FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Want to come over? I'm going to wait for you, door will be unlocked, just come whehenever you want to" Luis getting that kind of message from Sage wasn't unheard of. Both of them always had a lovely fun time. "I wonder what the dog is gonna be this time. Unlocked? So no knocking? Some bondage play perhaps?" The raccoon sex doll's mind went towards kinky play immediately, after all that is usually how it played with the great dane. It was always fun for it to play with the great dane. Nothing better planned at all, the doll decides that yes, it is an excellent idea to go visit its friend. Naked in its home, comfortable, yeah getting "presentable" to be out in public would be slightly annoying without having any previous plans, but a friend wanted to play with it. Might as well. Underwear, a tshirt. Stuffing something absorbent in the crotch of the boxer briefs. Dripping on the way would be uncomfortable. Sitting on a bus and leaving a lube puddle? Always uncomfortable. It could not sweat anymore, but at least if playing on a gym, that could be used as an excuse. Taking a moment to caress its form, its curves, those rubbery fingertips as sensitive as they had always been. Tracing the seams that ran down the side of its limbs, its torso. Where its limbs joined the torso. Shivering in delight at how it felt, and feeling how its hole was getting wetter. No, it had to control itself there, cannot soak the absorbent pad before even getting out. The trip itself was uneventful. The raccoon doll, dressed up and presentable, looked fairly "normal", from afar. It is not until seeing it up close that its artificiality was clearly visible. Shaped like a chubby raccoon person, but there is no fur covering that surface. A sheen to it, the seams on the arms, the seams on the neck where it met the head, and where it met the torso. Luis was an animate sex doll, and it was so happy about it. Its "flesh" felt like quality silicone, rather than actual meat and skin and fur. The trip was not long either. Could it have driven? Yes. A walk could have taken longer and also be fun. No rush to this, Sage HAD said that she would be waiting for Luis "whenever you want to". And the door to Sage's place was indeed unlocked. "Sage? Are you home?" No answer. Not completely unexpected, so many kink scenarios could be going, so there weren't any worries on the doll's mind. Would not be the first time Sage had been gagged or otherwise unable to respond verbally as the start of a kinky play date. So, once there, the toy made itself comfortable. Removing all the garments, layers of cloth over its form, freeing itself. Not that it disliked being clothed. Far from it, but in places such as Sage's place, clothes usually got in the way. "Maybe in the bedroom? Makes sense if she's bound". The raccoon proceeded to open the door to Sage's room, and there, on top of the bed, was a surprise. What seemed to be a lifesize doll, stiffly posed, sitting down, legs spread and stretched, arms bent at the elbow, hands straight. It looked oddly like Sage, the great dane. The colors were all wrong, but the features... White and pink, shiny and hard. A life sized doll, but not like Luis. It was completely still. "Is that you, Sage?", the raccoon asked. But there was no answer. The doll on the bed continued to be entirely silent, completely inert. If the doll was indeed the raccoon sexdoll's friend, it was not exactly a living one. Not like it. Luis approached the still form of its friend, and saw that she was not only made of plastic with obvious joints, no. Sage had a big key protruding from her back. The raccoon started to understand the situation, which was made clearer still after spotting a piece of paper placed next to the plastic great dane. "Wind me up!" written on it. "Oh Sage. What have you gotten yourself into this time?" That instruction would be followed in due time, but the raccoon was, as always, a very curious toy itself. It had known Sage to be very mutable, physically and mentally, but this was a pretty unexpected development. Not like it was something unprecedented, Luis itself had been changed into what it was as well. Such a fun thing, to be a toy. Luis approached the figure, waving its hand in front of Sage's eyes. No reaction whatsoever. Completely inert. Then it started touching. Feeling it. That muzzle. Soft. A rubbery finger, caressing a similar material, lifting up the great dane's jowl. No reaction still. Just a completely inanimate doll. Tracing that head. The muzzle covered with a soft material, but the rest of the skull... Some kind of shiny hard plastic. Cradling that face with sensitive hands. Drinking in the sensation of Sage's new textures. That neck, those joints. The seams that felt almost like mold flashing lines. The sculpted chest, the molded pecs. The lower torso, surprisingly, not made out of the same hard plastic. Softer. Perhaps more firm than the muzzle, but still a much softer material than the chest. Luis thought it felt fairly similar to its own material. Squishy and yielding. Approximating soft flesh. That belly with sculpted abs, a shallow belly button. And at the bottom of it, fat pussy lips. It was not uncommon for Sage to have a pussy. But an artificial one like this, Luis felt its own hole to get wetter than usual while touching Sage's current configuration. A toy exploring another. Sensitive fingertips tracing down, squishing those fat pussy lips before caressing the inside of those plastic hips, such lovely sculpting, wondering if Sage can even feel it as she is in that toy form. Knowing that its own rubbery material is so wonderfully sensitive, somehow. Caressing that thigh, and touching that ball knee. Such a lovely toy. Such a fun form. The shapes of the calf, that ball ankle. Finally reaching its goal, having touched Sage from head to now toes. What pretty feet the wind-up doll has. Strange that it is just a solid piece. No articulation, unlike those hands. A single piece, with some molding lines, but the soles... The soles of the feet being made out of a pretty well color matched material, similar to the abdomen's, similar to the pussy (the raccoon wondering if there is