FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

So, to start off, I'm in what appears to be a workplace setting. I don't know for who or what, but everything is surrounded in cages that are painted yellow, and it appears rather old. In fact, it could be a post-apocalyptic setting with a safe zone that just looks like that. However, the characters were very clean and didn't look desperate for food, so that's probably not the case. I digress... In the dream, there's a pale, Caucasian human woman, who looks about five foot nothing and has a slender, mousy build.

She's probably all of one hundred pounds soaking wet. B-cup breasts are held in a tightly fitting, dark pink tube top. Her footwear are somewhat dressy, shiny black boots with little heels, and she wears black slacks that look a bit like yoga pants, but they feel like slacks (I'll get to the part). A matching black jacket, thin and almost hoodie-like, but without the hood, completes her ensemble. Long, full, dark brown hair reaches to her shoulders and is parted at the middle. Big brown eyes look at me as I walk by her workstation inside a small, heavily windowed building that's inside of massive warehouse of some kind.

As soon as she glances to me, her thin lips, covered in a hot pink lipstick or possibly lip gloss, curl into a faint grin. She looks pleased to see me. For some reason, I seem to have liked her for some time; it's as if the dream gave me a detailed backstory that I knew at the time, complete with her name and how long I've known her, but sadly those were the first details to be erased from my memory when I woke up and grabbed my laptop. Now that I think on it, she looked a lot like what I would imagine my first teenage girlfriend looking like as an adult. When we met, she was 13 and I was 16, and we dated for about 16-19 months; she and I also took each other's virginity not long after dating.

Walking toward a large, roll-up garage door, I follow a couple of human men dressed in typical gray work clothes and pass another character. This character is a female Voeldahn. In case anyone has ever wondered, I decided that in my macro universe (every story that isn't 'The Seventh Realm' or 'Hejira'), I needed a race name for the anthropomorphic animal people. In the macro universe, anthros and humans existed side-by-side since the dawn of time, and history was rewritten accordingly, such as anthros being slaves to all humans, regardless of skin color, pre-civil war. I just made that word up one day because it sounded good, and that is now what I call all anthros/furries in my work and dreams. Again, I digress...

The young, twenty-something girl has a shiny, short coat of milk-chocolate colored fur. It's on the lighter side, but in a dark room, she might be hard to see. Her hair is long and wavy, reaching to her mid back. She has a high-ponytail, which is probably one of my two favorite hairstyles (the first being innocent pigtails (see April's portrait in my artwork folder)) after just letting it flow unimpeded. Her shiny brown hair and ponytail sways as she immediately turns my way, and her tall, tapering ears shift in my direction. Her head is reminiscent of a Khajiit's from The Elder Scrolls franchise, but with subtle changes; her ears and a shorter, more rounded muzzle make it readily apparent that she is a bunny girl.

With a red, long-sleeved t-shirt on, a similar black jacket sits near her, resting on the faded yellow paint of a hand rail. Her pants look like those elastic jeans that women like to wear, and they hug a very nice lower-half though her upper half is pretty hot too. Slender but toned legs lead up to a firm buttocks. It's not flat but not big either; I was never a guy who hunted down women with fat asses as I love height-weight-proportionate figures. Hers was just right. Her broad hips sat just below a waist with a faint hourglass figure; she has a figure much more common to real-world women than my quasi-ex-girlfriend I had just passed.

Her ribcage is a nice size that fits her body type, and her chest has what are visibly C-cup breasts. When you look at enough women, you become something of a boob/waist/butt connoisseur; I can glance at a woman's chest in passing and guess her cup size with a 95% degree of accuracy. For her body type, this girl's breasts were perfect. Sadly, because of her clothing, I can't see much more than her head, neck and hands; her figure is more or less visible, but not fur patterns or the fine details of say, how toned her flat-looking belly is. She stands about five feet and four or five inches tall, and I would have estimated her weight at about one hundred and twenty pounds.

