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The Rave, where you can go as wild as you want

Velantian — Wed, 28 Nov 2012 18:07:03 GMT

Velantian:

At the rave.

The old warehouse is packed. The makeshift dance floor is filled with people pounding their bodies against each other. The air is thick with the smell of wolf, the predominate species in evidence. You pop the top of the beer someone hands you, you chug it down then wade into the sea of furry bodies.

After a half an hour of frenzied dancing and thrashing a wolf takes your hand. You allow him to lead you to the edge of the dance floor.

The wolf has to stand on his toes to shout into your ear, "How about a beer, then we go to my place?"

"You really need that beer?" you reply.

He grins, his yellow eyes flash.

In his car the two of you are silent, his hand plays up and down your thigh.

Once you reach his place he dutifully shows you around, the tour ends in his bedroom.

You sit on the edge of the bed, testing the firmness of the mattress. Satisfied, you hook a finger into one of his belt loops and pull him towards you. He grins as you unbuckle his belt. You are eager to see what he has in store for you. You push down his jeans and boxers. A thick, red shaft springs out to greet you.

"Well hello there."

He shivers as you run your hand from the pointed tip back down to the fleshy knot.

He pushes you backwards on to the bed. Clothes are hastily removed and discarded. Naked, he props himself over you. His mouth meets yours. He forces his long tongue between your teeth and tests the depths of your muzzle. Your hands explore the hard muscle of his chest and his flat belly under the luxurious padding of his pelt. His hand steals down your chest, he pauses a moment to roll one of your teats between his thumb and forefinger before continuing downward to stroke the smooth flesh between your thighs. You gasp as his finger dips into your sweltering wet crease.

He dives between your legs. Your head flies back as your gasp turns into a soft coughing cry. His tongue, so recently in your mouth, glides between the folds of your labia and presses to your clit leaving a sparkling trail of wracked nerves in its wake. Your body is flooded with indescribable sensations as his long tongue teases you open. He teases with his tongue and his entire muzzle until you are gripping the sheets and crying out incoherently. Your hips thrust against his muzzle as you cum.

You look down between your legs as soon as you regain focus. The wolf is rubbing his muzzle, the fur of his face is matted and thick liquid drips from his chin.

"You almost broke my nose."

"Sorry." you giggle.

"Are all mares this messy?"

"Your first?"

He nods.

"Sorry, I should have warned you."

He shrugs. "No harm done, I'll just have to wash the sheets later is all." He licks his muzzle, and grins a big toothy grin. "And I'll need to take a shower."

He slides from between your legs and onto the floor. He stands next to the bed.

"Now, you need to get this wet."

He tastes vaguely salty as you take him in your mouth. You open wide to accommodate his knot. He shudders, his breathing becoming ragged as you slide your tongue along the bottom length of his shaft.

"Oh, yeah!" he groans as he pulls out.

He lays on top of you. You pull your legs up as you spread your thighs. He dips his head as he penetrates you. His hips hammer, hard and fast, in that way only a wolf can seem to do. You squeal as his knot plunges in, then there is a wet smacking noise as he pulls out. He sends you over the edge of orgasm faster than you have ever gone before.

"So wet, so loose." he mumbles.

Your sides are still heaving and your legs trembling as he rolls you over on your stomach.

You feel a hard pointed tip poised against the pucker of your anus.

"Hey…!" is all you manage to gasp before you feel the tip pop into your ass. You grit your teeth, you grasp two hands full of sheets. Thankfully he is well lubed. The pointed tip of his shaft glides smoothly past the hard muscular ring of your sphincter. The wolf grunts as he pumps further and further into you. Once you have overcome the shock you relax. A soft surprised moan escapes your lips. You reach between your legs, rubbing yourself as you buck against his plunging cock.

A hiss escapes your lips as his knot presses against the tight opening of your ass. You buck violently, there is a sharp stab of pain as the knot of flesh breeches your anus and slips inside of you. You feel his penis palpitate as he has his orgasm. The pain and the pleasure mingle as his seed pulses into you. Your nicker becomes a loud bray as a sudden and consuming orgasm overtakes you. The wolf howls, his hips grinding against your ass as he empties himself. He sighs. He grunts once as he pulls away. There is a quiet 'pop' as his knot pulls free. Your flanks heave with yet another orgasm as he slides out of you.

The wolf collapses across your back. His breath is hot against your neck as he pants contentedly.

You're still somewhat shocked, no one has ever stuck anything in your ass before. You're not sure if you liked it.

* [[Maybe you need to try it again.]]
* [[Not now, you have a party to get to.]]

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The Rave, where you can go as wild as you want

Velantian — Wed, 28 Nov 2012 01:42:33 GMT

Velantian: Created page with 'At the rave. The old warehouse is packed. The makeshift dance floor is filled with people pounding their bodies against each other. The air is thick with the smell of wolf, the…'

At the rave.

The old warehouse is packed. The makeshift dance floor is filled with people pounding their bodies against each other. The air is thick with the smell of wolf, the predominate species in evidence. You pop the top of the beer someone hands you, you chug it down then wade into the sea of furry bodies.

After a half an hour of frenzied dancing and thrashing a wolf takes your hand. You allow him to lead you to the edge of the dance floor.

The wolf has to stand on his toes to shout into your ear, "How about a beer, then we go to my place?"

"You really need that beer?" you reply.

He grins, his yellow eyes flash.

In his car the two of you are silent, his hand plays up and down your thigh.

Once you reach his place he dutifully shows you around, the tour ends in his bedroom.

You sit on the edge of the bed, testing the firmness of the mattress. Satisfied, you hook a finger into one of his belt loops and pull him towards you. He grins as you unbuckle his belt. You are eager to see what he has in store for you. You push down his jeans and boxers. A thick, red shaft springs out to greet you.

"Well hello there."

He shivers as you run your hand from the pointed tip back down to the fleshy knot.

He pushes you backwards on to the bed. Clothes are hastily removed and discarded. Naked, he props himself over you. His mouth meets yours. He forces his long tongue between your teeth and tests the depths of your muzzle. Your hands explore the hard muscle of his chest and his flat belly under the luxurious padding of his pelt. His hand steals down your chest, he pauses a moment to roll one of your teats between his thumb and forefinger before continuing downward to stroke the smooth flesh between your thighs. You gasp as his finger dips into your sweltering wet crease.

He dives between your legs. Your head flies back as your gasp turns into a soft coughing cry. His tongue, so recently in your mouth, glides between the folds of your labia and presses to your clit leaving a sparkling trail of wracked nerves in its wake. Your body is flooded with indescribable sensations as his long tongue teases you open. He teases with his tongue and his entire muzzle until you are gripping the sheets and crying out incoherently. Your hips thrust against his muzzle as you cum.

You look down between your legs as soon as you regain focus. The wolf is rubbing his muzzle, the fur of his face is matted and thick liquid drips from his chin.

"You almost broke my nose."

"Sorry." you giggle.

"Are all mares this messy?"

"Your first?"

He nods.

"Sorry, I should have warned you."

He shrugs. "No harm done, I'll just have to wash the sheets later is all." He licks his muzzle, and grins a big toothy grin. "And I'll need to take a shower."

He slides from between your legs and onto the floor. He stands next to the bed.

"Now, you need to get this wet."

He tastes vaguely salty as you take him in your mouth. You open wide to accommodate his knot. He shudders, his breathing becoming ragged as you slide your tongue along the bottom length of his shaft.

"Oh, yeah!" he groans as he pulls out.

He lays on top of you. You pull your legs up as you spread your thighs. He dips his head as he penetrates you. His hips hammer, hard and fast, in that way only a wolf can seem to do. You squeal as his knot plunges in, then there is a wet smacking noise as he pulls out. He sends you over the edge of orgasm faster than you have ever gone before.

"So wet, so loose." he mumbles.

Your sides are still heaving and your legs trembling as he rolls you over on your stomach.

You feel a hard pointed tip poised against the pucker of your anus.

"Hey…!" is all you manage to gasp before you feel the tip pop into your ass. You grit your teeth, you grasp two hands full of sheets. Thankfully he is well lubed. The pointed tip of his shaft glides smoothly past the hard muscular ring of your sphincter. The wolf grunts as he pumps further and further into you. Once you have overcome the shock you relax. A soft surprised moan escapes your lips. You reach between your legs, rubbing yourself as you buck against his plunging cock.

A hiss escapes your lips as his knot presses against the tight opening of your ass. You buck violently, there is a sharp stab of pain as the knot of flesh breeches your anus and slips inside of you. You feel his penis palpitate as he has his orgasm deep inside of you. The pain and the pleasure mingle as his seed pulses into you. Your nicker becomes a loud bray as a sudden and consuming orgasm overtakes you. The wolf howls, his hips grinding against your ass as he empties himself. He sighs. He grunts once as he pulls away. There is a quiet 'pop' as his knot pulls free. Your flanks heave with yet another orgasm as he slides out of you.

The wolf collapses across your back. His breath is hot against your neck as he pants contentedly.

You're still somewhat shocked, no one has ever stuck anything in your ass before. You're not sure if you liked it.

* [[Maybe you need to try it again.]]
* [[Not now, you have a party to get to.]]

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Fly to a doctor and see if this is reversible

Velantian — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 00:20:18 GMT

Velantian: Created page with 'Your first instinct is to fly directly to that damned club and take it apart killing and rending every damn mammal in the place. Then repeat the process until someone tells you w…'

Your first instinct is to fly directly to that damned club and take it
apart killing and rending every damn mammal in the place. Then repeat the process until someone tells you what the hell happened.
You reconsider. Dead mammals are not the best conversationalists.
Good snacks, but not much else.

You search through the rubble that was once your nightstand, praying
that your phone was not a casualty of your moment of rage. You find
the phone under a largish piece of dry wall. You dust it off and check
to see if it still works. You murmur a silent thanks when the phone
lights up. Searching through your contacts you find the number for
Dr. Ivanovich's office.

Impatiently you wait while the automated answering system goes dumbly
through its script. At the appropriate prompt you hit '6' to get
Dr. Ivanovich's receptionist.

"Herpetology, This is Dr. Ivanovich's office, how can I help you?"

"Hi, this is Mila Lhadish. I'd like an appointment with the doctor as
soon as possible please, preferably now."

"Hold on a second. Let me check with the doctor."

You tap your claws on the mattress as you wait.

In about a minute a loud deep voice rumbles through the phones little
speaker, "Mila! How was the hunting? Is this an emergency? Crash into
a mountain or something?" It was Dr. Ivanovich.

"Good, no, well um yes and no." you answer. Bert Ivanovich is the
best Herp in town. He's been your doctor for years, he is also a
personal friend.

Bert chuckles, "Let's see if I can parse that from dragoneese. The
hunting was good, you have a problem that may or may not be an
emergency and it doesn't have anything to do with hitting a mountain
at a high velocity, did I get it?"

That's one of the things you really like about Bert, he understands
dragons. We tend to be terse and literal. Despite the worry you
chuckle, "Yeah Bert, got it in one."

"OK, let me see..." You hear the clicking of a keyboard, "I got a
molt in the office right now, he's real cranky so let me get him out
of here and I can take you in, in, Oh say thirty minutes?"

You are flooded with relief, "Thanks, Bert, see you in thirty."

You hang up the phone. It will take you about ten minutes to fly
across town to Dr. Ivanovich's office. He doesn't have a balcony
entrance so you are going to have to go in the front and up the
elevator. You've bitched about that to him forever. You keep telling
him that someday that some irritated herp (probability you) is going
to eat an entire elevator full of innocent people. Bert just laughs,
he says it's good for herps, dragons in particular, to try to stay
socialized, whatever that means.

You check your reflection in the mirror again, looking to make sure
your scales are bright and shiny for the doctor. You
shudder as you see those, those THINGS, hanging from your chest.

You pick up your flight bag from the floor where you left it last
night. You stuff your phone into one of the zippered pockets. You
clip the two caribiners of the bag to the steel eye hooks that you had
bolted to the ridge of scales just above your left hip. You roll back
the door to the balcony and step outside. It's a beautiful day, warm,
sunny a great day for flying. Too bad you are too worried to enjoy it.

You lock the door behind you, place the key in your bag and double
check that the pockets are zippered. Not that you plan any aerobatics
but from experience you know that it's a pain to try to collect the
contents of a purse that has spilled out at three or four thousand
feet.

Climbing the railing you don't hesitate, you leap off into
space.

Wings folded back you stoop ten stories to gain some airspeed. Just
as you pass the Mitchel's place, on the seventh floor, you spread your
wings out and back. You hear that distinctive snap and feel the
membrane of your wings stretch and fill with air. You flex the tips
of your wing fingers on the right to feather the trailing end of your
wing. The idea is to send you into a tight clockwise spiral. Your
normal procedure is to catch the thermal from between 33rd and
Maple. A quick spiral to get headed south along Smithton Ave, flare
and roll at the intersection at 33rd. A little bit of wing work to
grab the thermal and done. You can gain enough altitude to glide most
of the way across town. Easy peesy, just watch out for slow pidgins.

