FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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There were humans in their territory.

The wolf snarled, bared his fangs. Looked at his second, the second looked back. Nodded his head and, before the humans could investigate the sound, they were gone, scarpering off to retrieve their packmates.

“Hey Matt, look at this!"

Matt dropped the cinder block he'd been holding - it was no different than any other cinder block, to his disappointment - and jogged over to his friend's side, the other man pointing at some graffiti on the curved brick wall. “What does that say?"

Matt turned his flashlight on the wall so Jake could turn off his phone's, flipping on Google Translate and scanning the sprayed on black writing. But the app didn't provide any translation - didn't even suggest any language, for that matter. “Just gibberish, man." which sucked, really, because it sure looked cool so he took a picture, the black ink gleaming despite clearly having been sprayed on a long time ago.

“Weird gibberish," Matt grumbled, eyeing it warily, before they continued deeper into the tunnel.

Dull claws skittered on the stone behind them.

As much fun as their explorations could be, more often than not they didn't turn up much more than rusted metal and some cool graffiti - if even that. So when they turned a corner and both nearly tripped over crumpled stone steps, a massive, rotting cathedral towering overhead, the pair felt as though they'd hit the jackpot. They made sure their cameras had space, their phones had battery, and jogged up the precarious stairs, taking a moment to take more than a fair few pictures of the cracked and shattered stained glass murals that glittered as the sun passed through them.

The door opened easily at Jake's touch, creaking open, and their breaths were stolen away as the cathedral seemed faded, greying, marble floors dull in the fading light, shot through with lightning-shaped lines where they'd cracked and threatened to shatter, the ceiling too high to be seen when they tilted their heads back to take pictures, though there were no pews to be seen, nor an altar at the apse.

The pair wandered around, gape-mouthed, taking pictures of anything and everything - the patterns of the marble, the curl of the apse, and the countless pictures painted onto the walls. This, they thought, was clearly the pinnacle of their explorations.

The door closed silently, and they'd have been none-the-wiser if it weren't for the dull click of numerous claws on the marble. The pair froze, turning slowly - they were no strangers to the dangers of what they did, they could count on all four of their shared hands how many times they'd had run-ins with stray dogs, and on one hand how many times they were aggressive.

But these… these weren't your average stray dogs, and they found themselves backing away.

Big, big was what they first noticed, bigger than any stray dog they'd met, towering over the bears they'd seen at the zoo, with muscles bulging and rippling, threatening to explode out from under their hides. They bared yellowed teeth though not a single sound was made, faces distorted into something worse than they already were, flesh wrinkled and curled and twisted, slitting eyes that gleamed in the low light unnaturally, near-glowing and trapping their gazes 'til they couldn't move, birds in a snake's gaze.

Two towered before them, the one closer much larger, its fur salt and peppered like the timber wolves they'd seen at the same zoo, though his fur, bristled as it was, was cast in all colors of the rainbow, the fading sunlight passing through the stained glass to shine down on the pair. The second looked far more mean, lean - if it could be called that, lean only in comparison to the first - and long legged though shorter than its companion, an ugly, ruddy sort of brown as though it had flung itself into some mud and let it dry.

Wait, no, Matt's gaze dropped down and definitely male, their balls dangled down big as grapefruits, holy shit how had he missed that before and, insane as it was, he had to fight the urge to take a photograph. From the way Jake's hand twitched, he felt the same.

Those were wolves, those were goddamn wolves.

There weren't any wolves in the goddamn area, in their goddamn state. So why the hell were they staring at a pair of wolves - and a pair of wolves bigger than they'd ever seen? And funny shaped, too! There was no way these two had escaped from the zoo, they'd gotten rid of their wolf enclosure years ago!

The wolves took a step forward, and Jake and Matt took a step back. A step forward, a step back. They continued their funny dance until the pair waltzed straight into something cold and wet that pressed into their necks and they froze, looking slowly back over their shoulders.

Behind Matt, one that was taller than even the first, a holy white in color though the expression on its face was anything but. The one behind Jake was short and squat, a faded color as though it had rolled in cayenne pepper, and only it made noise, growling a monstrous snarl low in its barrel-shaped chest. “Good boy," Jake whimpered, not liking those sharp, yellowed teeth so close to him, “Friendly boy," please be a friendly boy, please be a friendly boy.

They were not friendly boys.