Standing with her side facing me, I can see her fluffy tail. With a pointy tip of fur and the overall shape of a candle's flame, it has some cream-colored fur on the underside; I already know that feature means that she has two-tone fur. It dances from side to side with delight in the cutest way, and she grins wide. She's obviously pleased to see me, and I suddenly remember that her name is “Natasha". Her name was probably influenced by the fact that I'm learning Russian. Walking by, I can't help but envision what she looks like naked. For a split second, I feel badly for sexualizing her, but as a male with testosterone and a complete set of functioning genitalia, it's impossible not to be that way, and other men will know that to be true.

“Hi, Natasha." I say with a wave.

“Hey. Good luck out there." She says.

Her voice is what I would consider “deep/low". If anyone has played the original, heavily pixilated Tomb Raider games from the nineties, Lara Croft's voice from the cutscenes of II and III are perfect examples of that tone. (cut to 3:00, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sW1FZf2quMU&t=214s) I would also classify Yoko Kanno, the singer for The Seatbelts (and the band that did all of Cowboy Bebop's music) as “deep".

“We'll be fine. See you around?" I ask.

Her tail wags faster, she turns to face me and rather vigorously nods her head. Leaving through the garage door, the dream suddenly cuts away, but only because I woke up to my dog rolling over onto my legs. Getting comfortable and falling back asleep, I'm returning, somewhat exhausted from whatever the hell it was I was doing with the few nameless guys I left with. I don't see Natasha anywhere, but the mousy human girl is present. She sits at a work desk that looks badly weathered and works on some kind of form, manually writing in details with a yellow pencil that's been sharpened almost to nothing.

She sees me and doesn't seem to be very pleased that I'm back. I'm a little confused because I apparently like her. I'm not sure why, but in the dream I do. I also find Natasha attractive, but as a man, that's a given. After trying to talk to her and getting the cold shoulder, I immediately head for some random workstation where an older Caucasian man in his late forties or early fifties is standing. He immediately tells me to go back and talk to her. I do. Kneeling down beside her desk, she works on whatever her paperwork is. She's not wearing her jacket, so I take a silver ingot that you can buy in real-life for probably $50 USD, and I rests it on her upper right arm, near her shoulder.

The cold startles her and she turns to look at the object. I have no idea where the silver ingot came from. Was I carrying it in my pocket all day or did I take it from wherever it was that I went before my dog woke me up? I have no idea, and it never comes up again. I rest my chin on here shoulder, brushing my long goatee to the side.

“It's nice to see you." I say softly.

“What do you want?" She asks rather coldly.

“Well, I just thought I'd come and gawk at one of the only hard workers here." I teased her.

She cracks a faint smile and looks down at her papers. She turns her head back to me and I repeat that it's nice to see her. I lean in for a kiss, but she pulls away. I have a “fuck this" moment and sigh, backing away as well. I glance at her almost impulsively as I'm about to stand. Realizing that I'm either frustrated with her or about to abandon the prospect, she moves back to where she was and even leans a little bit closer to me. I then decide to try again and lean closer. On this second try, I'm able to plant a kiss on her lips, which I now notice is covered in lip gloss. After a few pecks, she collects her jacket and rises to her feet with me, while we are still kissing.

Taking her by her hand, which is ice cold (a trait several of my girlfriends, including the one she is probably based on shared), I lead her out of the small, window-covered building and down a catwalk. When we think we are alone, I turn around, rest my lower back against a faded yellow guard rail, slip an arm around her slender waist, and pull the mousy human girl in. With her modest breasts pushing against my chest, I lean forward and over as she looks up to me, easily six inches shorter than me, and I'm only the size of my fursona (five foot eight and about one hundred and fifty-something pounds).

I feel every sensation as I kiss her lips so softly and passionately. She shives and rests her hands on my chest, as if she wanted to push me away. Kiss after kiss I can almost feel her melting. At this point, I decide to push it. I take a hand and smack of little ass, giving a cheek a hard squeeze. She moans into our kiss and slips me her tongue. Now really getting into it, she pulls as my clothes. My penis grows erect, throbbing between us and pressed against her groin. My hand slips further around and I slip my fingers underneath her crotch. Essentially, my palm is on the back of her upper leg, just beneath the cheek of her butt, while my fingers are poised to rub her vagina.