Those breasts, those double damn breasts, jiggle and wobble just as
you complete the snap turn. Between the jiggling motion and the extra
weight your turn is far too wide. The knuckles of your right wing
fingers painfully scrape across the rough concrete of your building.
You screech in pain and instinctively draw your wing away from the
wall. You realize your mistake a micro second too late. You end up
in a roll. Frantically you try to complete the roll but those things
on your chest throw you off balance again. The ground is coming up
fast. You twist and spread your wings wide, flapping frantically to
get enough air to keep from cratering into the street. You succeed in
turning your fall into a short glide. Your claws rake the paint from
the roofs of a couple of parked cars as you try to shed some
speed. You end up landing, thankfully, on your feet.

Safe on the sidewalk you survey the damage. You lost a few scales
from your knuckles and chipped a claw. Other than that, well, any
landing you can walk away from, as they say.

The cars are another matter. Should you leave a note or something?
Looking up and down the street you don't see any witnesses. Only
mammals drive cars and right now all mammals piss you off. Fuck 'em.

You're on the street and that sucks. A dragon can't take off from
flat and level ground. You need a cliff or balcony or something. You
need some airspeed. A dragon has as much ability to take off from
flat ground as a chicken. It's funny watching a chicken try to fly,
with a dragon, it's just tragic.

You have two choices,

* [[Take a bus]]
* [[Go back upstairs to your apartment and try again]]
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Your full bosom

Velantian — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 00:12:35 GMT

Velantian:

Wait, What?

I'm a dragon dammit! I'm a sleek, aerodynamic ''reptile''! Sleek,
aerodynamic reptiles don't have bosoms!

You rush to the mirror, sure enough, to your horror, there, on either
side of your once beautiful armored chest are two large swollen
looking lumps. They can't be tit's! Beautiful reptiles like you don't
have tits!

You explore the 'bosoms' with your hands. They feel soft, kind of
squishy, you expect them to be painful to the touch, but they aren't.
They really don't feel any different than the rest of you, except for
their revolting softness and the annoying way they jiggle when you
move.

You freeze in panic, tumors! Oh, god, what if it's a cancer or
something?

Wait an minute, calm down. Take a deep breath. You have never heard of
tumors that were symmetrical like this. You inspect them closer, sure
enough, yes, dammit, nipples! You've seen these things on mammals,
dirty, hairy, smelly, disgusting mammals! Pink no less, little pink
nipples!

You roar with anger. Now you can't decide what is worse, the swollen
lumps or the obscene color clash of those awful pink nipples in the
middle of your once lovely purple and green chest. The ruined
aesthetic of your carefully polished scales offends you.
Philosophically, morally and deeply you are offended. Even when you consider how
difficult it will be to fly with these abominations swaying and
jiggling around under you, it's the offensive color pink that angers
you the most.

How did this happen? Who did this to you? When you find out they are
going to pay!

You lash your tail. A single furious twitch. Your nightstand
explodes. A four foot gash appears in the wall. Two of the wall studs
are cut, splintered, pulverized.

You force yourself to calm down. Distracted for a moment you make a
mental note to buy some drywall and spackle to fix that wall. You're
not sure how to handle the smashed wall studs though. You're a dragon
not a carpenter. No use in destroying the apartment, besides the
security deposit doesn't cover structural damage.

You kick the debris of your nightstand around until you are able to
get to the bed. You think back on the last few days. You and some of
the girls went on a hunting trip in the mountains. The thermals were
great, good soaring weather. It was bit chilly. The cold makes you
drowsy, but the cold makes the hunting challenging. Picking off
mountain goats would be too easy if it weren't for the cold. You got
two and Shelia got one. Pam and Ann, the wimps, stayed at camp, next
to the heater.

Later the four of you went to that club Ann likes. The place was
full of mammals but the UV lights were awesome. The UV really warms
you up. It felt especially good after all that the cool mountain air.
To be honest, it also didn't hurt that you were the center of
attention. Under the black light your purple scales disappeared,
replaced by a black so deep that it was like no light could escape.
Your green highlights flickered and danced like lightning above the
void. You looked like a living, breathing embodiment of a
singularity. A cosmic storm. Your red eyes sunk deep in the blackness,
pure nightmare fuel. Every eye in the place was on you. You were
simply stunning. You didn't pay for a drink all night.

Later the four of you flew home, you said good night to the girls and
you went home, alone, and to bed. No blackouts, no memory gaps. That
was all.

So it had to be something in the mountains or the club. The club!
Someone at the club slipped you something!

But what to do about it?

* [[Fly to a doctor and see if this is reversible]]
* [[Fly to the club, start breaking things and killing people]]

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[[Category: Furry World]]

Your full bosom

Velantian — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 00:08:22 GMT

Velantian:

Wait, What?

I'm a dragon dammit! I'm a sleek, aerodynamic ''reptile''! Sleek,
aerodynamic reptiles don't have bosoms!

You rush to the mirror, sure enough, to your horror, there, on either
side of your once beautiful armored chest are two large swollen
looking lumps. They can't be tit's! Beautiful reptiles like you don't
have tits!

You explore the 'bosoms' with your hands. They feel soft, kind of
squishy, you expect them to be painful to the touch, but they aren't.
They really don't feel any different than the rest of you, except for
their revolting softness and the annoying way they jiggle when you
move.

You freeze in panic, tumors! Oh, god, what if it's a cancer or
something?

Wait an minute, calm down. Take a deep breath. You have never heard of
tumors that were symmetrical like this. You inspect them closer, sure
enough, yes, dammit, nipples! You seen these things on mammals,
dirty, hairy, smelly, disgusting mammals! Pink no less, little pink
nipples!

You roar with anger. Now you can't decide what is worse, the swollen
lumps or the obscene color clash of those awful pink nipples in the
middle of your once lovely purple and green pattern. The ruined
aesthetic of your carefully polished scales offends you
philosophically, morally, deeply. Even when you consider how
difficult it will be to fly with these abominations swaying and
jiggling around under you, it's the offensive color pink that angers
you the most.

How did this happen? Who did this to you? When you find out they are
going to pay!

You lash your tail. A single furious twitch. Your nightstand
explodes. A four foot gash appears in the wall. Two of the wall studs
are cut, splintered, pulverized.

You force yourself to calm down. Distracted for a moment you make a
mental note to buy some drywall and spackle to fix that wall. You're
not sure how to handle the smashed wall studs though. You're a dragon
not a carpenter. No use in destroying the apartment, besides the
security deposit doesn't cover structural damage.

You kick the debris of your nightstand around until you are able to
get to the bed. You think back on the last few days. You and some of
the girls went on a hunting trip in the mountains. The thermals were
great, good soaring weather. It was bit chilly. The cold makes you
drowsy, but the cold makes the hunting challenging. Picking off
mountain goats would be too easy if it weren't for the cold. You got
two and Shelia got one. Pam and Ann, the wimps, stayed at camp, next
to the heater.

Later the four of you went to that club that Ann likes. The place was
full of mammals but the UV lights were awesome. The UV really warms
you up. It felt especially good after all that the cool mountain air.
To be honest, it also didn't hurt that you were the center of
attention. Under the black light your purple scales disappeared,
replaced by a black so deep that it was like no light could escape.
Your green highlights flickered and danced like lightning above the
void. You looked like a living, breathing embodiment of a
singularity. A cosmic storm. Your red eyes sunk deep in the blackness,
pure nightmare fuel. Every eye in the place was on you. You were
simply stunning. You didn't pay for a drink all night.

Later the four of you flew home, you said good night to the girls and
you went home, alone, and to bed. No blackouts, no memory gaps. That
was all.

So it had to be something in the mountains or the club. The club!
Someone at the club slipped you something!

But what to do about it?

* [[Fly to a doctor and see if this is reversible]]
* [[Fly to the club, start breaking things and killing people]]

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[[Category: Furry World]]

Your full bosom

Velantian — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 00:07:28 GMT

Velantian: Created page with 'Wait, What? I'm a dragon dammit! I'm a sleek, aerodynamic reptile! Sleek, aerodynamic reptiles don't have bosoms! You rush to the mirror, sure enough, to your horror, the…'

Wait, What?

I'm a dragon dammit! I'm a sleek, aerodynamic reptile! Sleek,
aerodynamic reptiles don't have bosoms!

You rush to the mirror, sure enough, to your horror, there, on either
side of your once beautiful armored chest are two large swollen
looking lumps. They can't be tit's! Beautiful reptiles like you don't
have tits!

You explore the 'bosoms' with your hands. They feel soft, kind of
squishy, you expect them to be painful to the touch, but they aren't.
They really don't feel any different than the rest of you, except for
their revolting softness and the annoying way they jiggle when you
move.

You freeze in panic, tumors! Oh, god, what if it's a cancer or
something?

Wait an minute, calm down. Take a deep breath. You have never heard of
tumors that were symmetrical like this. You inspect them closer, sure
enough, yes, dammit, nipples! You seen these things on mammals,
dirty, hairy, smelly, disgusting mammals! Pink no less, little pink
nipples!

You roar with anger. Now you can't decide what is worse, the swollen
lumps or the obscene color clash of those awful pink nipples in the
middle of your once lovely purple and green pattern. The ruined
aesthetic of your carefully polished scales offends you
philosophically, morally, deeply. Even when you consider how
difficult it will be to fly with these abominations swaying and
jiggling around under you, it's the offensive color pink that angers
you the most.

How did this happen? Who did this to you? When you find out they are
going to pay!

You lash your tail. A single furious twitch. Your nightstand
explodes. A four foot gash appears in the wall. Two of the wall studs
are cut, splintered, pulverized.

You force yourself to calm down. Distracted for a moment you make a
mental note to buy some drywall and spackle to fix that wall. You're
not sure how to handle the smashed wall studs though. You're a dragon
not a carpenter. No use in destroying the apartment, besides the
security deposit doesn't cover structural damage.

You kick the debris of your nightstand around until you are able to
get to the bed. You think back on the last few days. You and some of
the girls went on a hunting trip in the mountains. The thermals were
great, good soaring weather. It was bit chilly. The cold makes you
drowsy, but the cold makes the hunting challenging. Picking off
mountain goats would be too easy if it weren't for the cold. You got
two and Shelia got one. Pam and Ann, the wimps, stayed at camp, next
to the heater.

Later the four of you went to that club that Ann likes. The place was
full of mammals but the UV lights were awesome. The UV really warms
you up. It felt especially good after all that the cool mountain air.
To be honest, it also didn't hurt that you were the center of
attention. Under the black light your purple scales disappeared,
replaced by a black so deep that it was like no light could escape.
Your green highlights flickered and danced like lightning above the
void. You looked like a living, breathing embodiment of a
singularity. A cosmic storm. Your red eyes sunk deep in the blackness,
pure nightmare fuel. Every eye in the place was on you. You were
simply stunning. You didn't pay for a drink all night.

Later the four of you flew home, you said good night to the girls and
you went home, alone, and to bed. No blackouts, no memory gaps. That
was all.

So it had to be something in the mountains or the club. The club!
Someone at the club slipped you something!

But what to do about it?

* [[Fly to a doctor and see if this is reversible]]
* [[Fly to the club, start breaking things and killing people]]

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[[Category: Furry World]]

Head home for a shower and nap

Velantian — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 23:46:46 GMT

Velantian:

Your in season induced lust quenched for the moment you decide to head
home for a shower and a quick nap.

You smile distractedly during the entire uneventful walk home. At
your flat you dig the keys out of your purse. The door is already
unlocked. Your flatmate Ginger must be home.

"Hello?" you call out as you open the door.

Ginger grunts an acknowledgment from the sitting room. As you hang
your keys up on the hook next to the door Ginger looks up at you from
the couch. She had been reading a magazine and sipping from a cup, it
smells like tea from here. Gingers nostrils flare. With a grimace
she waves her hand in front of her muzzle. "Go take a shower, you
smell like the locker room floor at a whorehouse."

"I intend to, thanks for the heads up." You flip your middle finger at
her as soon as you are sure that she can't see you. Leave it to that
skinny ass Palomino to ruin a perfectly good mood.

Ginger's comment makes you aware of the musky smell of sweat and semen
that seems to surround you. You hurry into the shower. Not only does
the hot shower feel good, it also seems to take forever for all the
little reminders of your afternoon with Reggie to dribble down your
inner thighs to be washed down the drain. You take your time.

Out of the shower, your fur still damp, you wrap yourself in a fluffy
robe and flop down on your bed. Feeling warm, clean and relaxed you
instantly doze off.