The first - the peppered one - made a sound not unlike a 'wuff!' though far less endearing, and the two behind them lunged forward, shoving them so hard with their noses that the pair staggered forward, Matt managing to catch himself on his hands and knees but Jake wasn't so lucky, crashing to the ground on his stomach with a grunt. They jolted to get to their feet, but the beasts lurched forward, resting their bared teeth against their backs, and they went still for fear of being eaten alive.

A hot, rancid breath ghosted over Matt's face, and the man turned, blanching when he found himself face to face with the peppered wolf, eyes yellow as fool's gold burning a hole into his though he didn't dare to break away, and then it gave him something that could only be described as a smile no, a smirk, throwing the angelically colored one behind him a sharp nod of its head and what the hell were these things?! and then he was shouting in panic as the peppered wolf grabbed the shoulder of his shirt and held him in place, the wolf behind him grabbing hold of his pants and pulling, playing some sick game of tug o' war and he shouted and fought until there was a sickening snarl that rattled between the two and he went limp for fear of being consumed, then suddenly there was a loud RIP! and he was naked as the day he was born.

Jake, besides him, had been trapped between the ruddy wolf and the cayenne one and, seeing the struggle their packmates had had with his friend (Jake, of course, had only heard what sounded very much like his friend being mauled and, so, had curled in as much on himself as he dared), took a tight grip on Jake, the long-legged wolf staying at his head and taking his neck in his teeth for a moment in a very clear warning before he went to work with the squat wolf to tear off his pants, the much stronger cayenne one able to remove his pants in half the time it had taken to tear off Matt's, and then he was left with his dick resting against the marble.

After a moment in which the four wolves (well, werewolves, but the humans didn't know that) exchanged glances, amused grins and happy tail wags, Jake dared to turn his head and see what had become of his friend, greatly relieved to find Matt in much the same position he was, stretched out on the ground and naked as a babe, a wolf at his head and his ass, looking back at him wall-eyed.

Jake was always up for new experiences, but having a wolf's cock in his face? Not an experience he wanted. So when he saw Matt's eyes bulge and turned to see what had managed to scare him even further, only to come face to 'face' (head?) with what could only generously be called a dick, wide around as a soda pop can and easily much, much longer, pointed at the tip and painfully flushed, already beginning to drool and drip, the veins throbbing, the blood rushed from his face and the world danced around him and he thought he might have another new experience in fainting.

Would have, too, if the wolf behind him hadn't planted a hand-like paw on his ass, then the other, spread his cheeks and dragged its tongue along his hole. Matt's eyes went wider and wider as Jake squealed, lurching forward until the other wolf's cock dragged along his cheek, but the wolf behind him followed, licked and licked, and Matt would swear to god that the two that had him chuckled, his frantically darting eyes catching what could only be grins, bared teeth revealed by curled lips, and he made a pitiful whimpering sound, burying his face in his arms - he wanted to give Jake some kind of privacy, to let him retain at least some of his dignity, but the peppered wolf wouldn't let him, grabbed his hair roughly in its teeth and yanked up, forced him to watch as Jake began to whimper, tears dripping down his face as his cock swelled, flushing red as the wolf licked frantically at his ass like it was the finest treat, the ruddy wolf in front of him fucking its hips in the air to drag its cock along the side of his face, leaving streaks of pre-cum.

The squat wolf behind Jake shoved his nose against the man's ass and he jumped at the chill, and then he was yelling as the werewolf worked his tongue, lapping and lapping and lapping until, finally, he managed to work it inside his hole and Jake's head snapped back, mouth gaping open, and the ruddy wolf took his chance, stepping forward to mount Jake's head, paws on either side of his not-inconsiderable body, shoving his cock down his throat with little preamble, the man's shouting ending in a gurgle. He couldn't have bitten even if he wanted to, could barely take it in his mouth, jaw stretched grotesquely to fit it, cheeks bulging, and he retched and heaved and choked as the wolf gave him only the briefest moment to get used to having a pointed cockhead distending his throat, before pulling back (Jake coughed, spat, gasped desperately) and beginning to thrust as rapidly as if he were breeding a bitch, not a man's mouth.

To Matt's great shame, a warmth set in low in his stomach and his cock began to swell. He couldn't look away, though fear took root ice-cold in his chest, the contrasting sensations leaving him feeling torn in two. If they were doing that to Jake… what would they do to him?

He didn't have to wait long to find out.

