FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(To comment and take part in this, please go see my FurAffinity page: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7563191 )

The last Meet & Greet could be accounted a success, I suppose. I had several characters show up, particularly some who still haven't made their way into a published story. Kimmi clawed up my couch before she left, and Mally did something quite unspeakable to the shower, but otherwise I think it went pretty good.

My living room has gotten bigger since then. Everytime another story develops, everytime some random song sets off a train of thought that leads to a whole new world, everytime I figure out where one chapter should lead, a wall gets pushed back. Right now, setting out bowls of chips, it's like walking through a family restaurant, but with less tacky crap on the walls. I can't even see the ceiling any more, and now it's due to more than just Penny's presence.

"So there's HOW many people coming?" Amber is helping me set out the snacks, the little hyper-kitteh dragging a shopping cart of gigantic Cheese Doodles over to one corner.

"Uhm... thirty? Ish?"

"Spreading yourself a little thin, don't you think?"

"Hey, I didn't invite the people from my commissions, at least."

She groans and pushes the cart into place, knuckling her lower back. "And a bunch of them are macros this time?"

"They are known as 'Heavies' in their world, but-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You just wanted to have someone bigger than me."

I glance down at Amber's short pink skirt. "You could still give most of them a run for their money, you know," I say with a chuckle, "although Tina might be giving you some competition in the near future."

Amber glares, claws extending briefly. "Will she be here?"

"Shi prefers to be known as a 'shi', and yeah, shi's on the guest list."

"Snarl."

I blinked. "Did you just say the word 'snarl'?"

"No. Hiss."

The doorbell rang, and I backed slowly away from the hostile feline. I knew it was a bad idea to make someone bigger than Amber! She's far too... competitive...

Myles and DL were on time, as usual. They live right next door, so it wasn't like they had very far to go. I stepped back to welcome them, dodging the giant floofy tail with practiced ease and shaking the big human's hand. It was very strange, looking into a face that was so close to my own, but I've long since gotten used to that. DL is not the first character to have been all but cloned from my fragmented, defective DNA.

"Guys, glad you could make it."

"There's free drinks, I couldn't keep Myles out with a crowbar." Already the little fox was hugging Amber, and then dragging her over to the long oak bar I had installed recently to keep up with the demand. "Am I gonna be the only human here?"

"Well, except for me," I said.

"You don't count."

"Story of my life. Yeah, let's see... Sara's not human anymore, technically, so... yeah, yeah, I guess you are." I smiled and clapped DL on the shoulder. "Don't worry, you're one of the group."

I was heading back towards the kitchen when there was a knock at the door. Opening it up I was momentarily taken aback by the enormous bulk of the figure in the back, and then the much shorter but equally impressive curves of the fur up front. "Odella, Kenyon, pleased to see you. Please, come in."

Kenyon, a fox built on a scale that most Clydesdales would have been envious of, grinned hugely and shook my hand, tongue lolling. "Howdy! Always nice to get out for an evening," he boomed, stepping around his wife. It was a strange feeling, being dwarfed by the barrel-chested digger, but I knew he was harmless.

Odella chuckled, fingers splayed against hir lips. Shi was a coati, hir banded tail sticking straight up behind hir nearly high enough to tickle hir husband's chin, but beyond that shi needed some careful description. Hir well-cared-for travelling clothes creaked and strained around hir phenomenal bustline, outer slopes projecting so far beyond the sides of hir ribcage that I had to check again to make sure there was no-one behind hir. I blushed, remembering that the gifted curandera possessed three impressively full breasts. Farther down hir waist tapered so thin shi seemed in momentary danger of toppling over, but then hir wide, plump hips gave way to a collection of bulges that put Amber to shame, at least at the kitteh's current state. "Kenyon insisted," shi said softly, patting hir towering husband's arm.

"Where's the kits?"

"At home with a sitter," shi said, giving me a gentle hug and nearly doubling my blood pressure. "Now Kenny, remember, no drinking."

