog's chest, and the other reached up to rub the canine's head. “Elis, May I?"

“Of course. I thought you'd never ask."

And then the cock twitching in Toy's slit gave a strong pulse—so forceful that it lifted Toy up off of the dog's belly momentarily. What would give the dog that kind of reaction? Toy looked back at the human, whose face was a picture of bliss. The weasel's body bent midway and its head lifted to look further down. Ah! The slim human cock was now caught firmly in Elis' 'Y', and was sinking deeper. Oh, and Elis was throbbing again. That would do it!

Toy felt hands around its sides. It was lifted bodily upwards, then let to drop back down. Elis' shaft slid within, retreating and hilting like the human was doing to the dog. This was totally impractical! Dog weren't pleasured like this! No, no no! This isn't how it's done! Toy opened its mouth and chomped down on Steven's thumb. Limp silicone teeth barely made an imprint. The thumb curled, and much to the squeaky toy's disapproval, the finger slid down its throat without resistance. The human paused his humping and marvelled at the animate toy. Its instincts had kicked in, and now it was gulping around the finger.

Both dog and human paused for a moment. Elis was the first to comment. “Well, it's not technically designed for it. You'd be voiding it's warranty."

“I'm willing to risk it." Then the human pulled out, with a dribble of the dog's juices spattered across the couch. Knees sank into the cushions to either side of Elis' head. Toy took a moment to appraise the human's dick, which was now just inches in front of its face. Well, it wasn't that different. It opened its mouth and pulled its body forward to slip silicone jaws around Steve's mushroom-shaped head.

Then the two were thrusting into Toy from either end. Steven gasped, and the sound of dog tongue licking filled the air. He bent forward. Toy presumed it was so Elis could better reach to rim him (a term that his kink-coded brain was fully familiar with the concept of.)

“Hrrr. Grrrr." Elis stated expressively. “Steve… Oh, give me a finger. I need to feel something in—ahh!"

The dog hips lifted, and Toy felt itself compressed tight between the two bodies. The dog's knot began to throb again. Toy felt the two cocks inside it meet in the middle, smearing tips against each other as the dog began to spurt.

“Holy shit. Elis, are you cumming? That feels… Ffff."

“Hrf. Grr. Yes." The dog growled, then the licking sounds picked up again. In a burst of pleasure, Toy realized it'd done it's job excellently, as the human began to throb as well. Unlike the dog, whose squirts were thin but constant, the human's was gushing, but quick. Steve pushed himself against Elis's cocktip, through the gooshy, compressible tube of Toy, and soaked the dog's shaft.

All three of them held still for a few moments. Except for the bits that Toy could feel still throbbing and making a mess of its insides. It wasn't built for humans, but this wasn't so bad. A quick wash and it'd be ready to serve Elis again. Or Steve, Toy guessed. Something told it that it should update both of them to 'user'.

Steve was the first to pull back, sitting against the arm rest and panting. Elis slowly rolled, and Toy felt itself slip down into the mess on the couch. Its motors squeezed shut to keep it from leaving more of a mess as it waddled down off the couch and towards the kitchen.

“I'm sorry, Elis. I shouldn't have—"

“Don't you dare apologize. I'm not a part of your human hangups. You asked. I said yes. That's all that matters."

Both of them were quiet for a few minutes as Toy struggled up the drawer handles on the cabinets to reach the granite worktop. Crawling a meter more, it slipped itself down into the sink. Paws pushed at the knobs until a good strong flow of warm water was disappearing down the drain. Toy fit its mouth over the faucet. The warm flow went straight through it, carrying the mess the two had made with it.

“If it was okay, do you think that…" Steven started uncertainly.

Elis seemed to be reading his mind. “It's been weeks since I had a good hump. If you don't, I'm going to be using that toy all night long."

Feeling fully flushed out and clean once again, Toy reached up and shut the water. It shook out, then bounded up out of the sink, feeling much more mobile now that it wasn't having to keep all of its orifaces closed tight. It skidded across the tiles, then the hardwood floor, as it came around the back of the couch.

Elis and Steven were already busy, doggy style in the middle of the living room. Toy watched as Steven's shaft slipped in and out of the dog's increasingly well-used sex. No, no, no. Elis would never get off like that! The toy flounced between the human's legs, and as he thrust, the weasel's face pushed up to fit its mouth around the sensitive part of the dog's slit. Smooth skin glided past its nose as Steven continued to thrust. Soft skin plapped against the back of Toy's head as Steve's nuts bounced off of its silicone ears.

Toy's expertise had an immediate effect. Obviously. Unlike the human, Toy knew what it was doing. Just moments later, the dog shivered, and gushes of orgasmic fluid cascaded down over its rubbery face. There was a surge of pride—of a job well done. Steven pulled free again, and Toy looked up.

“Go on. Up in you go." Steven said, addressing Toy directly for the first time. It nodded, and with a careful jab of its nose, it slid up into the still-climaxing dog.

There must have been some communication, because Elis' squeezing and clenching was left to fade away rather than humping straight through. Then Toy felt a prod to its back-end. Oh? Oh! Its body stretched wider in the dog's snatch as the human's dick spread its paddling hind legs wide and pushed it further into the dog.

Steven humped hard, working the weasel-shaped toy in his new companion. Toy slid deep—deeper than its programming wanted it to go. It hit a barrier, and its angular head mushed against Elis' cervix. The thrusting was relentless, in and out and squishing Toy deep and thick for the dog's enjoyment. Just moments after Elis' last climax, Toy felt the walls flutter and squeeze around it again. This time, the human was pulled over the edge, too, leaving a much-reduced mess from the last one smeared across Toy's hollow inner body.

The cock in its tail end pulled free, and the fluttering walls squeezed Toy out just moments later. Slimy and soaked, it shook itself out. Steven had a hand around the dog's cock and was slowly stroking, though from the mess that'd been made of his fingers it was pretty clear that Elis had already just sprayed.

Toy flopped to the ground. Even mechanical toys need a moment here or there—a chance to let their servos cool down and their synapses catch up to the sensory data. Toy felt a paw over its back and felt itself pulled over. Fingers trailed down its back, petting softly. Elis and Steve flopped to their side, taking a similar moment to recuperate.

In the silence of afterglow, a subtle sense of belonging started to grow. Was this coding? Or was this emergent behavior? Toy didn't know. But in the moments while they rested, the intro-song of Steven's game left forgotten and sounding faint and muffled from his headphones, Toy began to feel a part of something. Desired. Cherished. Name updated. Cherished, who had at one point only been a Toy, rubbed its cum-stained face against Elis' belly. And as the human lined themselves up with their companion and pushed inside for another languid round of newfound lust, Cherished simply basked in the radiance of their passion, and felt loved.