Something warm slithered over his erection and he yelled, arched his back and bucked his hips as it happened again, then again, snapping his head to the side and finding the peppered wolf crouched down, suddenly feeling woozy at the thought of those sharp teeth so close to his cock and oh god please don't bite he didn't want to be castrated today he whimpered pitifully and the wolf's tail began to wag and then there was something grabbing his ass (and those were hands, dammit, what were these things!?) and spreading his cheeks and something equally as warm and flexible digging into his anus, lapping and licking and despite himself he squeaked, bucking his hips into the tongue around his cock, causing him to fuck back onto the tongue and, quickly, it ended up inside him and oh that's a weird feeling, it didn't quite hurt but it wasn't exactly comfortable, and then oh god he shouted at the same time Jake cried out, arching his back as the tongue found something, pressed against it and he saw stars, his cock throbbed and he came, going limp and slumping onto the wolf, who licked his spend off the fractured marble.

Jake choked as the wolf's thrusts, impossibly, sped up, its head lolling back, eyes going half-lidded in a horribly human way, tongue lolling out of its mouth. The wolf behind him was licking faster and faster, each lick pressing against something inside him that felt too good, and he was only barely aware of a thud beside him, too busy trying to catch his breath, and oh god the wolf was starting to do something weird with its tongue, pushing and twisting and there was a funny burning in his ass he very much didn't like, he tried to pull away but the wolf on top of him held him well in place, and the cock that distended his throat would have done so anyways if it hadn't, so all he could do was squirm and sob and gag on his discomfort as the squat werewolf went to work stretching him.

Matt grumbled his displeasure as, with a questioning whine and a confirming grunt from the peppered wolf, the white wolf began to stretch him, hips twitching as he tried to get away from both it and the overstimulation of the lead werewolf that continued to lick at his flaccid cock, tail wagging and face crinkled in what could only be described as amusement. “S-stop, please," he begged, but every lick shot pleasure-pain up him, kept him distracted from the burning of the largest wolf's massive tongue stretching his asshole bigger and bigger, so all he could do was beg for reprieve.

The bucks of the ruddy wolf's hips began to stutter and it gripped Jake tighter, the man grunting and regretting it when he lost his breath, choked on its cock anew, tears streaming down his face and then the wolf slammed to the hilt and began to cum, the man garbling a yell when he felt it swell with its seed before spraying down his throat, could feel the massive vein along its side throbbing as it twitched with every spurt and he heaved, splattered its thick, creamy white cum everywhere, dripping out from around its cock, coated the wolf-flesh, and did his best to swallow it for fear of drowning.

Its knot began to swell and he tried to pull back - it would suffocate him, surely, already his jaw was screaming, threatening to come unhinged! - but only managed to back further onto the cayenne wolf's frantically working tongue, though the wolf buried deep in his throat took pity on him or, at least, didn't want to kill him, pulling back enough that its knot, when it swelled so big that he could tell it would never have had a chance of fitting in his mouth, rested against his lips instead, then pulled back more, its pointed cockhead resting on his tongue and coating the roof of his mouth with each spurt though he didn't dare try to spit it out, the wolf's muzzle resting against his arched back, and then finally it took pity on him, pulling out all the way though still it stood over him, its cock visibly bobbing as it continued to cum, and he had to close his eyes as it sprayed rope after rope of cum onto his face.

With a grunt from the peppered wolf, the white wolf withdrew its tongue, tail wagging when his ass remained nice and stretched, offering a final lick to his ring, almost as though to say 'goodbye' before trotting over to change places. The man couldn't help but to gulp when he saw its cock, long and veiny and very large, very much proportionate to its build, bobbing between its legs, and tried to balk back but the pair snarled, bared their fangs and he froze, gasping “Jake?" and felt his heart skip more than a few beats when he looked over to find his friend's face covered in werewolf-seed. 'Oh god. I'm fucked.' and then he got the most insane urge to laugh because… well, literally. He was literally fucked. Or, at least, he could guess he was about to be.

