FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

After a difficult day at the office, you are lounging in your chair, scrolling through your favorite news and updates. You're not wearing any pants, any shirt, anything but for your boxers. Later on, you have plans to relax in a more intimate and visceral way, but for now, all you wish for is to be as lazy as Minka.

She is lying on her favorite pillow, tucked in the corner you embellished with her favorite toys and decorations. The pillow upon which her lithe form is resting is pristine white, dotted with spots of various sizes and streaked with undulating ripples that resemble a king cheetah's coat. It seemed fitting, to get her such rare commodity. Snowy cheetahs were said to be extinct. Then again, miracles do tend to happen. Said cheetahs are now breeding in carefully controlled environments, and you have a lynx for a pet, a lover, a…mate.

The simple action of looking at her regal coat instills a deep feeling of satisfaction in your gut. Every day you see her, you can't help but feel privileged to live with such a caring, devoted, and delightful feline. Truly, you are blessed, to share the room with a lynx whose intelligence far surpasses that of an ordinary cat. Many would have given up this foolish dream, but not you. Never you.

You avert your gaze from the cute bundle of fur to sink into the matters of the real world. You don't want to disturb Minka, and in order to maintain your idyllic life, you have to keep two steps ahead of the system. Should a law pass that endangers the wellbeing of your mate, you want to be the first to know that.

A minute passes. A dozen. Half an hour. What draws you from your lecture is a wet, light object placed onto your bare thigh, its spines pricking at your skin.

“Aryn?" Your surprised voice carries over to Minka's erect ears. She sits next to your seat on her haunches, her honey colored eyes darting between you and the male cheetah dildo she presented you with. Inspired after the fursona of your best friend, it retained its authentic features. From the tapered tip to the soft barbs circling its head to the thickening base ending with two plump orbs, the miniature sized dildo is more of a memento than a pleasure tool, at least for you.

But not for Minka. Luscious wetness blankets the faux flesh, glinting in the garish light cast by your desk lamp. Its slippery texture is too fine to be saliva, its fragrance sweet rather than stale. No. That's not the product of Minka's licks.

That's lynx arousal.

The realization stirs your senses and enkindles your imagination. While caught up in your web lecture, you have missed Minka's silent, self-pleasuring moment, one that you dearly regret. Before guilt has the chance to settle in, your mate jumps into your lap, her hind paws clawing at the synthetic leather of your seat for leverage as she hoists herself onto two legs. The soft pads of her forepaws lined with the finest of fur alight on your shoulders. Claws prickle your flushed, sensitive skin, but pain fails to register. She might be little, but her strength becomes obvious when she pushes against you, forcing your chair to tilt backwards, away from the screen, dislocating you from the real world. All that you now see are her eyes that stare into yours, those honey-colored pools swirling with pent-up affection reserved only for you.

Your mate, not one endowed with patience for romantic moments, begins nuzzling your brow. She pokes her tongue at your nose, face, lips, demanding entrance. Her unexpected advances stoke your desire, along with the suave purr rumbling in her throat, subtle like thrumming gossamer. Everything about her, from her feline version of a hug to the thickening female miasma permeating the air around you, hints at one single intent: for her to make you happy.

What is left for you to do, but accept her decision? Not that you can resist such ripe offering, to begin with. And so, your hands shy away from the stiff mouse and the cold, uncaring keyboard, switching over to her fluffy back, crawling up along the downy fur between her ears. Oh, how she loves your touch there. Her purr rises and falls like a cricket's song, only infinitely more beautiful. Her voice—or song, as it should be called—is so rich and enthralling tonight, the vibrations transferring from her throat into your chest, crawling under your skin, aiming towards your heart, making it swell with the love she harbors for you. Another part of you grows in diameter as well, one that quickly begins to tug at your focus. Soon, that pressing need fades away before the onrush of emotions coursing through you. There is a time for love, and a time for pleasure; for now, you simply wish to hold your most dear into your arms, to feel her fur swim against your chest.

As she continues to rub her fuzzy face against yours, those elongated whiskers filter through the tangled strands of your beard, sliding right through those rough hairs to poke at the sensitive skin lying underneath. With a flick of her head, she presses her cold nose against your closed eyes, her trembling whiskers tickling your nose to no end.