It's dark when you wake up. You check the clock on your
nightstand. It's ten thirty. Perfect, you have plenty of time to run
a curry comb through your fur, dress and head out to the bar and meet
Penny.

It takes you less than fifteen minutes to get brushed and dressed.
You mane is still a bit of a mess but what the heck, bed head is
always in right? In a good mood you trot down the stairs, the
apartment is dark and you don't see Gingers keys on the hook. With
any luck she'll be out all night and you and Penny can have the
place to yourselves later.

You lock up and head to the bar, you get there just a little past
eleven. Plenty of time for some drinking and picking up guys before
Penny gets off work.

At the bar you are amazed at the number of equines. You haven't seen
this many in one place since you left home. You know one or two of
them but most are complete strangers and, bonus, almost all of them
are stallions! It's wonderful, it looks and smells just like home.

A large Bay Hunter surrounded by an entourage of smaller stallions
eyes you up from the bar. He motions to you from his seat. You glace
around him to see if Penny is behind the bar. No Penny, but you
recognize the scarred up old yellow feline, Rigger, the owner, pouring
drinks.

You wade through the herd in the general direction of the Hunter.
He's almost as big as you and kind of cute. No hurry though, your
afternoon with the little zebra took the edge off, you can afford to
be picky.

A little Palomino and a Gray make room for you at the bar next to the
Hunter. The Hunter whistles, "Well, you were sure worth waiting for!
Welcome to the party!" He pats the bar stool recently vacated by the
Palomino. "Hey, Cat! Whatever the lady wants it's on me!"

You wince, Rigger is pretty calm for a feline, but he's still a
Puma. From the stories Penny tells you're pretty sure Rigger didn't
get that eye patch and those scars from falling out of bed. Rigger
notices your wince, he shrugs and winks his remaining large yellow
eye.

"What will the..." Rigger coughs, "...gentleman get you Kayde?" Rigger
motions to a bottle with his chin. As you follow his lead you see that
he's motioning to a bottle of fifty year old single malt scotch. Your
eyes widen, Rigger flashes a grins and nods almost imperceptibly.
"I'll have some of that Bruichladdich if you please Rigger." You put your
hand to your muzzle to stifle a giggle.

"Very good ma'am, A double?" Rigger drawls, deadpan. It's all you can do
to keep from bursting into laughter. Cats have such a nasty sense
of humor. You figure it's better that Rigger takes a bite out the
guys wallet rather than a bite out of his juggler.

"Please."

Rigger carefully pours a double into a glass and adds just the correct
amount of cold water, no ice, just the way you like it. He hands it to
the Hunter. Unaware, the Hunter then hands you the glass, five hundred
and fifty dollars worth of booze. Rigger knows his scotch. That's one
reason you are so fond of him.

You sit down and sip your drink. The Hunter's hand lands on your knee
and begins a slow creep up your thigh. You figure what the heck,
twelve hours ago or so you'd already be in his car, or something,
humping his brains out. Giving the guy a little feel was no big deal, after
all he did just buy you a glass of one the most expensive scotches in the world.

The Hunters grope is interrupted.

"Kayde!" Penny squeals. She throws her arms around you and gives you a
big hug. "I thought you'd never show up. I called and called but you
never answered."

"Sorry, I left my phone at work." Actually your phone is in your
purse. You turned it off as you were taking off your clothes in the
office and never thought to turn it back on. Grinning at the memory
you wonder how many other messages have you missed?

Penny slaps at a hand tugging at her tail. "Winston!"

The Hunter, Winston laughs, "God, how lucky can a guy get, two mares,
no waiting." Winston must be drunker than you thought, he's slurring
his words.

You glance behind the bar to see what Rigger was up to, luckily he was
busy at the other end. Rigger is not fond of customers feeling up his
help. You see a movement out of the corner of your eye, a thin
Palomino mare in an expensive looking little black dress just walked
in the door. "Oh great", you mutter under your breath. It's Ginger,
figures she would show up and ruin your night.

Ignoring Ginger for the moment, you cock an eyebrow in Penny's
direction, "Winston? Is he one of yours?"

Penny laughs, "Yeah, in a way, it's Winston's party, he's getting
married!"

You frown despite yourself, "Married? People still do that?"

Penny shrugs, Winston mutters. "Yeah, I'm getting married, it's
more of a financial transaction than anything really." Winston presses
his muzzle close to your face, blowing alcohol fumes up your nose. "My
family has lots of money and no land, her family has lots of land and
no money." Winston snorts, "A match made in heaven I tell you."
Winston downs a shot and wipes his muzzle with the back of his
hand. "Everyone gets what they want and all I have to do is knock up a
skinny ass mare."

A couple of the stallions at the bar chuckle. The Palomino stallion
frowns and clenches his glass so hard you are afraid that it's going
to break. The really big guy, a cold blood, Percheron or something
like that, gets a mean glint in his eye as he glances down at Winston.

You are suddenly uncomfortable.

Winston grabs you around the waist and buries his muzzle against your
neck. "I much rather stick my dick in a nice juicy filly like you, I
wouldn't mind knocking you up..." he pauses to slap Penny on the rear,
"or our little friend Penny here. Hell I'd fuck just 'bout anyone..." Winston mumbles something, "that frigid, bony nag
Gin..."

A sound like a shot rings in your ears, Winston's head rocks to the
side. Ginger is standing in front of you, quivering with rage, shaking
the sting from the hand that just slapped Winston.

"Frigid...bony...NAG!"

"Shit." Winston whispers, so quiet, but he could be heard clearly in
every corner of the now silent bar.

Ginger slaps him again, "Fuck you Winston." She spins on her heel and
storms out of the bar.

"Winston, you'd better fix this..." The Percheron's huge hand drops
onto Winston's shoulder so hard that Winston is nearly knocked off his
stool.

"Shit" Winston mutters again. He drains his shot glass as he dashes
out the door.

Within five minutes most of the bar had emptied out quietly behind him.

Rigger gives Penny a questioning glance. Penny shrugs, "No problem
Boss, most of it was paid up front and I have an account number for
the rest."

Rigger grins, "Cool." He takes the bottle of Bruichladdich down from the
shelf, "Want another Kayde?"

Like I said, cats have a mean, nasty sense of humor.

You and Penny huddle up at the bar. You with your second five hundred dollar
scotch and Penny with a beer.

"So, sorry, P" you begin, "no pick and pluck tonight I'm afraid."

Penny shrugs, "So'kay, Kay. So, was that really your roomie? The
Palomino who slapped Winston silly?"

"Yeah" you grimace.

"She didn't look skinny, I thought she was kind of sexy."

* [[Ginger may be a pain but she shouldn't be alone tonight]]
* [[Hang at the bar...home is going to be toxic for awhile]]

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Head home for a shower and nap

Velantian — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 23:40:55 GMT

Velantian:

Your in season induced lust quenched for the moment you decide to head
home for a shower and a quick nap.

You smile distractedly during the entire uneventful walk home. At
your flat you dig the keys out of your purse. The door is already
unlocked. Your flatmate Ginger must be home.

"Hello?" you call out as you open the door.

Ginger grunts an acknowledgment from the sitting room. As you hang
your keys up on the hook next to the door Ginger looks up at you from
the couch. She had been reading a magazine and sipping from a cup, it
smells like tea from here. Gingers nostrils flare. With a grimace
she waves her hand in front of her muzzle. "Go take a shower, you
smell like the locker room floor at a whorehouse."

"I intend to, thanks for the heads up." You flip your middle finger at
her as soon as you are sure that she can't see you. Leave it to that
skinny ass Palomino to ruin a perfectly good mood.

Ginger's comment makes you aware of the musky smell of sweat and semen
that seems to surround you. You hurry into the shower. Not only does
the hot shower feel good, it also seems to take forever for all the
little reminders of your afternoon with Reggie to dribble down your
inner thighs to be washed down the drain. You take your time.

Out of the shower, your fur still damp, you wrap yourself in a fluffy
robe and flop down on your bed. Feeling warm, clean and relaxed you
instantly doze off.

It's dark when you wake up. You check the clock on your
nightstand. It's ten thirty. Perfect, you have plenty of time to run
a curry comb through your fur, dress and head out to the bar and meet
Penny.

It takes you less than fifteen minutes to get brushed and dressed.
You mane is still a bit of a mess but what the heck, bed head is
always in right? In a good mood you trot down the stairs, the
apartment is dark and you don't see Gingers keys on the hook. With
any luck she'll be out all night and you and Penny can have the
place to yourselves later.

You lock up and head to the bar, you get there just a little past
eleven. Plenty of time for some drinking and picking up guys before
Penny gets off work.

At the bar you are amazed at the number of equines. You haven't seen
this many in one place since you left home. You know one or two of
them but most are complete strangers and, bonus, almost all of them
are stallions! It's wonderful, it looks and smells just like home.

A large Bay Hunter surrounded by an entourage of smaller stallions
eyes you up from the bar. He motions to you from his seat. You glace
around him to see if Penny is behind the bar. No Penny, but you
recognize the scarred up old yellow feline, Rigger, the owner, pouring
drinks.

You wade through the herd in the general direction of the Hunter.
He's almost as big as you and kind of cute. No hurry though, your
afternoon with the little zebra took the edge off, you can afford to
be picky.

A little Palomino and a Gray make room for you at the bar next to the
Hunter. The Hunter whistles, "Well, you were sure worth waiting for!
Welcome to the party!" He pats the bar stool recently vacated by the
Palomino. "Hey, Cat! Whatever the lady wants it's on me!"

You wince, Rigger is pretty calm for a feline, but he's still a
Puma. From the stories Penny tells you're pretty sure Rigger didn't
get that eye patch and those scars from falling out of bed. Rigger
notices your wince, he shrugs and winks his remaining large yellow
eye.

"What will the..." Rigger coughs, "...gentleman get you Kayde?" Rigger
motions to a bottle with his chin. As you follow his lead you see that
he's motioning to a bottle of fifty year old single malt scotch. Your
eyes widen, Rigger flashes a grins and nods almost imperceptibly.
"I'll have some of that Bruichladdich if you please Rigger." You put your
hand to your muzzle to stifle a giggle.

"Very good ma'am, A double?" Rigger drawls, deadpan. It's all you can do
to keep from bursting into laughter. Cats have such a nasty sense
of humor. You figure it's better that Rigger takes a bite out the
guys wallet rather than a bite out of his juggler.

"Please."

Rigger carefully pours a double into a glass and adds just the correct
amount of cold water, no ice, just the way you like it. He hands it to
the Hunter. Unaware, the Hunter then hands you the glass, five hundred
and fifty dollars worth of booze. Rigger knows his scotch. That's one
reason you are so fond of him.

You sit down and sip your drink. The Hunter's hand lands on your knee
and begins a slow creep up your thigh. You figure what the heck,
twelve hours ago or so you'd already be in his car, or something,
humping his brains out. Giving the guy a little feel was no big deal, after
all he did just buy you a glass of one the most expensive scotches in the world.

The Hunters grope is interrupted.

"Kayde!" Penny squeals. She throws her arms around you and gives you a
big hug. "I thought you'd never show up. I called and called but you
never answered."

"Sorry, I left my phone at work." Actually your phone is in your
purse. You turned it off as you were taking off your clothes in the
office and never thought to turn it back on. Grinning at the memory
you wonder how many other messages have you missed?

Penny slaps at a hand tugging at her tail. "Winston!"

The Hunter, Winston laughs, "God, how lucky can a guy get, two mares,
no waiting." Winston must be drunker than you thought, he's slurring
his words.

You glance behind the bar to see what Rigger was up to, luckily he was
busy at the other end. Rigger is not fond of customers feeling up his
help. You see a movement out of the corner of your eye, a thin
Palomino mare in an expensive looking little black dress just walked
in the door. "Oh great", you mutter under your breath. It's Ginger,
figures she would show up and ruin your night.

Ignoring Ginger for the moment, you cock an eyebrow in Penny's
direction, "Winston? Is he one of yours?"

Penny laughs, "Yeah, in a way, it's Winston's party, he's getting
married!"

You frown despite yourself, "Married? People still do that?"

Penny shrugs, Winston mutters. "Yeah, I'm getting married, it's
more of a financial transaction than anything really." Winston presses
his muzzle close to your face, blowing alcohol fumes up your nose. "My
family has lots of money and no land, her family has lots of land and
no money." Winston snorts, "A match made in heaven I tell you."
Winston downs a shot and wipes his muzzle with the back of his
hand. "Everyone gets what they want and all I have to do is knock up a
skinny ass mare."

A couple of the stallions at the bar chuckle. The Palomino stallion
frowns and clenches his glass so hard you are afraid that it's going
to break. The really big guy, a cold blood, Percheron or something
like that, gets a mean glint in his eye as he glances down at Winston.

You are suddenly uncomfortable.