The wolf (werewolf) was very big, and was, though they didn't know it, showing them exactly why wandering into a werewolf pack's territory was a very bad idea, the four were actually being rather kind, so the leader didn't care to be gentle as it mounted the large man, its heavy weight forcing his breath out of him in a grunting yell as he was knocked to the ground, the beast gripping his waist like he was little more than some common bitch and the werewolf just a regular wolf - not even that, just one of the strays they came across while doing their ill-fated exploring. It smirked at its taller packmate, a human expression that Matt couldn't see, and the white-furred werewolf returned the gesture, grasping its own cock and pumping it a few times to make sure it was at full mast before mounting the man's head. The pair were so large that they had to crouch awkwardly, heads side by side, to keep from crushing Matt, and even then he was forced to the ground beneath them.

The ruddy wolf stepped away from Jake, licking its lips at the sight of the tear tracks that made themselves obvious in the streaks of cum it had left on his face, and plopped down on its ass to start cleaning itself up, Jake having made a mess of its crotch when he choked on its coke-bottle thick cock, splattering its seed everywhere.

Poor Jake had the misfortune of having the small (at least, in comparison to its packmates), stocky cayenne wolf at his ass, so he thrashed and yelled and panicked as he was mounted, looking to Matt for help - “MATT! Help me-!" - though there was nothing Matt could do as the man was frozen, staring off at nothing as the massive peppered wolf began to fill him, the white wolf's cock an inch from his mouth - barely able to breathe as it covered Jake like a horse would a mare, its strangely shaped muzzle dangling down next to his face.

It made a funny huffing noise, its hindlegs scrabbling and dancing as it tried to align itself, and he shouted and hollered and screamed as he felt its hips begin to buck, something large and wet and burning hot slamming against his ass, over and over, just like what had been shoved in his mouth until he was sobbing, and tears streaked down his face anew and he'd swear the ruddy wolf laughed—

—time seemed to stop as the cayenne wolf's pointed cockhead caught on his stretched hole and, though tears still streaked down his face he couldn't help but to hold his breath as, in a single thrust, the stocky werewolf took him as deep as he could go - not even close to being down to the base, only a few inches, but enough that the werewolf groaned next to his ear, its eyes going half-lidded, and it was only when it drew back out to the head and thrust back in again that he found his voice and began to scream. The wolf was kind enough to mind its claws, not scratching up his sides, but aside from that it sought only its own pleasure, fucking rapidly into his ass, each thrust forcing in a bit more than the last, tearing snarls from its throat to join the sound of its packmate fucking Jake, the man's pleas for mercy, the ruddy wolf's slurping as it lapped at its own cock, looking up now and again to meet the gaze of the wolf that was deep in Jake's ass.

Matt moaned and grunted and groaned, fingers scrabbling frantically as he tried to brace himself against the tall wolf's thrusts - it was tall, and its thrusts were strong enough to match. Its cock splattered pre-cum into him with each thrust of its hips, easing its passage, its fucking making an obscene squelching sound, and the white wolf trembled as it waited for permission to fuck, its teeth bared next to its leader's scruff in desperation, then the werewolf finally huffed, licking its nape and it waited for Matt to cry out on a thrust that struck his prostate, his erect cock splattering pre-cum on the ground, before thrusting into his mouth and down his throat, throwing its head back when the man gagged, his throat convulsing violently around his massive cock, heaving and retching, thrashing worse than before, but it held its cock there as its leader kept thrusting, forcing the man forward and back on its cock while Matt could only try to fight, sobbing and grunting and groaning, saliva and pre-cum forced out of his mouth.

With a grunt from the leader - granted permission - the white wolf began to fuck his mouth with abandon, growling and snarling in the peppered wolf's ear, hunching his back awkwardly and dancing on its hind legs as it tried to keep its balance, its ears facing back as it listened to the man's gurgling and choking, basking in the squelching of his spit and wishing it could see his throat distending around its cock. Oh, but his throat was tight, and it wanted nothing more than to pin him down and fuck and fuck and fuck until it came but its leader had set a its own punishing pace that it tried to keep, the man forced onto its cock by its leader and forced down even deeper by the bucking of its own hips. Matt sobbed, scrabbled frantically, his cock throbbing against his stomach as every thrust of the peppered wolf's hips forced its own against his prostate.