She is still fully clothed, however, and I can feel the texture of her work pants on my skin. I also feel something else; her genitalia's hot and there's a faint dampness seeping through her black slacks. It's obvious that she's aroused beneath her pants and panties. I could feel the elastic band of her panties around her leg as I groped her, so I know that she had some on. If we were alone in a room, I'd be about 60 seconds away from going balls-deep into her eager pussy, with or without a bed. I push harder against her loins and she groans somewhat loudly, falling against my chest. The whole scene is very adorable, honestly.

I then step aside and let her flop over onto the guard rail. With her hands planted firmly on the railing, she arches her back and looks to me with a longing that I have seen several times before from previous real-life lovers. She'd let me fuck her right there if no one would walk up. I fondle her breasts through her tube top. Obviously, she has no bra on underneath it. With my left-hand squeezing and massaging her breasts, and my right rubbing her burning hot vagina through her pants and panties, I have her right where I want her.

Then, a loud buzzer goes off. I have to help her stand because her legs and back have grown weak from my touch; she stumbles as she straightens on her own. The same older guy who urged me to talk to her again walks by, along with a few other people who seem to work or live at wherever it is that we are. With her left shoulder and buttocks against me, using me for support, she smiles and holds up a hand to wave at the people walking by, though she doesn't. Now cooling off, she turns to me as soon as they are gone, wraps her arms around my neck, and tells me that she wants me to visit her quarters after her shift in an hour. She kisses me and quickly darts off, heading back to her workstation to finish her paperwork.

Sighing with a mixture of frustration (because I obviously want to have sex right now) but also elation (because I'll spend time with her soon) I head out for some section of the warehouse. I know where I'm going, but as I sit awake, I don't know where that actually is or what goes on there. Turning a corner in an isolated part of the complex, in a far corner of the warehouse that seems to be easily the size of a large airplane hangar and filled with other structures, I stop in my tracks. There stands Natasha. She doesn't look too happy, and I don't know why, but she doesn't make me wait long before telling me.

“What's so good about her?!" She asks, stepping closer.

She wears boots that fit her digitigrade, paw-like feet, with really small portions for the balls of her feet. It's very hard to describe, but from the look, everything about her clothing and anatomy is feasible in real-life. The realistic looking, decidedly non-cartoony bunny girl approaches me. To anyone who is not a fan of anthros/furries, she would probably appear monstrous, but I can't help admiring her form; she's just too damn hot in my opinion.

“Good about who? What are you talking about?" I ask with confusion.

“You know who. That scrawny little human. Do you not like Voeldahn girls or something?!" She demands.

“Of course I do!" I defensively shout.

We are so far away from everyone, and there are so many structures nearby and machinery in close proximity to us that I know no one will ever hear our conversation.

“You haven't seen the way I look at you? You're absolutely beautiful." I tell her.

“Then how come I saw you all over her?" Natasha asks with a jealous whimper.

“I just like her. She's a nice girl." I reply.

“I'm a nice girl..." Natasha says, resting her hands on my chest. “I'm a sweet, thoughtful, and caring girl."

Natasha suddenly nuzzles my cheek and with a clawed hand, strokes my long beard.

“Soft, warm, attentive, sensual." She adds, kissing my cheek between each word.

Her lips work like you see in Elder Scrolls Online or Skyrim HD when a Khajiit speaks; they are very humanlike in many respects. I turn my head toward her and she kisses me. Her lips are brown in color, but warm and soft. I can't help myself. I kiss her back and wrap my arm around her, resting it against the small of her back.

“Mmm... I can do everything you want from her and more." She coos after our kiss is finished.

“Really? ... Show me." I coolly demand.

This is where the dream becomes really interesting...