Winston grabs you around the waist and buries his muzzle against your
neck. "I much rather stick my dick in a nice juicy filly like you, I
wouldn't mind knocking you up..." he pauses to slap Penny on the rear,
"or our little friend Penny here. Hell I'd fuck just 'bout anyone except that frigid, bony nag
Gin..."

A sound like a shot rings in your ears, Winston's head rocks to the
side. Ginger is standing in front of you, quivering with rage, shaking
the sting from the hand that just slapped Winston.

"Frigid...bony...NAG!"

"Shit." Winston whispers, so quiet, but he could be heard clearly in
every corner of the now quiet bar.

Ginger slaps him again, "Fuck you Winston." She spins on her heel and
storms out of the bar.

"Winston, you'd better fix this..." The Percheron's huge hand drops
onto Winston's shoulder so hard that Winston is nearly knocked off his
stool.

"Shit" Winston mutters again. He drains his shot glass as he dashes
out the door.

Within five minutes most of the bar had emptied quietly behind him.

Rigger gives Penny a questioning glance. Penny shrugs, "No problem
Boss, most of it was paid up front and I have an account number for
the rest."

Rigger grins, "Cool." He takes the bottle of Bruichladdich down from the
shelf, "Want another Kayde?"

Like I said, cats have a mean sense of humor.

You and Penny huddle up at the bar. You with your five hundred dollar
scotch and Penny with a beer.

"So, sorry, P" you begin, "no pick and pluck tonight I'm afraid."

Penny shrugs, "So'kay, Kay. So, was that really your roomie? The
Palomino who slapped Winston silly?"

"Yeah" you grimace.

"She didn't look skinny, I thought she was kind of sexy."

* [[Ginger may be a pain but she shouldn't be alone]]
* [[Hang at the bar...home is going to be toxic for awhile]]

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Head home for a shower and nap

Velantian — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 23:36:27 GMT

Velantian:

Your in season induced lust quenched for the moment you decide to head
home for a shower and a quick nap.

You smile distractedly during the entire uneventful walk home. At
your flat you dig the keys out of your purse. The door is already
unlocked. Your flatmate Ginger must be home.

"Hello?" you call out as you open the door.

Ginger grunts an acknowledgment from the sitting room. As you hang
your keys up on the hook next to the door Ginger looks up at you from
the couch. She had been reading a magazine and sipping from a cup, it
smells like tea from here. Gingers nostrils flare. With a grimace
she waves her hand in front of her muzzle. "Go take a shower, you
smell like the locker room floor at a whorehouse."

"I intend to, thanks for the heads up." You flip your middle finger at
her as soon as you are sure that she can't see you. Leave it to that
skinny ass Palomino to ruin a perfectly good mood.

Ginger's comment makes you aware of the musky smell of sweat and semen
that seems to surround you. You hurry into the shower. Not only does
the hot shower feel good, it also seems to take forever for all the
little reminders of your afternoon with Reggie to dribble down your
inner thighs to be washed down the drain. You take your time.

Out of the shower, your fur still damp, you wrap yourself in a fluffy
robe and flop down on your bed. Feeling warm, clean and relaxed you
instantly doze off.

It's dark when you wake up. You check the clock on your
nightstand. It's ten thirty. Perfect, you have plenty of time to run
a curry comb through your fur, dress and head out to the bar and meet
Penny.

It takes you less than fifteen minutes to get brushed and dressed.
You mane is still a bit of a mess but what the heck, bed head is
always in right? In a good mood you trot down the stairs, the
apartment is dark and you don't see Gingers keys on the hook. With
any luck she'll be out all night and you and Penny can have the
place to yourselves later.

You lock up and head to the bar, you get there just a little past
eleven. Plenty of time for some drinking and picking up guys before
Penny gets off work.

At the bar you are amazed at the number of equines. You haven't seen
this many in one place since you left home. You know one or two of
them but most are complete strangers and, bonus, almost all of them
are stallions! It's wonderful, it looks and smells just like home.

A large Bay Hunter surrounded by an entourage of smaller stallions
eyes you up from the bar. He motions to you from his seat. You glace
around him to see if Penny is behind the bar. No Penny, but you
recognize the scarred up old yellow feline, Rigger, the owner, pouring
drinks.

You wade through the herd in the general direction of the Hunter.
He's almost as big as you and kind of cute. No hurry though, your
afternoon with the little zebra took the edge off, you can afford to
be picky.

A little Palomino and a Gray make room for you at the bar next to the
Hunter. The Hunter whistles, "Well, you were sure worth waiting for!
Welcome to the party!" He pats the bar stool recently vacated by the
Palomino. "Hey, Cat! Whatever the lady wants it's on me!"

You wince, Rigger is pretty calm for a feline, but he's still a
Puma. From the stories Penny tells you're pretty sure Rigger didn't
get that eye patch and those scars from falling out of bed. Rigger
notices your wince, he shrugs and winks his remaining large yellow
eye.

"What will the..." Rigger coughs, "...gentleman get you Kayde?" Rigger
motions to a bottle with his chin. As you follow his lead you see that
he's motioning to a bottle of fifty year old single malt scotch. Your
eyes widen, Rigger flashes a grins and nods almost imperceptibly.
"I'll have some of that Bruichladdich if you please Rigger." You put your
hand to your muzzle to stifle a giggle.

"Very good ma'am, A double?" Rigger drawls, deadpan. It's all you can do
to keep from bursting into laughter. Cats have such a nasty sense
of humor. You figure it's better that Rigger takes a bite out the
guys wallet rather than a bite out of his juggler.

"Please."

Rigger carefully pours a double into a glass and adds just the correct
amount of cold water, no ice, just the way you like it. He hands it to
the Hunter. Unaware, the Hunter then hands you the glass, five hundred
and fifty dollars worth of booze. Rigger knows his scotch. That's one
reason you are so fond of him.

You sit down and sip your drink. The Hunter's hand lands on your knee
and begins a slow creep up your thigh. You figure what the heck,
twelve hours ago or so you'd already be in his car, or something,
humping his brains out. Giving the guy a little feel was no big deal, after
all he did just buy you a glass of one the most expensive scotches in the world.

The Hunters grope is interrupted.

"Kayde!" Penny squeals. She throws her arms around you and gives you a
big hug. "I thought you'd never show up. I called and called but you
never answered."

"Sorry, I left my phone at work." Actually your phone is in your
purse. You turned it off as you were taking off your clothes in the
office and never thought to turn it back on. Grinning at the memory
you wonder how many other messages have you missed?

Penny slaps at a hand tugging at her tail. "Winston!"

The Hunter, Winston laughs, "God, how lucky can a guy get, two mares,
no waiting." Winston must be drunker than you thought, he's slurring
his words.

You glance behind the bar to see what Rigger was up to, luckily he was
busy at the other end. Rigger is not fond of customers feeling up his
help. You see a movement out of the corner of your eye, a thin
Palomino mare in an expensive looking little black dress just walked
in the door. "Oh great", you mutter under your breath. It's Ginger,
figures she would show up and ruin your night.

Ignoring Ginger for the moment, you cock an eyebrow in Penny's
direction, "Winston? Is he one of yours?"

Penny laughs, "Yeah, in a way, it's Winston's party, he's getting
married!"

You frown despite yourself, "Married? People still do that?"

Penny shrugs, Winston mutters. "Yeah, I'm getting married, it's
more of a financial transaction than anything really." Winston presses
his muzzle close to your face, blowing alcohol fumes up your nose. "My
family has lots of money and no land, her family has lots of land and
no money." Winston snorts, "A match made in heaven I tell you."
Winston downs a shot and wipes his muzzle with the back of his
hand. "Everyone gets what they want and all I have to do is knock up a
single mare."

A couple of the stallions at the bar chuckle. The Palomino stallion
frowns and clenches his glass so hard you are afraid that it's going
to break. The really big guy, a cold blood, Percheron or something
like that, gets a mean glint in his eye as he glances down at Winston.

You are suddenly uncomfortable.

Winston grabs you around the waist and buries his muzzle against your
neck. "I much rather stick my dick in a nice juicy filly like you, I
would mind knocking you up..." he pauses to slap Penny on the rear,
"or our little friend Penny. Hell anyone except that frigid, bony nag
Gin..."

A sound like a shot rings in your ears, Winston's head rocks to the
side. Ginger is standing in front of you, quivering with rage, shaking
the sting from the hand that just slapped Winston.

"Frigid...bony...NAG!"

"Shit." Winston whispers, so quiet, but he could be heard clearly in
every corner of the now quiet bar.

Ginger slaps him again, "Fuck you Winston." She spins on her heel and
storms out of the bar.

"Winston, you'd better fix this..." The Percheron's huge hand drops
onto Winston's shoulder so hard that Winston is nearly knocked off his
stool.

"Shit" Winston mutters again. He drains his shot glass as he dashes
out the door.

Within five minutes most of the bar had emptied quietly behind him.

Rigger gives Penny a questioning glance. Penny shrugs, "No problem
Boss, most of it was paid up front and I have an account number for
the rest."

Rigger grins, "Cool." He takes the bottle of Bruichladdich down from the
shelf, "Want another Kayde?"

Like I said, cats have a mean sense of humor.

You and Penny huddle up at the bar. You with your five hundred dollar
scotch and Penny with a beer.

"So, sorry, P" you begin, "no pick and pluck tonight I'm afraid."

Penny shrugs, "So'kay, Kay. So, was that really your roomie? The
Palomino who slapped Winston silly?"

"Yeah" you grimace.

"She didn't look skinny, I thought she was kind of sexy."

* [[Ginger may be a pain but she shouldn't be alone]]
* [[Hang at the bar...home is going to be toxic for awhile]]

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[[Category: Furry World]]

Head home for a shower and nap

Velantian — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 23:27:53 GMT

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Your in season induced lust quenched for the moment you decide to head
home for a shower and a quick nap.

You smile distractedly during the entire uneventful walk home. At
your flat you dig the keys out of your purse. The door is already
unlocked. Your flatmate Ginger must be home.

"Hello?" you call out as you open the door.

Ginger grunts an acknowledgment from the sitting room. As you hang
your keys up on the hook next to the door Ginger looks up at you from
the couch. She had been reading a magazine and sipping from a cup, it
smells like tea from here. Gingers nostrils flare. With a grimace
she waves her hand in front of her muzzle. "Go take a shower, you
smell like the locker room floor at a whorehouse."

"I intend to, thanks for the heads up." You flip your middle finger at
her as soon as you are sure that she can't see you. Leave it to that
skinny ass Palomino to ruin a perfectly good mood.

Ginger's comment makes you aware of the musky smell of sweat and semen
that seems to surround you. You hurry into the shower. Not only does
the hot shower feel good, it also seems to take forever for all the
little reminders of your afternoon with Reggie to dribble down your
inner thighs to be washed down the drain. You take your time.

Out of the shower, your fur still damp, you wrap yourself in a fluffy
robe and flop down on your bed. Feeling warm, clean and relaxed you
instantly doze off.

It's dark when you wake up. You check the clock on your
nightstand. It's ten thirty. Perfect, you have plenty of time to run
a curry comb through your fur, dress and head out to the bar and meet
Penny.

It takes you less than fifteen minutes to get brushed and dressed.
You mane is still a bit of a mess but what the heck, bed head is
always in right? In a good mood you trot down the stairs, the
apartment is dark and you don't see Gingers keys on the hook. With
any luck she'll be out all night and you and Penny can have the
place to yourselves later.

You lock up and head to the bar, you get there just a little past
eleven. Plenty of time for some drinking and picking up guys before
Penny gets off work.

At the bar you are amazed at the number of equines. You haven't seen
this many in one place since you left home. You know one or two of
them but most are complete strangers and, bonus, almost all of them
are stallions! It's wonderful, it looks and smells just like home.

A large Bay Hunter surrounded by an entourage of smaller stallions
eyes you up from the bar. He motions to you from his seat. You glace
around him to see if Penny is behind the bar. No Penny, but you
recognize the scarred up old yellow feline, Rigger, the owner, pouring
drinks.

You wade through the herd in the general direction of the Hunter.
He's almost as big as you and kind of cute. No hurry though, your
afternoon with the little zebra took the edge off, you can afford to
be picky.

A little Palomino and a Gray make room for you at the bar next to the
Hunter. The Hunter whistles, "Well, you were sure worth waiting for!
Welcome to the party!" He pats the bar stool recently vacated by the
Palomino. "Hey, Cat! Whatever the lady wants it's on me!"

You wince, Rigger is pretty calm for a feline, but he's still a
Puma. From the stories Penny tells you're pretty sure Rigger didn't
get that eye patch and those scars from falling out of bed. Rigger
notices your wince, he shrugs and winks his remaining large yellow
eye.