also a soft anus in Sage's new form, plenty of time to find out after). Caressing that stiff foot, with its detailed toes, the bottoms of it alternating between hard plastic, and that soft rubbery material, clearly to allow for some grip, preventing them from slipping. Shaped in ways to resemble paw pads, on the toes, on the ball, on the heel, the arch being made just of that shiny plastic. The raccoon continued studying them, caressing. Kneeling in front of the bed, in front of the toy, and giving that foot a sniff. Nothing really. No particular scent. A lick. Likewise. Slightly disappointed, but being thorough, giving that foot a long lick, from the bottom of the heel to the very top of the big toe's claw, delighting on the different textures, the transition from soft rubber on the pads to the hard plastic that made most of it. Having had its fill of that lovely foot, the raccoon decided to sample other soft parts of the great dane's new form. Giving the dog's dimple-like molded belly button on the soft part of the torso, and starting to explore Sage's genital configuration. It was not rare for the dog to have a pussy. But this was the first time the raccoon remembered her having one that would not be out of place on its own form, its thick, circular fuckhole getting wetter, dripping on Sage's floor. The raccoon liked having one that did not look organic. Lewd form rather than mimicking an organic's. Sage's new rubbery pussy was wonderfully soft. Very thick lips, conceling a pretty sculipted clit and decorative inner labia, the vagina's inner texture a mystery from sight. Well, the raccoon was, if nothing, very fond of touching things and finding out. Licking the outside, sucking the rubbery clit, lubricating one of its fingers with its own fuckhole's dripping lube to smear on Sage's pussy, and then inserting it, just to find out how it felt. Learning while eating out the inert doll, and caressing it from the inside. Loving it, wondering if Sage was enjoying the ministrations. After minutes of licking and sucking and touching and caressing Sage's insides, Luis decided to explore the other unique aspect that Sage had now. That key. A big winding key on the dog's back. Of course. It was not a very decorated piece of metal. Oh of course, it was not the first time Luis had encountered a windup toy. It was always a pleasure to play with them. Some were embarassed by it. Being always dependent on others turning it to get to be. To Luis, it made sense that Sage would like to be played with like this. Was it her choice to have such a big key sticking out her back? Others had smaller ones. Easier to conceal. Or separate. Having spares, or on a necklace. Sage's key was very big. Touching it, caressing it, feeling it, how deep did it go inside Sage? The metal key feeling cooler, harder than the plastic that made Sage's torso. Taking it with a hand and very, very gently turning it. Only enough for a single click. Feeling the ratcheting action inside Sage's form. Knowing that every little bit would tighten a mainspring inside the dog's plastic chest. A little bit more, how many degrees of rotation? Feeling the mechanisms through the metal of the key, listening to the click action on the ratchet that would prevent the mainspring from just unwinding in one go. Another click. Then another. Taking an agonizingly long time to give barely a quarter of a wind. Holding it. Knowingly so. It was not the raccoon's first time playing with a windup toy. An automaton. It knew that some toys enjoyed having their keys touched. Manipulated. Held. Holding it. Knowing that the spring inside wanted to release that tension so, so badly. And then releasing. Sage moved. Moaned. Stretched her hands pushing on the bed. Of course. She could feel it all. The raccoon's tongue and fingers brought a climax to the doll, a climax delayed until she was wound up enough to react to it. It was not the raccoon's first time pleasing an automaton. And as soon as it was released, that key stopped turning. That quarter turn was barely enough to make Sage's inner workings move enough to cum. Wetter than it had been after Luis's licking. Sage was still once more, her mouth open, after the moaning. Luis moved once more to the doll's front and kissed her. Caressed her wet pussy knowing that she would feel it all. "It is always such fun to be with you, and you know it, don't you?" Wanting to play more, the sexdoll started winding up Sage again, once again enjoying doing it extremely slowly, feeling the tension increase with each click. That mainspring aching to release again. A quarter turn was barely enough to get Sage to cum. To moan. To feel. Perhaps half a turn would be enough to get her to talk as well. Click by click. And then release. "Thank. You. For. Winding. Meeee" Said the plastic doll. "That. Felt. Gooooood" Sage's voice halting. Mechanical. Very little tension on that mainspring. Very little to make her be. "Why. Did. You. Not. Wind. Me. More?" Every sillable taking a little longer to come out. "It is fun to hear you wind down, Sage. It is fun to hear you wind down." "Oh. I. Am. Win...ding. Down." And then Sage was silent again. Luis hugged the inert doll. The sounds coming from her chest slowing down. Until they ceased. How fun to be able to choose to make her move. To make her be. To make her play. But that was not enough. "As fun as it is to have you wind down... Let's give you some more" Once more, the sexdoll started winding up Sage. Slowly still, but faster than last time. Not dwelling on every single ratchet click. Instead half a turn at a time, letting go for a moment, and then starting again, knowing that each turn felt good. Each turn would bring a partial moan until stopped again. Each half turn harder than the last. Until letting go. "Thank you for winding me! Did you have fun? I know I felt very good. Your tongue tickled my toes..." Rather than answering, the sexdoll kissed Sage. And then hugged the lovely toy. Wondering how long that would last. She could always be wound up again, to play more, after all. "You could have told me you had a pussy, would have brought my dick with me" "Oh! I have fun toys for that. Would you like to use my double headed dildo?"