Stepping back from me, Natasha takes off her black jacket and rests it on the opposing guardrail. She hooks her fingers underneath the bottom of her shirt and pulls it upward. Exposing her belly and chest to me, I can see that she has cream-colored fur right where you would expect. Holding her absolutely perfect, fur covered breasts is a ruby red bra. Her long ears flop over before springing up cutely as she takes the shirt from her. I decide not to let her strip alone and push off my boots by stepping on the heels and pulling my legs upward. I take off my own shirt and she stops to look upon the pale skin of my exposed chest, her lips curling into an even bigger smile.

It's obvious that she is loving every second of this, and finds me as attractive as I find her. It feels nice to see her stare. Snapping out of it, she reaches back and unhooks her bra. She pulls her arms close together to smoosh her boobs, making them look even sexier as she lets the red bra slide down. Her breasts bounce slightly as she moves her arms away and uses her hands to push her long hair back over her shoulders. I reach out and take hold of one breast, which both startles and pleases her. In contract to her cream-colored fur, her nipples are brown like her lips and flat, animal-like nose.

I pinch it gently, causing her to groan before leaning over and licking it. Her fur rubs my cheek and feels so soft and warm; her body radiates a pleasant heat. I immediately wonder how hot her vagina must be, and my penis quickly grows firm. Now taking charge, essentially because I can't help myself, I take my free hand and smack her ass before giving it a squeeze. Turning her around, I slip my fingers behind the waistband of her elastic jeans. I slowly, almost teasingly pull them down to reveal her matching, silky, ruby red panties. They are regular panties and not a thong or anything out of the ordinary.

Natasha steps out of her boots and then the leg holes of her pants, with my help. I peel off her panties and gaze upon her loins. Her nether lips are also brown, and literally dripping with anticipation. Her flesh gleams in the artificial light from the sweet smelling, lubricating juices. I realize that it will look quite nice to see my slightly tanned, Caucasian penis plowing into her vagina. Spreading her cheeks wide with both hands, I lean in and give Natasha's pussy a little lick. She was not expecting it. Reaching back, she strokes my head as I lap at her clitoris and over her nether lips. I carefully insert my tongue into her and she goes wild.

Soon, however, both of us want much more. Rising to my feet, I undo and drop my pants and underwear. She takes my penis into her hand and leans in. Pressing her breasts against my chest, I wrap my arms around her and feel her soft, warm fur on my body; it's wonderful. She slips my cock between her legs and grinds her pussy on my flesh as we kiss passionately and with tongue. It's as if she wants to taste herself on my lips and tongue, curious to know what her flavor is like. I can only describe it as “amazing". After grinding her wet flesh on my penis, she backs up and drops to her knees, promptly inserting my member into her mouth and working me vigorously as she fondles my full balls.

I look down and watch the bunny sucking my dick; it's so cute and erotic. She turns her eyes up to me in a way that real-life lovers have and I almost exclaim “Aww!" Every man who has had a woman give him oral sex and then look up to him can attest to how adorable that is, for whatever reason. Her being what she was only made it that much more intense. Gasping as she pulled her mouth from my organ, we took our clothes and boots before walking naked down the catwalk.

Rounding a corner, we found ourselves in a perfect spot to have sex; a rather small, four-foot-tall, three-foot-wide and seven-foot-deep alcove. With a sheet metal roof and red emergency lights illuminating the interior, the floor of it was already padded with what looked like old, black gym mats. We tossed our clothes down in a pile by the opening, and Natasha crawled inside first. No sooner than her upper half entered the alcove, I followed her. Too aroused and dominant to wait, our feet were barely inside before I grabbed her hips. Her fluffy, bunny tail twitched and swayed happily as she looked back at me, over her shoulder.

Placing a hand on her upper back, I pushed her forward so that her breasts and head rested on the mat while her butt stayed up in the air. I took hold of my penis by the base and rubbed her nether lips with the tip of my somewhat girthy organ. She groaned and shivered with pleasure. I wasted no time. After three or four up-and-down strokes to tease her, I pushed in the head. We have barely been inside of the alcove for fifteen or twenty seconds before I was pushing my cock down to the base. Natasha's little pussy was so hot and wet, making a subtle sloshing noise as I drove my phallus home.