"What will the..." Rigger coughs, "...gentleman get you Kayde?" Rigger
motions to a bottle with his chin. As you follow his lead you see that
he's motioning to a bottle of fifty year old single malt scotch. Your
eyes widen, Rigger flashes a grins and nods almost imperceptibly.
"I'll have some of that Bruichladdich if you please Rigger." You put your
hand to your muzzle to stifle a giggle.

"Very good mam, A double?" Rigger deadpans. It's all you can do
to keep from bursting out in laughter. Cats have such a nasty sense
of humor. You figure it's better that Rigger takes a bite out the
guys wallet rather than a bite out of his juggler.

"Please."

Rigger carefully pours a double into a glass and adds just the correct
amount of cold water, no ice, just the way you like it. He hands it to
the Hunter. Unaware, the Hunter then hands you the glass, five hundred
and fifty dollars worth of booze. Rigger knows his scotch. That's one
reason you are so fond of him.

You sit down and sip your drink. The Hunter's hand lands on your knee
and begins a slow creep up your thigh. You figure what the heck,
twelve hours ago or so you'd already be in his car, or something,
humping his brains out. Giving the guy a little feel was no big deal.

"Kayde!" Penny squeals. She throws her arms around you and gives you a
big hug. "I thought you'd never show up. I called and called but you
never answered."

"Sorry, I left my phone at work." Actually your phone is in your
purse. You turned it off as you were taking off your clothes in the
office and never thought to turn it back on. Grinning at the memory
you wonder how many other messages have you missed?

Penny slaps at a hand tugging at her tail. "Winston!"

The Hunter, Winston laughs, "God, how lucky can a guy get, two mares,
no waiting." Winston must be drunker than you thought, he's slurring
his words.

You glance behind the bar to see what Rigger was up to, luckily he was
busy at the other end. Rigger is not fond of customers feeling up his
help. You see a movement out of the corner of your eye, a thin
Palomino mare in an expensive looking little black dress just walked
in the door. "Oh great", you mutter under your breath. It's Ginger,
figures she would show up and ruin your night.

Ignoring Ginger for the moment, you cock an eyebrow in Penny's
direction, "Winston? Is he one of yours?"

Penny laughs, "Yeah, in a way, it's Winston's party, he's getting
married!"

You frown despite yourself, "Married? People still do that?"

Penny shrugs, Winston mutters. "Yeah, I'm getting married, it's
more of a financial transaction than anything really." Winston presses
his muzzle close to your face, blowing alcohol fumes up your nose. "My
family has lots of money and no land, her family has lots of land and
no money." Winston snorts, "A match made in heaven I tell you."
Winston downs a shot and wipes his muzzle with the back of his
hand. "Everyone gets what they want and all I have to do is knock up a
single mare."

A couple of the stallions at the bar chuckle. The Palomino stallion
frowns and clenches his glass so hard you are afraid that it's going
to break. The really big guy, a cold blood, Percheron or something
like that, gets a mean glint in his eye as he glances down at Winston.

You are suddenly uncomfortable.

Winston grabs you around the waist and buries his muzzle against your
neck. "I much rather stick my dick in a nice juicy filly like you, I
would mind knocking you up..." he pauses to slap Penny on the rear,
"or our little friend Penny. Hell anyone except that frigid, bony nag
Gin..."

A sound like a shot rings in your ears, Winston's head rocks to the
side. Ginger is standing in front of you, quivering with rage, shaking
the sting from the hand that just slapped Winston.

"Frigid...bony...NAG!"

"Shit." Winston whispers, so quiet, but he could be heard clearly in
every corner of the now quiet bar.

Ginger slaps him again, "Fuck you Winston." She spins on her heel and
storms out of the bar.

"Winston, you'd better fix this..." The Percheron's huge hand drops
onto Winston's shoulder so hard that Winston is nearly knocked off his
stool.

"Shit" Winston mutters again. He drains his shot glass as he dashes
out the door.

Within five minutes most of the bar had emptied quietly behind him.

Rigger gives Penny a questioning glance. Penny shrugs, "No problem
Boss, most of it was paid up front and I have an account number for
the rest."

Rigger grins, "Cool." He takes the bottle of Bruichladdich down from the
shelf, "Want another Kayde?"

Like I said, cats have a mean sense of humor.

You and Penny huddle up at the bar. You with your five hundred dollar
scotch and Penny with a beer.

"So, sorry, P" you begin, "no pick and pluck tonight I'm afraid."

Penny shrugs, "So'kay, Kay. So, was that really your roomie? The
Palomino who slapped Winston silly?"

"Yeah" you grimace.

"She didn't look skinny, I thought she was kind of sexy."

* [[Ginger may be a pain but she shouldn't be alone]]
* [[Hang at the bar...home is going to be toxic for awhile]]

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Ask Reggie to shut the door

Velantian — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 23:19:38 GMT

Velantian:

While Reggie gets the door you begin undressing.

Reggie turns, his eyes can't seem to leave your body as you slither
out of your skirt and incongruous white cotton panties. You step out
of the pool of clothing at your hooves. Taking a second, you gather
up your garments and drape them carefully over the back of your office
chair. Wearing nothing but a smile and a string of fresh water pearls
you start undressing your former intern.

After some mutual petting and excited nickering, you finally get the
pants off the little zebra. You marvel at the variation in the male
anatomy. In contrast to Reggie's short muscular build, his penis is
long and thin with a slight curve that points the tip back toward his
belly. The flesh of his shaft is matte black in color, warm and
velvety soft to the touch. Veins throb gently under the soft skin. A
meaty black mushroom shaped flair tops off the tip. You declare aloud
that it is an elegant organ and quite capable. Reggie blushes.

You lean back against your desk and survey your office for just the
right spot. Reggie nuzzles your belly. You consider the
possibilities. There's a chair, a small sofa, heck the floor may be
the best, do to the height difference.

"Whoop!" you giggle as Reggie suddenly grabs you around the hips and
spins you around. He grabs the base of your tail and pulls. Bending
you over your own desk. The little stallion wants to take charge and
you are willing to let him.

You lift your tail. In his excitement his aim is lousy. He seems to be
consistently high, it's annoying. You roll your hips up a bit. The soft crown of his
cock finally finds its mark. With a hollow wet slurp, Reggie slides deep
within you. You feel a tingle as your vagina conform to his shape, as
he fills you. Your mouth opens in a wordless mew.

With your tail gripped firmly in one hand Reggie places his other hand
on your hip. His curved shaft slides over your heat engorged
clitoris. You seem to be able to feel each inch of skin, each vein, as
his cock slides between the sensitive folds of flesh of your labia.

You thrust your body back against his. Your vision blurs as the flat
head of his shaft rings the bell, bounces off your cervix, sending a
dull ache throughout your gut. There is a little adjusting, changing
angles, positioning feet. You feel each thrust and hear the wet
rhythmic slaps. Soon there is gasping, quiet nickering, and low moans
from both of you. Noises that are mostly absorbed by the soft office
carpet and furniture.

The side of your face slides against the cool finish of your desk as
Reggie hits his stride. You clench down on the cock sliding around
inside of you and are rewarded with a choked gasp from behind you.
Reggie grunts and drives deep. He grinds the base of his shaft
against you.

You give yourself over to it, waves of heat pulse through you. The
spasms and contractions of your sex are no longer voluntary. Your
sides heave as an explosive gasp is forced from your throat.

Reggie's rhythm breaks down. He releases your tail and grasps tightly
onto your waist with both hands. Twice he slams his hips violently
against you, rocking both you and your desk. With a shudder he pulls
you back tightly against him. You feel him twitch and swell inside of
you. Reggie shivers involuntarily as he pumps a massive load of his
seed into you.

You make a gagging, choking sound as every muscle lining your vagina
spasms and contracts simultaneously. The waves of your first orgasm
have not yet fully subsided as this second, unexpected, orgasm crashes
your nervous system. For a moment all is white noise and static.

Occasionally you will feel an extra pressure deep, a little spurt, as
an equine partner cums inside of you, rarely, and never with partners
of other species. This was different, this was spectacular. This felt
as if Reggie erupted deep inside of you. It wasn't a single spurt but
a prolonged stream.

You shiver as the intensity of the feeling begins to fade. The pair
of you begin to relax as Reggie becomes flaccid inside of you. As his
penis slides out it is followed by a torrent of warm sticky fluid.
The stream splashes at Reggie's hooves. It courses down the inside of
your thighs matting your fur and puddling around your hooves.

You had heard this about zebras, but this was your first experience
with it. Because zebra mares had many partners, more than their other
equine cousins, zebra stallions tend to produce copious sperm and
deliver it with enough velocity that it washes out the sperm of
rivals. Still bent over your desk, that is what you think about as
you try to catch your breath. You continue everting. Fluid trickles
out from inside you with each contraction. You now consider how
difficult it's going to be to clean up the mess.

As you start to stand up Reggie places a hand on your rump. "Stay
there Kayde, let me do a little clean up first."

You twist around to see what the little zebra is up to. Reggie opens
his messenger bag and triumphantly pulls out a towel.

'Smart kid' you think, "So, you came prepared."

Reggie grins, "Never leave home without your towel."

Reggie starts at your ankles, dabbing and rubbing at your wet fur. He
works his way up to your inner thighs.

"Lift your tail please."

You comply.

"I'm going to get a little personal here." he warns.

"How much more personal can we get." you snort.

As he gently daubs and rubs at you with the towel you have another
gentle and discrete orgasm.

When finished Reggie places the towel over the huge wet spot on the
floor. "If you sprinkle some baking soda over that the stain will come
right out."

Still bent over the desk you look back at the little zebra, you raise
an eyebrow, "And how would you know that..."

Reggie shrugs, "You don't grow up in a zebra home without learning the
basics."

With a groan you straighten, you stretch out the tense muscles of your
back, you stand and turn around. Reggie smiles, you see that he is
already at half mast and near ready to go again.

"Humm...You wouldn't happen to have a second towel in there would
you?"

Reggie's smiles turns into grin. "As it happens, today was laundry
day..." He pulls another towel out from his bag and hands it to
you. In his bag you see at least one or two more towels.

You lay the offered towel down on the floor. Sitting on the towel you
grab your ankles and pull your hooves up high and wide as you lay
back. "Looks like you'll just have to do laundry again."

Two towels later, you and Reggie dress. You escort him out of your
office and out to the street. With a hug and a kiss you send him on
his way.

As you pass Glenda's desk she hands you a box of baking soda. "Here, I
think you'll need this. Baking soda's been very popular around here
the last month or so."

Open mouthed you take the box from the older wolf.

Glenda shrugs, a wistful smile warms her muzzle. She points to carpet
next to her desk. "It really works."

"You?"

"Why not me?" Glenda looks insulted, then sighs "actually twice, bent
me right over my desk the first time. We used the couch in the lounge
the second time, on account of my poor old back you see."

Glenda laughs, you join her.

"Anyone else?"

Glenda's brow furrows in mock concentration, "Pretty sure all the
girls except Vicky, and from what I heard it wasn't for lack of trying
on his part."

Vicky was the lone human on the staff. Not that she was a prude or
anything, you heard that she had a thing with a wolf once. It's just
that humans were kind of small in that department, you'd imagine that
it wouldn't be too pleasant for her.

Glenda continues, "I'm pretty sure you were the last."

"That little bastard" you shake your head, "What was that poor puppy stuff you were giving me?"

Glenda sniffs again, "He's had the hots for you since day one. I figured since he gave me
the best poking I've had in years that I'd throw the puppy a bone."

On your way back to your office you consider that you'll never quite understand wolves. You deliberate about having a discussion with your staff about molesting
future interns, but you chuckle as you imagine Glenda, growling and
moaning, her hind paws waving about, toes spread as Reggie's stripped
ass pumps up and down between her open, furry thighs.

You finish cleaning up your office. You feel sticky, tired, and
frankly, just a little sore.

It's a little after three in the afternoon.

* [[Head home for a shower and nap]]
* [[Hungry...something to eat first]]

{{FurStatus|Equipment=''Work Clothes''|Health=100|Gender=Female|Species=Equine}}
[[Category: Furry World]]

Ask Reggie to shut the door

Velantian — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 23:17:47 GMT

Velantian:

While Reggie gets the door you begin undressing.

Reggie turns, his eyes can't seem to leave your body as you slither
out of your skirt and incongruous white cotton panties. You step out
of the pool of clothing at your hooves. Taking a second, you gather
up your garments and drape them carefully over the back of your office
chair. Wearing nothing but a smile and a string of fresh water pearls
you start undressing your former intern.

After some mutual petting and excited nickering, you finally get the
pants off the little zebra. You marvel at the variation in the male
anatomy. In contrast to Reggie's short muscular build, his penis is
long and thin with a slight curve that points the tip back toward his
belly. The flesh of his shaft is matte black in color, warm and
velvety soft to the touch. Veins throb gently under the soft skin. A
meaty black mushroom shaped flair tops off the tip. You declare aloud
that it is an elegant organ and quite capable. Reggie blushes.