"Awww, but this isn't even really HAPPENING! Can't I have one?"

"No, it makes you far too exciteable."

"Awww."

Ramrod-straight tail twitching, Odella moved over to curiously sniff the prepackaged snacks while Kenyon tried to talk DL into sneaking some beer into his juice. I rolled my eyes, pleased that the newcomers had shown up... now I HAVE to publish their story!

The door thumped so hard in it's frame that it nearly bounced off of it's hinges, and I cringed. "I know that knock," I said, opening the enormous portal and coming face-to-sternum with Princess Kimmi.

"My lady," I said, stepping aside.

The towering and stupendously well-filled huskytaur glanced down at me, glared once, and swept past me with the grace and pomp of a thousand years of regal breeding. Hir multilayered silks swished and whispered as shi padded by, and I just sighed. "Look, I'm sorry I haven't published your story yet."

"Good," shi said in a high, sweet voice, taking in hir surroundings. Shi moved over to a small mattress-like divan and straddled it, hir dresses completely hiding it from view, and settled hir considerable bulk down onto it with an approving rumble. "We will discuss it later, you have guests to entertain."

"Well, they're mostly entertaining themselves, so far."

"You're too busy," shi said haughtily. "I understand."

"Look, don't be that way..." I started, but shi dismissed me as surely as shi would have dismissed one of hir ladies-in-waiting. "Fine. Whatever. Have some wine."

"Yo, Dissident," Amber called from the kitchens, her brassy voice filling the cavernous living room. "Got some people at the back door!"

"Let them in!" I called back, knowing who it would be. The back door was considerably larger. I pondered that specific choice of words for a moment, then shrugged. The doorbell rang again, which was a relief; we were already on page three and we had a lot of people to go!

"Amalthea!" I said, pleased to see the towering chimera standing at the door. I was staring into hir belly button, trying to keep my eyes off of the gleaming steel armor that protected hir nethers and the equally-polished breastplate that looked like little more than a metallic jogging bra. Shi was quite naked otherwise. "Come in! Soarceress, happy to see you. Bill, uhm..." I swallowed nervously, glancing around. "Bill, come on in. There's going to be a lot of people here, so just, sort of, you know... be nice, ok?"

Bill, a thick-bodied honey badger that fairly rattled and clanked under the weight his armor and weaponry, made a short growling noise and stalked past me. Soarceress, a statuesque doe with an impressive pair of antlers adorned with hundreds of clinking jewels, smiled and hugged me apologetically. Hir robes and capes were gold and purple, giving hir the gaudy appearance of a second-rate carnival psychic or perhaps a gypsy with absolutely no sense of moderation, but I knew just how well first impressions could be used to hir advantage. "Don't mind him," shi chided, watching the badger go. "You know how he is. We'll keep him in check, right, grrl?"

Amalthea nodded, baring hir fangs in a huge, friendly grin. "You bet!"

"Wow, I thought Odella was hard to describe," I laugh, watching the grrls join the party. Amalthea's head and shoulders were undeniably feline, a gorgeous lynx with a short muzzle and very lethal-looking teeth that were more often used to tear into hot dogs than flesh. The curled goat-horns were unexpected, but not entirely unappealing. Hir chest and upper arms were a darker walnut fur, and a careful observer would identify the proportions as canine, but at the elbows fur gave way to glossy purple scales, ending in long, draconian fingers tipped with heavy silver claws. Hir waist and thighs were nearly black, strong and sturdy, and at the knees slowly transitioned to shimmering white feathers and golden eagle legs, ending in silver talons. Hir tail was red and sleek, also undeniably reptilian, and the downy angelic wings sprouting from hir back could best be described as dove-like. The beaten-steel bikini-like outfit covered hir immense bosom, and hir equally immense sac and sheath, giving very few clues as to what sort of anatomy lay beneath.