You can't help but chuckle at that. Minka has such pure, unblemished view on love. For her, licks express her undying devotion to you, a simple tongue flick morphed into something so meaningful. Since you don't want her to stop, you keep still. Raspy as her tongue feels against your scrunched eyelids, there is no denying that her exotic touch enkindles your senses like nothing else ever did. The barbs littering her nimble appendage are made to scrap the meat off the bone, but with you, Minka adds the subtlest of pressure into her licks, making them not painful, but intoxicating in the foreign sensations they provide you with.

Such a gentle, caring mate she is. No woman has ever shown you this deep a love, or touched you in the intimate ways Minka grew accustomed to. Through you, she bloomed into something far greater than a mere cat. Through her, you rediscovered yourself. Together, you completed each other.

Her body leans against yours, the delicate buds marking her femininity kissing your bare chest. A soft exhale breaks past your lips, and your boxers grew ever tighter from the sensation of those tiny mounds of flesh drifting over your skin. Her purr dispels every thought of today or tomorrow. For the time being, there is only you, and her, and the kiss you are about to share.

She's there. At your lips. Demanding entry into your domain through slow, tender licks. Slowly, teasingly, your lips part, inviting her nimble, barbed tongue to explore you in all the intimate ways that she desires. Her sharp, predatory fangs click against your teeth, her breath rushes into you, and the twirling dance of your tongues, molding into each other, show you the extent of the love she bears for you. She would do anything for you, even something as small and fulfilling as a kiss.

But that's not what Minka desires tonight. Her forepaws slip off your shoulders, landing between your spread legs with a soft thump. The lynx sits on her haunches, right in front of you, tucked in the narrow space between your legs. Her forepaws surge forward, claws hooking around the seams of your boxers. Her intent? To free your bulge from its oppressing cloth prison. For a split second, your fingers twitch with the urge to do it yourself, but to have your mate undress you….now that's a far more arousing thought.

For a moment, you can't breathe, for fear of interrupting such a perfect and intimate moment in your life. You keep that exhale deep within your chest, watching her nimble paws tug at the seams of your boxers with those tiny yet incredibly sharp claws. Your cock lurches at the thought of having her touch that part of you, and your heart lodges into your throat from the inevitability of it.

All she had to do was slip her toes halfway into your boxers, then pull to reveal your rock-hard manhood. Her ministrations have left their mark on you, the tip of your member already soaked and glistening with a film of unmistakable yearning.

But you aren't the only one who has been waiting for this moment. Minka licks her muzzle to denote her excitement, then nuzzles at your throbbing member, her cute little nose rolling away your foreskin out of the way to reveal the precious ruddy treat residing underneath. Her task done, she rests both of her forepaws at the base of your member, holding it still while her tongue does the work.

Overwhelmed by the texture of her tongue, by the warmth and softness of her paw pads tucked against your most vulnerable organ, you exhale your pent-up breath along with a moan of unquenched desire. A normal man in your position would have freaked out long ago. They wouldn't have been able to withstand the caress of her barbed tongue without flinching, or have the courage to stand still while her fangs touched their glans.

You, on the other hand, are not just any ordinary man. You know Minka just as well as she knows you. Her barbed tongue hurts only when she means it to. Her fangs puncture only the meat you feed her with. To share yourself completely with your mate marks the utmost trust you two share, and before your mate, you lie naked, vulnerable.

Aroused.

Your hands grab the armrests of your seat, clutching onto them tightly. As much as you would have liked to stroke Minka's silken fur, the lynx made it known that certain moments are reserved for you, and others for her. Going against her wish while your penis rested in the embrace of those paws, capable of great damage or utter delight, would be most unwise. Instead, you relish her touch with every ounce of your being, closing your eyes to this world, so that your other senses may finally awaken.

The brushes of her tongue are exquisite. Wet, raspy, but surprisingly tender, she teasingly dabs her fleshy appendage at your tip. Meanwhile, her toes knead at your vein beribboned length, the heat of her pads seeping into your hardened flesh, quickening the throbs traversing through it. You lie back into your chair, putting yourself at the mercy of your mate, surrendering your control to the one being you love the most.

It is only now, that Minka can finally unleash her arsenal of pleasure upon you. Her tongue leaves your tip, exploring the side of your tense member. One of her paws engulfs your tip, kneading at it, enjoying the way it feels from the sound of her rising purr. Just like you, she loves every inch of your body. From the tip of your cock and down to your balls, her graceful tongue leaves no spot unattended.