You lean back against your desk and survey your office for just the
right spot. Reggie nuzzles your belly. You consider the
possibilities. There's a chair, a small sofa, heck the floor may be
the best, do to the height difference.

"Whoop!" you giggle as Reggie suddenly grabs you around the hips and
spins you around. He grabs the base of your tail and pulls. Bending
you over your own desk. The little stallion wants to take charge and
you are willing to let him.

You lift your tail. His aim isn't too good at first and seems to be
consistently high. You roll your hips up a bit. The soft crown of his
cock finds its mark. With a hollow wet slurp, Reggie slides deep
within you. You feel a tingle as your vagina conform to his shape, as
he fills you. Your mouth opens in a wordless mew.

With your tail gripped firmly in one hand Reggie places his other hand
on your hip. His curved shaft slides over your heat engorged
clitoris. You seem to be able to feel each inch of skin, each vein, as
his cock slides between the sensitive folds of flesh of your labia.

You thrust your body back against his. Your vision blurs as the flat
head of his shaft rings the bell, bounces off your cervix, sending a
dull ache throughout your gut. There is a little adjusting, changing
angles, positioning feet. You feel each thrust and hear the wet
rhythmic slaps. Soon there is gasping, quiet nickering, and low moans
from both of you. Noises that are mostly absorbed by the soft office
carpet and furniture.

The side of your face slides against the cool finish of your desk as
Reggie hits his stride. You clench down on the cock sliding around
inside of you and are rewarded with a choked gasp from behind you.
Reggie grunts and drives deep. He grinds the base of his shaft
against you.

You give yourself over to it, waves of heat pulse through you. The
spasms and contractions of your sex are no longer voluntary. Your
sides heave as an explosive gasp is forced from your throat.

Reggie's rhythm breaks down. He releases your tail and grasps tightly
onto your waist with both hands. Twice he slams his hips violently
against you, rocking both you and your desk. With a shudder he pulls
you back tightly against him. You feel him twitch and swell inside of
you. Reggie shivers involuntarily as he pumps a massive load of his
seed into you.

You make a gagging, choking sound as every muscle lining your vagina
spasms and contracts simultaneously. The waves of your first orgasm
have not yet fully subsided as this second, unexpected, orgasm crashes
your nervous system. For a moment all is white noise and static.

Occasionally you will feel an extra pressure deep, a little spurt, as
an equine partner cums inside of you, rarely, and never with partners
of other species. This was different, this was spectacular. This felt
as if Reggie erupted deep inside of you. It wasn't a single spurt but
a prolonged stream.

You shiver as the intensity of the feeling begins to fade. The pair
of you begin to relax as Reggie becomes flaccid inside of you. As his
penis slides out it is followed by a torrent of warm sticky fluid.
The stream splashes at Reggie's hooves. It courses down the inside of
your thighs matting your fur and puddling around your hooves.

You had heard this about zebras, but this was your first experience
with it. Because zebra mares had many partners, more than their other
equine cousins, zebra stallions tend to produce copious sperm and
deliver it with enough velocity that it washes out the sperm of
rivals. Still bent over your desk, that is what you think about as
you try to catch your breath. You continue everting. Fluid trickles
out from inside you with each contraction. You now consider how
difficult it's going to be to clean up the mess.

As you start to stand up Reggie places a hand on your rump. "Stay
there Kayde, let me do a little clean up first."

You twist around to see what the little zebra is up to. Reggie opens
his messenger bag and triumphantly pulls out a towel.

'Smart kid' you think, "So, you came prepared."

Reggie grins, "Never leave home without your towel."

Reggie starts at your ankles, dabbing and rubbing at your wet fur. He
works his way up to your inner thighs.

"Lift your tail please."

You comply.

"I'm going to get a little personal here." he warns.

"How much more personal can we get." you snort.

As he gently daubs and rubs at you with the towel you have another
gentle and discrete orgasm.

When finished Reggie places the towel over the huge wet spot on the
floor. "If you sprinkle some baking soda over that the stain will come
right out."

Still bent over the desk you look back at the little zebra, you raise
an eyebrow, "And how would you know that..."

Reggie shrugs, "You don't grow up in a zebra home without learning the
basics."

With a groan you straighten, you stretch out the tense muscles of your
back, you stand and turn around. Reggie smiles, you see that he is
already at half mast and near ready to go again.

"Humm...You wouldn't happen to have a second towel in there would
you?"

Reggie's smiles turns into grin. "As it happens, today was laundry
day..." He pulls another towel out from his bag and hands it to
you. In his bag you see at least one or two more towels.

You lay the offered towel down on the floor. Sitting on the towel you
grab your ankles and pull your hooves up high and wide as you lay
back. "Looks like you'll just have to do laundry again."

Two towels later, you and Reggie dress. You escort him out of your
office and out to the street. With a hug and a kiss you send him on
his way.

As you pass Glenda's desk she hands you a box of baking soda. "Here, I
think you'll need this. Baking soda's been very popular around here
the last month or so."

Open mouthed you take the box from the older wolf.

Glenda shrugs, a wistful smile warms her muzzle. She points to carpet
next to her desk. "It really works."

"You?"

"Why not me?" Glenda looks insulted, then sighs "actually twice, bent
me right over my desk the first time. We used the couch in the lounge
the second time, on account of my poor old back you see."

Glenda laughs, you join her.

"Anyone else?"

Glenda's brow furrows in mock concentration, "Pretty sure all the
girls except Vicky, and from what I heard it wasn't for lack of trying
on his part."

Vicky was the lone human on the staff. Not that she was a prude or
anything, you heard that she had a thing with a wolf once. It's just
that humans were kind of small in that department, you'd imagine that
it wouldn't be too pleasant for her.

Glenda continues, "I'm pretty sure you were the last."

"That little bastard" you shake your head, "What was that poor puppy stuff you were giving me?"

Glenda sniffs again, "He's had the hots for you since day one. I figured since he gave me
the best poking I've had in years that I'd throw the puppy a bone."

On your way back to your office you consider that you'll never quite understand wolves. You deliberate about having a discussion with your staff about molesting
future interns, but you chuckle as you imagine Glenda, growling and
moaning, her hind paws waving about, toes spread as Reggie's stripped
ass pumps up and down between her open, furry thighs.

You finish cleaning up your office. You feel sticky, tired, and
frankly, just a little sore.

It's a little after three in the afternoon.

* [[Head home for a shower and nap]]
* [[Hungry...something to eat first]]

{{FurStatus|Equipment=''Work Clothes''|Health=100|Gender=Female|Species=Equine}}
[[Category: Furry World]]

Ask Reggie to shut the door

Velantian — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 23:16:05 GMT

Velantian: Created page with 'While Reggie gets the door you begin undressing. Reggie turns, his eyes can't seem to leave your body as you slither out of your skirt and incongruous white cotton panties. You…'

While Reggie gets the door you begin undressing.

Reggie turns, his eyes can't seem to leave your body as you slither
out of your skirt and incongruous white cotton panties. You step out
of the pool of clothing at your hooves. Taking a second, you gather
up your garments and drape them carefully over the back of your office
chair. Wearing nothing but a smile and a string of fresh water pearls
you start undressing your former intern.

After some mutual petting and excited nickering, you finally get the
pants off the little zebra. You marvel at the variation in the male
anatomy. In contrast to Reggie's short muscular build, his penis is
long and thin with a slight curve that points the tip back toward his
belly. The flesh of his shaft is matte black in color, warm and
velvety soft to the touch. Veins throb gently under the soft skin. A
meaty black mushroom shaped flair tops off the tip. You declare aloud
that it is an elegant organ and quite capable. Reggie blushes.

You lean back against your desk and survey your office for just the
right spot. Reggie nuzzles your belly. You consider the
possibilities. There's a chair, a small sofa, heck the floor may be
the best, do to the height difference.

"Whoop!" you giggle as Reggie suddenly grabs you around the hips and
spins you around. He grabs the base of your tail and pulls. Bending
you over your own desk. The little stallion wants to take charge and
you are willing to let him.

You lift your tail. His aim isn't too good at first and seems to be
consistently high. You roll your hips up a bit. The soft crown of his
cock finds its mark. With a hollow wet slurp, Reggie slides deep
within you. You feel a tingle as your vagina conform to his shape, as
he fills you. Your mouth opens in a wordless mew.

With your tail gripped firmly in one hand Reggie places his other hand
on your hip. His curved shaft slides over your heat engorged
clitoris. You seem to be able to feel each inch of skin, each vein, as
his cock slides between the sensitive folds of flesh of your labia.

You thrust your body back against his. Your vision blurs as the flat
head of his shaft rings the bell, bounces off your cervix, sending a
dull ache throughout your gut. There is a little adjusting, changing
angles, positioning feet. You feel each thrust and hear the wet
rhythmic slaps. Soon there is gasping, quiet nickering, and low moans
from both of you. Noises that are mostly absorbed by the soft office
carpet and furniture.

The side of your face slides against the cool finish of your desk as
Reggie hits his stride. You clench down on the cock sliding around
inside of you and are rewarded with a choked gasp from behind you.
Reggie grunts and drives deep. He grinds the base of his shaft
against you.

You give yourself over to it, waves of heat pulse through you. The
spasms and contractions of your sex are no longer voluntary. Your
sides heave as an explosive gasp is forced from your throat.

Reggie's rhythm breaks down. He releases your tail and grasps tightly
onto your waist with both hands. Twice he slams his hips violently
against you, rocking both you and your desk. With a shudder he pulls
you back tightly against him. You feel him twitch and swell inside of
you. Reggie shivers involuntarily as he pumps a massive load of his
seed into you.

You make a gagging, choking sound as every muscle lining your vagina
spasms and contracts simultaneously. The waves of your first orgasm
have not yet fully subsided as this second, unexpected, orgasm crashes
your nervous system. For a moment all is white noise and static.

Occasionally you will feel an extra pressure deep, a little spurt, as
an equine partner cums inside of you, rarely, and never with partners
of other species. This was different, this was spectacular. This felt
as if Reggie erupted deep inside of you. It wasn't a single spurt but
a prolonged stream.

You shiver as the intensity of the feeling begins to fade. The pair
of you begin to relax as Reggie becomes flaccid inside of you. As his
penis slides out it is followed by a torrent of warm sticky fluid.
The stream splashes at Reggie's hooves. It courses down the inside of
your thighs matting your fur and puddling around your hooves.

You had heard this about zebras, but this was your first experience
with it. Because zebra mares had many partners, more than their other
equine cousins, zebra stallions tend to produce copious sperm and
deliver it with enough velocity that it washes out the sperm of
rivals. Still bent over your desk, that is what you think about as
you try to catch your breath. You continue everting. Fluid trickles
out from inside you with each contraction. You now consider how
difficult it's going to be to clean up the mess.

As you start to stand up Reggie places a hand on your rump. "Stay
there Kayde, let me do a little clean up first."

You twist around to see what the little zebra is up to. Reggie opens
his messenger bag and triumphantly pulls out a towel.

'Smart kid' you think, "So, you came prepared."

Reggie grins, "Never leave home without your towel."

Reggie starts at your ankles, dabbing and rubbing at your wet fur. He
works his way up to your inner thighs.

"Lift your tail please."

You comply.

"I'm going to get a little personal here." he warns.

"How much more personal can we get." you snort.

As he gently daubs and rubs at you with the towel you have another
gentle and discrete orgasm.

When finished Reggie places the towel over the huge wet spot on the
floor. "If you sprinkle some baking soda over that the stain will come
right out."

Still bent over the desk you look back at the little zebra, you raise
an eyebrow, "And how would you know that..."

Reggie shrugs, "You don't grow up in a zebra home without learning the
basics."

With a groan you straighten, you stretch out the tense muscles of your
back, you stand and turn around. Reggie smiles, you see that he is
already at half mast and near ready to go again.

"Humm...You wouldn't happen to have a second towel in there would
you?"

Reggie's smiles turns into grin. "As it happens, today was laundry
day..." He pulls another towel out from his bag and hands it to
you. In his bag you see at least one or two more towels.

You lay the offered towel down on the floor. Sitting on the towel you
grab your ankles and pull your hooves up high and wide as you lay
back. "Looks like you'll just have to do laundry again."

Two towels later, you and Reggie dress. You escort him out of your
office and out to the street. With a hug and a kiss you send him on
his way.

As you pass Glenda's desk she hands you a box of baking soda. "Here, I
think you'll need this. Baking soda's been very popular around here
the last month or so."

Open mouthed you take the box from the older wolf.

Glenda shrugs, a wistful smile warms her muzzle. She points to carpet
next to her desk. "It really works."

"You?"

"Why not me?" Glenda looks insulted, then sighs "actually twice, bent
me right over my desk the first time. We used the couch in the lounge
the second time, on account of my poor old back you see."