“Ahh!" She squealed into the alcove, which amplifies all sounds.

“Nng-shit! Damn, you are tight, little rabbit." I say to her.

She can't even answer me. I'm quick to keep going. Thrusting hard but slow, I drive most of my shaft's length into and out of her vagina. Taking a hand away from her hips, I reach around and gently tease her clitoris with my fingertips, driving her wild. Thwap, thwap, thwap as my pelvis slams into her perfect ass, the sound muffled by her fur. We had sex like that for several minutes as I begin to grow sweaty. Her fur also starts to mat and I can smell a strange musk. It's decidedly feminine, like if you hug a woman and get a whiff of the nape of her neck or shoulder; women have a pheromone that men can sense. This musk was like that, but decidedly stronger, and I loved it.

I could also smell the scent of her vagina and lubricating juices as I fucked her, and it too was a very nice smell. I felt very masculine and “in control" as I fondled her clitoris and pummeled her pussy with my organ, eager to give her every last drop. Soon, I felt something I've managed to feel at least twice per sexual encounter with every single lover I've ever had; her loins clamped down on me like a vice and her body trembled as she orgasmed. It's a feeling that simply cannot be faked; a woman can moan “I'm cumming" all she wants, but if you have felt a real orgasm, you always know when it's genuine, and Natasha's was both genuine and powerful.

With my legs growing tired and having already pulled an orgasm out of her, I pulled me penis from her loins and laid on my side to her right. With her keeping her position, I kissed her several times before directing her to climb atop of me. She didn't disappoint and was soon straddling me like a good girl. Taking hold of my cock, she slipped me back into her vagina, sitting down on my penis as I laid on my back and watched the show. With her cream-colored fur, that ran over her groin, inner buttocks and the upper half of her inner thighs, my white-guy dick didn't stand out as much as I thought it would.

Natasha sat down until my balls pressed against and partially into her ass, squeezed a bit by her butt cheeks. I took hold of each cheek and made her ride me. She placed her clawed hands on my chest and got to work, doing it just like I wanted. It was almost too good. I smacked her ass, fondled her ample, C-cup tits and watched the bunny girl riding me hard. She couldn't even move very fast because of how much fun she was having; it was simply too hard, pardon the pun. It was the only reason I hadn't already came inside of her. After a moment, I sat up and she shifted her legs, wrapping them around my hips.

I had seen this position in a few Japanese porn videos when I was a teenager and tried it with several girlfriends/lovers and it was always amazing. It was no different here. Unable to actually bounce atop me, Natasha was left with only one way to pleasure us; she bucked and swiveled her hips, which basically rubs your penis in circles inside of her vaginal canal. It goes without saying (but I'll say it anyway) that both the male and female get a lot out of it. I could feel myself getting ready to cum, but I didn't want too yet.

We kissed like real lovers, as if we had a deep emotional bond while she rode me like her life depended on it. Ending the kisses, I stopped her and told her that I want to be on top again.

“Can I face you?" She asked so innocently.

“Of course you can. Lie on your back." I told her sweetly before kissing her again.

With a wide, toothy smile, she pulled herself from atop me and moved to my right (where I originally fucked her doggystyle) with shaky legs. Lying down on her back, I rolled and laid over her, between her legs, which were spread wide, and on my forearms and knees. I slide my hands and forearms underneath her back for my support, but also to make her feel embraced and more comfortable. It's a trick I read about in a sex guide at some point; supposedly it makes her feel like you're hugging during sex and makes it more bonding and empowering. I've always done it.

Without using hands, I bumped the head of my cock around her nether lips for a moment before finding her pussy by feel. I squeezed it back in as she clawed at my back, necking me and nuzzling my face. Natasha told me how much she's wanted this and how much she needed to have sex with me, saying it all in a way that made me wonder if she felt more than lust. In reality, I'd love to have a bunny girl like her actually give two shits about me, so in the dream I was nothing short of ecstatic. It made me fuck her even harder. I also told her that I thought she was beautiful and that I cared about her too, and it wasn't a lie. Apparently, we had some soft of actual friendship in my dream's lore.