Your cheeks flushed, your ears aflame, and with your heart galloping in your chest, you feel alive. Truly alive. Your senses are at their peak, savoring every shudder of pleasure brought by her tongue along your glans, or the deeper and more fulfilling strokes of her padded toes on your tip. Minka, accustomed to the tonality of your moans, knows what you want, what you need. As such, she places her forepaws evenly on the sides of your member, reserving the ruddy, bulbous tip for her tongue and mouth only.

And then, she starts lapping, and lapping, slow at first and more vigorous along the way. Her mouth is too small to accommodate you, but the lovely lynx still opens it wide when she senses the throbs that herald your release. With your jaws clenched, in utter silence, as if to avoid tainting her melodious purr, you loosen your seed straight into her waiting maw. Engulfed in sheer euphoria, with your eyes scrunched in pleasure, you care not where your essence lands, or the mess you make. Minka is here to care for you, as proven by those tender paws clutching your member tight between them, or the tongue that ceaselessly slides up and down the head of your member, scooping up the remnants of your weakening spurts.

By all the gods! That felt heavenly! Your senses still riding the high associated with your orgasm, you find yourself stuck in limbo. For a few seconds, you feel yourself drift among the highest of clouds, light as a feather, relieved of all the worldly burdens. Minka, the one who brought you this relief, is now hugging your frame, her body draped over your numb one, her soggy muzzle smearing your love juices all over your chin.

Taken aback by her reaction, you don't know whether to laugh or to kiss her, and so, you settle for the latter. She has helped liberate you of the hardships of today, and for that, she deserves your everything.

Once again, your mouths and hearts open to each other, uniting and becoming one in the process. Her tongue slips around yours, filling it with her usual taste, along with the briny, chalky tang of your own climax. Were you rested enough, a second boner would have attracted Minka's attention. However, your strength fled your body along with your seed, and now, all you wish is to relax, to explore your mate in all the delightful ways at your disposal.

Your arms encompass her furred frame, fingers sinking into her fur to scratch gently at her hide. Her purr raises a pitch higher. Her hind paws find footing onto your thighs, helped by the claws that hook onto your skin.

Pain doesn't hurt. Pain is insignificant compared to the pushes and shoves of her tongue, a game that only you two understand. To balance the odds, you tilt your head to better cover her muzzle, your lips pressing forward, converging upon her velvet black ones. With the tip of your tongue, you can taste the sharpness of her canines, together with the product of the pleasure so recently given. Incredible, how teeth designed to kill could so easily bring a man to climax as well.

A thought forms in your mind. A plan, one that makes you smile. While you keep her head distracted with gentle scratching and heartfelt kissing, your left hand traverses over her belly, bumping into her teats. Much as you wish to stroke them, your goal lies lower down her body, and Minka's tufted tail begins to wag in excitement as she realizes what your fingers are doing down there.

To distract her, you push your tongue deeper into her mouth, sliding over the ridges furrowing the roof of her mouth. Minka pushes you back with her little but surprisingly strong tongue to even the ground, but she soon falls limp once your index finger finds her soggy flower. She pushes her head back, strands of saliva mixed with seed bridging your tongues for a fleeting moment before Minka's chin destroys them. With her weakness exposed, the lynx flattens against your chest, the claws of her forepaws biting into your shoulders. Her legs spread further, her hind paws teetering for balance as the lynx begins to meowl in a most melodious, captivating way.

She wants this. She needs this, judging by how hot and wet she is down there. Your finger practically sails into her body, causing her to stiffen, her inner muscles groping at you from every side. You pull out of her shuddering depths, bring that finger to your mouth and smell her fragrance, taste her nectar, and share her sweetness with your love through another kiss.

Her feral breath washes over you, not foul and gross, but pleasant, like a summer breeze. The taste of your seed still lingers in her mouth, along with the fading sweetness of her cunt. While your tongues dance around each other, your finger probes at her nethers, pushing into her once, twice, thrice. Unlike you, Minka isn't built for resilience. Her kind is made for quick bursts of pleasure, and you're not in the least surprised when Minka's claws puncture your skin, drawing tendrils of blood. At the height of her peak, she snarls and hisses like a veritable lioness, gushing out her love juices right on top of your exposed member. The liquid heat, mixed with the pungent aroma of lynx climax, stirs your member to life. You are almost tempted to go for a second round, but Minka's head falls onto your shoulder, her tongue licking at your ear lobe, her teeth nibbling on it.

Some other time, you think as you embrace her, a wide grin tugging at your lips. There is a time for pleasure, and a time for relaxation. With Minka's form draped over your chest, there is nothing else you desire right now.