Glenda laughs, you join her.

"Anyone else?"

Glenda's brow furrows in mock concentration, "Pretty sure all the
girls except Vicky, and from what I heard it wasn't for lack of trying
on his part."

Vicky was the lone human on the staff. Not that she was a prude or
anything, you heard that she had a thing with a wolf once. It's just
that humans were kind of small in that department, you'd imagine that
it wouldn't be too pleasant for her.

Glenda continues, "I'm pretty sure you were the last."

"That little bastard" you shake your head, "What was that poor puppy stuff you were giving me?"

Glenda sniffs again, "He's had the hots for you since day one. I figured since he gave me
the best poking I've had in years that I'd throw the puppy a bone."

On your way back to your office you consider that you'll never quite understand wolves. You deliberate about having a discussion with your staff about molesting
future interns, but you chuckle as you imagine Glenda, growling and
moaning, her hind paws waving about, toes spread as Reggie's stripped
ass pumps up and down between her open, furry thighs.

You finish cleaning up your office. You feel sticky, tired, and
frankly, just a little sore.

It's a little after three in the afternoon.

Head home for a shower and nap.
Hungry, something to eat first.

Get dressed and think about it

Velantian — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 23:07:32 GMT

Velantian:

Furry World

It seems that nothing good is going to happen this
morning. Frustrated, you decide you need something to take your mind
off sex for awhile. Nothing is less sexy than work, so its off to
the office. Since most everyone will be off today you should be
able to get some of the boring paperwork done and maybe a start on
the next issue of the magazine.

As you are about to throw on a pair of jeans you change your mind
and instead decide on a longish skirt and blouse. Much more comfortable in the long run.

The office is almost deserted. Glenda, the receptionist, secretary, office manager raises her head you as you pass by her desk.

"Kayde, good, glad you came in, it's Reggies last day and he wanted to see you before he left."

Glenda hands you an envelope. A big canine grin splits her graying muzzle. "The directors agreed with you and they decided to grant
Reggie the honorarium you requested. I made out the check, it was all you asked for and a little more."

"And how do you know how much I asked for?"

"Oh please!" Glenda sniffs, "anyway, I thought I wait to see if you came in, I knew you'd want to be the one to give it to him."

Laughing, you take the envelope from Glenda. "Thanks, Glenda, have Reggie come to my office if you see him before I do."

"No need, he's been camped out in your office all morning. I was
going to call you at home in a few minutes if you didn't come in.
The poor puppy has been here all morning" Glenda smirks, her yellow eyes twinkling.

You smile as you tap the envelope against your palm. Reggie is, or
rather was, an intern at the magizine. After a few days it became
clear that he was good for more than making coffee and running
errands. He had a real eye for detail and was a very good graphic
artist. Reggie was the major reason that you and the rest of the
staff were able to take the last couple of days off. With his help
the last issue of the magizine was finished up early and the next
issue well on its way. Today was to be Reggies last day before he was
heading back to school. Last week you went to the board of
directors and insisted that if they didn't come up with an
honorarium for him that you would take up a collection amoung the
staff.

Sure enough, there is Reggie, fidgeting in the guest chair in your
office. He stands up as soon as you enter. "Miss Kayde!" Reggie
yelps, "I was hoping you'd be in so I could say good bye."

Instead of his usual office attire Reggie is dressed in a pair of cut off
jeans and a logo tee shirt, a large red messenger bag is slung over
one shoulder. You had never realized how muscular he really was
under his normal work clothes. His stripes adding an exotic touch
to his stocky physique. You'd always had a thing for zebras, but you kept
strictly hands off with Reggie, he's young and technically your
employee.

He surprises you with a big hug. Reggie is about average size for a
young zebra stallion, so his face ends up burried between your breasts.

He steps back, the inside of his long ears turning crimson. "Sorry."

You chuckle, "That's ok Reggie." You hand him the envelope, "Here,
you did a stellar job here this summer and we wanted to show our
appreciation."

Reggie tears open the envelope and looks at the check, he chuckles
"Cool, I can afford books this semester."

There is an awkward silence for a few minutes. Reggie puts the check into a pocket of his bag. He extends his hand. "Well, um, I've really enjoyed
working with you Miss Kayde."

"Just call me Kayde, or Kay." you shake his hand. You lean
over to give him a peck on the cheek.

Reggie takes your face in his hands. He presses his lips to yours.

Startled, you jerk your head back. Reggie looks up at you with a horrified expression on his face.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, don't be mad. I just had to, I couldn't help it."

Reggie turns as if to make a mad dash out the door.

"Reggie! Hold it."

Reggie turns, shame faced.

"You startled me that's all. Give a girl a little warning! Now come back here and let's try that again."

Reggie goggles at you.

You bend over and plant your lips to his. You open your mouth and
run your tongue over his lips. Reggie closes his eyes and moans.
His tongue darts into your mouth. You feel the muscles of your
belly tighten and the muscles between your legs loosen. You
straighten up. The kiss ends with a wet smack.

* [[Ask Reggie to shut the door]]
* [[some college kid...Really]]

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[[Category: Furry World]]

Get dressed and think about it

Velantian — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 23:06:55 GMT

Velantian:

Furry World

It seems that nothing good is going to happen this
morning. Frustrated, you decide you need something to take your mind
off sex for awhile. Nothing is less sexy than work, so its off to
the office. Since most everyone will be off today you should be
able to get some of the boring paperwork done and maybe a start on
the next issue of the magazine.

As you are about to throw on a pair of jeans you change your mind
and instead decide on a longish skirt and blouse. Much more comfortable in the long run.

The office is almost deserted. Glenda, the receptionist, secretary, office manager raises her head you as you pass by her desk.

"Kayde, good, glad you came in, it's Reggies last day and he wanted to see you before he left."

Glenda hands you an envelope. A big canine grin splits her graying muzzle. "The directors agreed with you and they decided to grant
Reggie the honorarium you requested. I made out the check, it was all you asked for and a little more."

"And how do you know how much I asked for?"

"Oh please!" Glenda sniffs, "anyway, I thought I wait to see if you came in, I knew you'd want to be the one to give it to him."

Laughing, you take the envelope from Glenda. "Thanks, Glenda, have Reggie come to my office if you see him before I do."

"No need, he's been camped out in your office all morning. I was
going to call you at home in a few minutes if you didn't come in.
The poor puppy has been here all morning" Glenda smirks, her yellow eyes twinkling.

You smile as you tap the envelope against your palm. Reggie is, or
rather was, an intern at the magizine. After a few days it became
clear that he was good for more than making coffee and running
errands. He had a real eye for detail and was a very good graphic
artist. Reggie was the major reason that you and the rest of the
staff were able to take the last couple of days off. With his help
the last issue of the magizine was finished up early and the next
issue well on its way. Today was to be Reggies last day before he was
heading back to school. Last week you went to the board of
directors and insisted that if they didn't come up with an
honorarium for him that you would take up a collection amoung the
staff.

Sure enough, there is Reggie, fidgeting in the guest chair in your
office. He stands up as soon as you enter. "Miss Kayde!" Reggie
yelps, "I was hoping you'd be in so I could say good bye."

Instead of his usual office attire Reggie is dressed in a pair of cut off
jeans and a logo tee shirt, a large red messenger bag is slung over
one shoulder. You had never realized how muscular he really was
under his normal work clothes. His stripes adding an exotic touch
to his stocky physique. You'd always had a thing for zebras, but you kept
strictly hands off with Reggie, he's young and technically your
employee.

He surprises you with a big hug. Reggie is about average size for a
young zebra stallion, so his face ends up burried between your breasts.

He steps back, the inside of his long ears turning crimson. "Sorry."

You chuckle, "That's ok Reggie." You hand him the envelope, "Here,
you did a stellar job here this summer and we wanted to show our
appreciation."

Reggie tears open the envelope and looks at the check, he chuckles
"Cool, I can afford books this semester."

There is an awkward silence for a few minutes. Reggie puts the check into a pocket of his bag. He extends his hand. "Well, um, I've really enjoyed
working with you Miss Kayde."

"Just call me Kayde, or Kay." you shake his hand. You lean
over to give him a peck on the cheek.

Reggie takes your face in his hands. He presses his lips to yours.

Startled, you jerk your head back. Reggie looks up at you with a horrified expression on his face.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, don't be mad. I just had to, I couldn't help it."

Reggie turns as if to make a mad dash out the door.

"Reggie! Hold it."

Reggie turns, shame faced.

"You startled me that's all. Give a girl a little warning! Now come back here and let's try that again."

Reggie goggles at you.

You bend over and plant your lips to his. You open your mouth and
run your tongue over his lips. Reggie closes his eyes and moans.
His tongue darts into your mouth. You feel the muscles of your
belly tighten and the muscles between your legs loosen. You
straighten up. The kiss ends with a wet smack.

[[Ask Reggie to shut the door]]
[[some college kid...Really]]

{{FurStatus|Equipment=''Work Clothes''|Health=100|Gender=Female|Species=Equine}}
[[Category: Furry World]]

Penny (That sweet little mare bartender at The Grove)

Velantian — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 00:13:24 GMT

Velantian:

Penny (That sweet little mare bartender at The Grove)

Penny's number is the newest on your speed dial.

Penny is a bartender at one of the local night spots. She is
younger than you. A petite Appaloosa mare, just larger than a pony,
but with a personality that is larger than life. Your initial
attraction was simply that she was a mare, someone you could talk to
in this town full of canines and cats. Someone who just looks and
smells a bit like you.

After a couple of nights of girl talk, and a little flirting, she
ends up in your bed. She turns out to be an enthusiastic if
somewhat inexperienced lover. You discover that her over-the-top
personality is simply a mask for a sweet and somewhat naive filly
who simply wants to experience everything she can as soon as she
can. Though she deny's it, you suspect that you are her first
female lover and may well be her first lover ever.

The first time you brought out your anatomically correct stallion
dildo it seemed to you that she eyed it suspiciously. She seemed
overly fascinated as she watched you use it on herself and a bit
uncomfortable as you ever so gently introduced it inside of her.
Now it's one of her favorite toys.

"Hello sexy." Penny's husky voice answers on the first ring.

"Want you, need you." you reply breathlessly.

Penny groans, "Oh, sorry babe, I'm up to my tits in alligators
trying to get this party off the ground."

"That's tonight? And what pretty tits they are, At least the
alligators are happy" You sigh in return.

"Oh, I don't know about that." Penny sighs, then with some real
enthusiasm says, "Look, It should be winding down by midnight or so,
Rigger is going to take care of clean up and closing since I'm doing
setups," she pauses, "Or better yet come early, there's supposed to
be lots of studs, you can pick out a pair for us to molest later."

You snort, "I don't know that I would want to share you with some
stud."

Penny laughs, "You wouldn't mind as long as you were getting well and
truly poked yourself."

"You got a point," you concede, "It's a deal then, I'll pick em and
together we'll pluck em."

"Kiss, Kiss, see you tonight then." Penny hangs up.

You mutter to yourself, "Fine, tonight, but I'm horny now!"

*[[grab the small black book near your desk]]
*[[Get dressed and think about it]]

{{FurStatus|Equipment=''Nothing''|Health=100|Gender=Female|Species=Equine}}
[[Category: Furry World]]

Daniel (Wolf - Has beautifully juicy knotted cock)

Velantian — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 00:12:47 GMT

Velantian:

You hesitate as you pick up the phone. It's been close to a year, (has it been that long?) since you and Daniel last talked. The two of you never really 'broke up'. heck the two of you were never really a couple. As far as you were concerned it was just good sex. The best was when you were on top and Daniels knot slipped between...

It was Daniel that had ideas of some kind of mixed pack, with Daniel as the Alpha. You grin. "Horny Now" you say out loud as you punch in Daniels number.

Daniel answers on the fourth ring.

"Hello?"

It's hard to hear him over the background noise. It sounds like a TV blaring and, is that a wolf cub yapping?

"Hello? who is this." Daniel growls into the phone.

In the background you hear a shrill female voice yelling, "Danny who's on the phone!"

"Ah, never mind, wrong number." You blurt out as you stab the end button to end the call quickly.

You giggle to yourself, shaking your head, "Oh, Danny, Danny."

Well that was a bust, maybe Daniel will recognize the number and call back. Good luck with that Danny!

In the meantime you're still in heat and you need someone to scratch that itch!

*[[grab the small black book near your desk]]
*[[Get dressed and think about it]]

{{FurStatus|Equipment=''Nothing''|Health=100|Gender=Female|Species=Equine}}
[[Category: Furry World]]

Penny (That sweet little mare bartender at The Grove)

Velantian — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 00:09:36 GMT

Velantian: Created page with 'Penny (That sweet little mare bartender at The Grove) Penny's number is the newest on your speed dial. Penny is a bartender at one of the local night spots. She is younger t…'

Penny (That sweet little mare bartender at The Grove)

Penny's number is the newest on your speed dial.