"Thank God I don't have to do that again," I chuckled, watching Penny clop out from the kitchens, James smiling and waving from his permanent perch between hir breasts. The fifty-foot-tall horsegrrl waved gaily to everyone, wearing a checkered shirt tied above hir midriff and a pair of daisy-dukes that only marginally kept hir naughty bits covered.

"Ok, who else is-"

Foom.

"Right." Mally and Marshall appeared in a puff of pink smoke, and from the quite-literal flames in her eyes I knew this was going to be difficult. "Hey, Ma-"

"WHERE'S MY FUCKING STORY?"

"It's not ready yet!"

"WHY NOT?!" The luscious-bodied mouse was wearing a very uncomfortable-looking outfit made almost entirely out of rubber straps and chrome studs, and strangely enough didn't seem to actually be covering anything. I could see her nipples very clearly despite how well bound her breasts were, and her sheath and sac were bouncing free and furiously, completely exposed except for a spiked collar around her cuff.

Marshall was wearing black jeans and a Metallica t-shirt. He waved meekly.

"Well, I've been busy, and it's just not perfect yet."

"I DEMAND TO BE READ! WE DEMAND TO BE READ!"

"I'm getting to it-"

"MARSHALL NEEDS TO BE FUCKED!"

I blinked and Marshall grinned sheepishly. "I'll see what I can do."

All at once, Mally was smiled and giggles. "Good. Thanks, Dissident! Come on, Marsh, let's mingle."

"Ok."

I watched them go, sweat beading on my brow. This was getting out of hand! Already two grrls wanted to kill me, and this was all still my idea. I must be some sort of masochist. Ok, two groups to go!

The door knocked again, and I opened it to reveal an enormous crimson head, all horns and teeth and scales. "Good evening," Dirk said, tucking his wings in close and squeezing through the door. Sara walked in after, wearing a plain if daringly-cut dress and stroking Dirk's tail lovingly. Gharl, every inch as tall as Amalthea, stomped through without so much as a hello.

I hugged the other human there. "Sara, glad you could make it." I glanced down at her body and cocked my head. "Weren't you transformed?"

"You haven't published that part yet," she said sweetly, her foot connecting sharply with my shins.

"OW!"

Dirk shrugged and chuckled, climbing up onto the chandelier again while Gharl sat in a corner, sharpening his axe. Sara moved over to Kimmi, who was starting on her second wine, and from the looks they were both giving me I knew it was nothing good being discussed.

"Ok, almost done," I said, flipping through my notes. "We've got La Curandera, James and the Giant Beach, Around The Fur, Chimeriad, Kimmi, Demon Love and Amateur Heroics. What's left... Seeds Of Life. Oh no..."

The door did not survive this time. One thump and the hinges gave way, the huge oak panel falling in with a bang. The skunkette at the door lowered hir slender arm and blushed prettily. "Sorry!"

Tina moved through the now-permanent hole, revealing a long, swaying skunktaur body and an immense bushy tail that rivalled Myles's, even taking scale into account. Shi was wearing a tight white t-shirt that said 'Breeders Do It To the Extreme!' which did nothing to hide the colossal spheres of hir breasts. A quick glance beneath hir barrel, which I was helpless to resist, showed a black sheath of a size that my mind hard a hard time fully comprehending.

I blinked and peeked out the door behind hir. "What, that's it?"

"Sweetie, there's more than twenty of us," the skunkette giggled, patting me on the head. "We took a vote and decided that I would be the best one to send."

"What about Boomer?"

Tina glanced over at Penny. "I think Boomer was worried shi'd be unable to control hirself."

I nodded. "Makes sense, actually... well, ok, I guess that works. You can answer some questions about Seeds of Life, right?"

"You bet! I AM a Nobel Prize-winning xenobiologist."

"Well, that gets some expository dialogue out of the way," I laughed, watching hir go and hoping Amber didn't get any ideas.

I walked over to the huge theatre-like drapes and started the long process of opening them, revealing a window large enough to drive a jumbo jet through. "OK, boys and girls... and grrls, I suppose. It's Meet & Greet Part II time. Say hello to your fans!"