My balls plopped against her buttocks as I rammed her hard but methodically. It's something of my trademark to not go too fast; women appreciate sensual, well-thought-out lovemaking, while a man just wants to go hard and fast so he can cum. I always go slow and steady, easing my lover carefully over her edge before I focus on myself. Necking and nuzzling me, her claws rake my flesh as I am so careful and even loving in our sexual intercourse. She looks to me with a strange glance, her brow soft and almost sad or scared. Her look speaks to me and says, “does this mean more to you than just enjoying my body? Please, for the love of God, say it does."

I kiss her lips passionately in response and then I tell her that I care about her for more than her body. She's important to me and I want her to know that. Her expression becomes joyous and she loses herself in the moment. The next few minutes of sex are the most passionate I have had in a dream or real-life, and she soon orgasms a second time. Now unable to hold out, I give her a few more pumps before fully sheathing myself inside of her. Now balls deep, I groan as I feel jet after jet shooting into her body. Natasha trembles as she lay beneath me, allowing me to cum inside her body, potentially fertilizing her eggs.

It takes us a few moments before we're ready to pull away or even look at each other. When we do, she gazes at me with a look that is as close to saying “I love you" without actually saying it. I lean in and kiss her, to ease both her mind and my own. Finally, I pull myself out of her. Looking down at her stretched out pussy, I notice that not a single drop comes out. She curls her body, resting on her elbows and glances down with a pleased, closed-mouth grin. The bunny girl is obviously very satisfied from our sex, me cumming inside of her, and even from the sight of her stretched loins; this was exactly what she wanted and needed.

After lying beside each other and simply cuddling for a few minutes, she and I crawl out from the alcove and slowly begin to dress ourselves. I somehow know that almost enough time has passed and that I still need to see that mousy human girl, whose name I no longer remember.

“So, if I get pregnant and have some green-eyed bunnies, who will I blame them on?" Natasha suddenly asks, breaking the silence.

In my macro universe, as well as in Hejira, genes splice oddly between the races. Voeldahn (called 'Sahvorai' in Hejira) and humans can and do have interracial/interspecies relationships and sex with each other, however, the way breeding works is interesting. In those stories, the race of the mother is what her children will be. In short, a horse-man could have sex with a human woman and impregnate her, but she will only have human child, albeit one with features like the father; hair to match the stallion's fur, similar eyes, a large penis, etc. An anthro/furry woman impregnated by a human will be in a similar situation. As Natasha is a bunny Voeldahn with brown fur, hair and eyes, but my eyes are green, she'd simply have bunny Voeldahn babies that would have my eyes and maybe dirty blonde hair/fur.

“Me." I tell her, zipping up and buttoning my pants. “I won't deny them."

She is clearly pleased that I'd claim her children, where she to have any as a result of what we'd just done. She throws her arms around me and kisses me, telling me that she loved this and can't wait to do it again.

“Me too." I answer her.

We walk together back to where we had met up, and Natasha veers off to go do whatever; she probably was supposed to be working, and simply returned to her station, now thoroughly satisfied. Knowing that I should keep my previously scheduled appointment, I leave to go find the human girl in her quarters, where I know that she wants to have sex with me too. I briefly worry about what I'm going to tell her, if anything. It's funny how powerful my conscience is, even in my own dreams. For a split second, I disgust myself by thinking that I won't say anything and let it play out as it would have had we not been interrupted.

I then wrestle with a dichotomy; be a good person and say “I'm with Natasha, I'm sorry" or cave into my natural male urges and have sex with her too. Leaning against a railing, I decide that I'm not enough of a pig to carry out that second option, though I honest want to. As I try to figure out how to go about option 1, wrestling with what to say, I suddenly wake up.