The cayenne wolf's thrusts were becoming more frantic, its horrid breath rushing over his face with its desperate breaths, and Jake was horrified when he realized his cock was stiff beneath him - the wolf was thick, had long managed to start burying itself to the base with each thrust and with each thrust its massive cock pressed against his prostate, his dick twitching and making a mess every time. He moaned his humiliation, the ruddy wolf huffing around its cock with what he'd swear was a laugh, and then the short, squat wolf thrust in as deep as it would go and snarled, a horrid sound that chilled him down to his blood and he froze, even his tears no longer daring to fall though his cock throbbed, sprayed his stomach with a rope of pre-cum in response to the sound, and the werewolf stilled as the base of its cock began to swell, bigger and bigger and bigger until surely he'd tear, surely he'd break, surely he'd pop? but no, somehow he didn't, he saw white as its knot pressed against his prostate so hard the pleasure hurt, he couldn't breathe and then he was screaming his pleasure, coming so hard his seed landed on his chin and his cock kept twitching long after it stopped producing, his balls drawn up and he shook and shuddered and moaned and whined like a proper werewolf-bitch, the cayenne werewolf twisting its head to lick his mouth in a facsimile of a kiss, and he was so out of it that he turned his head and tangled his tongue with its. The werewolf's tail flagged, stood high as its own testicles drew up and throbbed, and then its cock and knot was throbbing in time with them, filling him with its warmth and the man moaned and sobbed, arching beneath the wolf as he came dryly again and again, dropping his head to press it against the cracked marble that had scratched up his hands and stomach and knees, hardly able to catch his breath beneath the blinding pleasure.

With a grunt, the ruddy werewolf released into his own mouth at the sight, licking its lips lazily.

The leader was reaching its own end and, with a snarl, it took the nape of Matt's shirt in its teeth - it wanted to warn, not kill, after all - giving a few, final thrusts of its hips before burying itself to the hilt, the man gurgling as he was forced forward so far on the white werewolf's cock that he was buried in the fur of its crotch, the wolf throwing its head back with a howl, the leader biting his shirt as hard as it could and longing for the loose nape of a werewolf bitch instead of the thin fabric of a cotton shirt as its knot began to swell, and swell, and swell. The man shouted, tried to pull away but could only push himself down more on the other wolf's cock, gagging on it as the tall werewolf began to pant loudly, its tongue lolling and soaking his shirt in its drool, each thrust pressing the growing bulge of its knot against his straining lips.

The peppered leader hunched more than it already had been, giving tiny little bucks of its hips as it began to come, splattering Matt's insides with its seed, unable to move much but also unable to fight the instinct to thrust and force and move, each throb and thrust slamming into the man's prostate and interrupting his gags and retchings and sobs with a forced moan, and the vibrations from those were enough to bring off the taller white werewolf, who threw its head back again though only snarled this time, splattering its cum across the man's tongue, the roof of his mouth, his throat, as it thrust with each throb of its drawn up balls, its free knot allowing it to keep moving. With a last twitch from the lead-werewolf Matt came, convulsing between the pair and sullying the floor, his cum joining what the white wolf hadn't managed to clean up, tears streaming down his face from the humiliation of finding his pleasure from being fucked by a pair of (were)wolves, the strongest orgasm he'd ever had, his walls rippling around the peppered leader until it threw its head back and joined its voice with Matt's ruddied partner, the white wolf setting its teeth in his shirt and shaking it back and forth to keep from biting Matt to brace itself.

For a time, the only sound was the werewolf's panting and the men's quiet whimpering until, as though by some silent signal (and who's to say there wasn't one?) the three werewolves pulled their dripping cocks out of Matt and Jake, taking a moment to lick themselves clean as the pair collapsed to the ground, their abused holes painted white and dripping with the werewolfs' seed. Only once the four were clean did they allow themselves to enjoy their work, the ruddy werewolf joining them as they circled the humans, licking their chops at the sight of their stomachs covered in ropes of cum, the messes they'd made of the marble beneath them. Their cockheads poked out of their sheaths at the sight of their lips, bloated and red as though kiss-swollen, still dripping saliva and cum and pre-cum, their faces splattered with the same, eyes pink from watering. And by the time they'd circled them a handful of times, their cocks were dangling all the way out of their sheaths, dripping their arousal on the ground at the sight of their holes stretched and completely white with their seed, dripping and oozing until it pooled beneath them.

But they were teaching them a lesson, not out to ruin or outright kill them, so they took a moment to lick themselves as the men shuddered and panted and tried to get themselves together, and the peppered wolf even was kind enough to have the ruddy werewolf and the white werewolf drop their pants onto their backs. The cayenne werewolf opened the door of the cathedral, and the leader looked back to make sure they were looking before calling back, _ “Now stay the hell out of my territory." _