Penny is a bartender at one of the local night spots. She is
younger than you. A petite Appaloosa mare, just larger than a pony,
but with a personality that is larger than life. Your initial
attraction was simply that she was a mare, someone you could talk to
in this town full of canines and cats. Someone who just looks and
smells a bit like you.

After a couple of nights of girl talk, and a little flirting, she
ends up in your bed. She turns out to be an enthusiastic if
somewhat inexperienced lover. You discover that her over-the-top
personality is simply a mask for a sweet and somewhat naive filly
who simply wants to experience everything she can as soon as she
can. Though she deny's it, you suspect that you are her first
female lover and may well be her first lover ever.

The first time you brought out your anatomically correct stallion
dildo it seemed to you that she eyed it suspiciously. She seemed
overly fascinated as she watched you use it on herself and a bit
uncomfortable as you ever so gently introduced it inside of her.
Now it's one of her favorite toys.

"Hello sexy." Penny's husky voice answers on the first ring.

"Want you, need you." you reply breathlessly.

Penny groans, "Oh, sorry babe, I'm up to my tits in alligators
trying to get this party off the ground."

"That's tonight? And what pretty tits they are, At least the
alligators are happy" You sigh in return.

"Oh, I don't know about that." Penny sighs, then with some real
enthusiasm says, "Look, It should be winding down by midnight or so,
Rigger is going to take care of clean up and closing since I'm doing
setups," she pauses, "Or better yet come early, there's supposed to
be lots of studs, you can pick out a pair for us to molest later."

You snort, "I don't know that I would want to share you with some
stud."

Penny laughs, "You wouldn't mind as long as you were getting well and
truly poked yourself."

"You got a point," you concede, "It's a deal then, I'll pick em and
together we'll pluck em."

"Kiss, Kiss, see you tonight then." Penny hangs up.

You mutter to yourself, "Fine, tonight, but I'm horny now!"

{{FurStatus|Equipment=''Nothing''|Health=100|Gender=Female|Species=Equine}}
[[Category: Furry World]]

Get dressed and think about it

Velantian — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 00:00:45 GMT

Velantian: Created page with 'Get Dressed and think about it. It seems that nothing good is going to happen this morning. Frustrated, you decide you need something to take your mind off sex for awhile. Noth…'

Get Dressed and think about it.

It seems that nothing good is going to happen this
morning. Frustrated, you decide you need something to take your mind
off sex for awhile. Nothing is less sexy than work, so its off to
the office. Since most everyone will be off today you should be
able to get some of the boring paperwork done and maybe a start on
the next issue of the magazine.

As you are about to throw on a pair of jeans you change your mind
and instead decide on a longish skirt and blouse. Much more comfortable in the long run.

The office is almost deserted. Glenda, the receptionist, secretary, office manager raises her head you as you pass by her desk.

"Kayde, good, glad you came in, it's Ziggys last day and he wanted to see you before he left."

Glenda hands you an envelope. A big canine grin splits her graying muzzle. "The directors agreed with you and they decided to grant
Ziggy the honorarium you requested. I made out the check, it was all you asked for and a little more."

"And how do you know how much I asked for?"

"Oh please!" Glenda sniffs, "anyway, I thought I wait to see if you came in, I knew you'd want to be the one to give it to him."

Laughing, you take the envelope from Glenda. "Thanks, Glenda, have Ziggy come to my office if you see him before I do."

"No need, he's been camped out in your office all morning. I was
going to call you at home in a few minutes if you didn't come in.
The poor puppy has been here all morning" Glenda smirks, her yellow eyes twinkling.

You smile as you tap the envelope against your palm. Ziggy is, or
rather was, an intern at the magizine. After a few days it became
clear that he was good for more than making coffee and running
errands. He had a real eye for detail and was a very good graphic
artist. Ziggy was the major reason that you and the rest of the
staff were able to take the last couple of days off. With his help
the last issue of the magizine was finished up early and the next
issue well on its way. Today was to be Ziggys last day before he was
heading back to school. Last week you went to the board of
directors and insisted that if they didn't come up with an
honorarium for him that you would take up a collection amoung the
staff.

Sure enough, there is Ziggy, fidgeting in the guest chair in your
office. He stands up as soon as you enter. "Miss Kayde!" Ziggy
yelps, "I was hoping you'd be in so I could say good bye."

Instead of his usual office attire Ziggy is dressed in a pair of cut off
jeans and a logo tee shirt, a large red messenger bag is slung over
one shoulder. You had never realized how muscular he really was
under his normal work clothes. His stripes adding an exotic touch
to his stocky physique. You'd always had a thing for zebras, but you kept
strictly hands off with Ziggy, he's young and technically your
employee.

He surprises you with a big hug. Ziggy is about average size for a
young zebra stallion, so his face ends up burried between your breasts.

He steps back, the inside of his long ears turning crimson. "Sorry."

You chuckle, "That's ok Ziggy." You hand him the envelope, "Here,
you did a stellar job here this summer and we wanted to show our
appreciation."

Ziggy tears open the envelope and looks at the check, he chuckles
"Cool, I can afford books this semester."

There is an awkward silence for a few minutes. Ziggy puts the check into a pocket of his bag. He extends his hand. "Well, um, I've really enjoyed
working with you Miss Kayde."

"Just call me Kayde, or Kay." you shake his hand. You lean
over to give him a peck on the cheek.

Ziggy takes your face in his hands. He presses his lips to yours.

Startled, you jerk your head back. Ziggy looks up at you with a horrified expression on his face.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, don't be mad. I just had to, I couldn't help it."

Ziggy turns as if to make a mad dash out the door.

"Ziggy! Hold it."

Ziggy turns, shame faced.

"You startled me that's all. Give a girl a little warning! Now come back here and let's try that again."

Ziggy goggles at you.

You bend over and plant your lips to his. You open your mouth and
run your tongue over his lips. Ziggy closes his eyes and moans.
His tongue darts into your mouth. You feel the muscles of your
belly tighten and the muscles between your legs loosen. You
straighten up. The kiss ends with a wet smack.

"Get the door Ziggy."

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[[Category: Furry World]]

Jardon (Stallion - Large beautiful stallion but he is your brother)

Velantian — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 23:48:54 GMT

Velantian:

Calling Jardon (Stallion - Large beautiful stallion but he is your brother)

You hesitate a moment before picking up the phone to call Jardon.
Jar is one of the few stallions you ever met who is larger and stronger than you.
As the older sister you used to tease him
unmercifully, you didn't notice the day when he became bigger and
stronger than you. Your teenage rough housing and teasing ended up
with Jar pinning you face down on the grass, his full weight on your
body. It had been in the spring, it was also the second or third
time you had ever gone into heat. You became aware of his strength,
his scent, his pure maleness. Your body responded before you knew
what happened.

To this day you are not sure if you deliberately seduced him or if
it really was just an accident on a beautiful spring day.

Afterward Jardon was embarrassed and ashamed. It took you weeks to
convince him that it wasn't his fault, that he hadn't hurt you (a
little bit of a lie, it was your first time and it did hurt) and
that you really enjoyed it (not much of a lie, despite the initial
pain, you really did enjoy it).

Months later, when you went into heat again, Jardon shyly and
awkwardly courted you formally, stallion to mare, discreetly of
course. You happily accepted. The second time was much better than
the first, for both of you. Since then neither of you were
exclusive. Other partners came and went. The equine approach to sex
can seem casual, but it's always approached with joy.

Jardon has been in town for months, the two of you have gone out a
few time to catch up but nothing more intimate than that.

"Yeah, hello?" Jardon's voice is rough, sleepy.

"Hi, Jar, it's Kayde. Did I wake you?"

"Um, no." Jardon lies. "What's up."

"Oh, just called to see if you want to go out for a run or
something."

Jardon chuckles, "or something?"

You hear Jay's bed creak. You imagine him sitting up in bed, the
bed sheets across his muscular thighs tenting over his morning
erection. You find yourself blushing. Jar still does that to you.
You manage a light halfhearted giggle, "yeah, or something!"

Jardon starts to say something then he curses, "Damn, I'm sorry
Kay, I've got a meeting in about forty-five minutes," he mumbles to
himself a second, "I'll call you. If you're free later, we can have
lunch," he chuckles again, "or something."

You are barely able to conceal your disappointment, "Alright."

Jay hangs up.

Damn, still no relief.

*[[grab the small black book near your desk]]
*[[Get dressed and think about it]]
{{FurStatus|Equipment=''Nothing''|Health=100|Gender=Female|Species=Equine}}
[[Category: Furry World]]

Jardon (Stallion - Large beautiful stallion but he is your brother)

Velantian — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 23:47:36 GMT

Velantian:

Jardon (Stallion - Large beautiful stallion but he is your brother)

Velantian — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 23:44:47 GMT

Velantian:

Calling Jardon (Stallion - Large beautiful stallion but he is your brother)

You hesitate a moment before picking up the phone to call Jardon.
Jar is one of the few stallions you ever met who is larger and
stronger than you. As the older sister you used to tease him
unmercifully, you didn't notice the day when he became bigger and
stronger than you. Your teenage rough housing and teasing ended up
with Jar pinning you face down on the grass, his full weight on your
body. It had been in the spring, it was also the second or third
time you had ever gone into heat. You became aware of his strength,
his scent, his pure maleness. Your body responded before you knew
what happened.

To this day you are not sure if you deliberately seduced him or if
it really was just an accident on a beautiful spring day.

Afterward Jardon was embarrassed and ashamed. It took you weeks to
convince him that it wasn't his fault, that he hadn't hurt you (a
little bit of a lie, it was your first time and it did hurt) and
that you really enjoyed it (not much of a lie, despite the initial
pain, you really did enjoy it).

Months later, when you went into heat again, Jardon shyly and
awkwardly courted you formally, stallion to mare, discreetly of
course. You happily accepted. The second time was much better than
the first, for both of you. Since then neither of you were
exclusive. Other partners came and went. The equine approach to sex
can seem casual, but it's always approached with joy.

Jardon has been in town for months, the two of you have gone out a
few time to catch up but nothing more intimate than that.

"Yeah, hello?" Jardon's voice is rough, sleepy.

"Hi, Jar, it's Kayde. Did I wake you?"

"Um, no." Jardon lies. "What's up."

"Oh, just called to see if you want to go out for a run or
something."

Jardon chuckles, "or something?"

You hear Jay's bed creak. You imagine him sitting up in bed, the
bed sheets across his muscular thighs tenting over his morning
erection. You find yourself blushing. Jar still does that to you.
You manage a light halfhearted giggle, "yeah, or something!"

Jardon starts to say something then he curses, "Damn, I'm sorry
Kay, I've got a meeting in about forty-five minutes," he mumbles to
himself a second, "I'll call you. If you're free later, we can have
lunch," he chuckles again, "or something."

You are barely able to conceal your disappointment, "Alright."

Jay hangs up.

Damn, still no relief.

*[[grab the small black book near your desk]]
*[[Get dressed and think about it]]
{{FurStatus|Equipment=''Nothing''|Health=100|Gender=Female|Species=Equine}}
[[Category: Furry World]]

Jardon (Stallion - Large beautiful stallion but he is your brother)

Velantian — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 23:40:07 GMT

Velantian: Created page with '*grab the small black book near your desk *Get dressed and think about it *Template:Furstatus'

*[[grab the small black book near your desk]]
*[[Get dressed and think about it]]
*Template:Furstatus

Daniel (Wolf - Has beautifully juicy knotted cock)

Velantian — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 23:37:30 GMT

Velantian:

You hesitate as you pick up the phone. It's been close to a year, (has it been that long?) since you and Daniel last talked. The two of you never really 'broke up'. heck the two of you were never really a couple. As far as you were concerned it was just good sex. The best was when you were on top and Daniels knot slipped between...

It was Daniel that had ideas of some kind of mixed pack, with Daniel as the Alpha. You grin. "Horny Now" you say out loud as you punch in Daniels number.

Daniel answers on the fourth ring.

"Hello?"

It's hard to hear him over the background noise. It sounds like a TV blaring and, is that a wolf cub yapping?

"Hello? who is this." Daniel growls into the phone.

In the background you hear a shrill female voice yelling, "Danny who's on the phone!"

"Ah, never mind, wrong number." You blurt out as you stab the end button to end the call quickly.

You giggle to yourself, shaking your head, "Oh, Danny, Danny."

Well that was a bust, maybe Daniel will recognize the number and call back. Good luck with that Danny!

In the meantime you're still in heat and you need someone to scratch that itch!

*[[grab the small black book near your desk]]
*[[Get dressed and think about it]]
*[[go for the toy box under the bed]]

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Kick him out

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 22:03:59 GMT

Velantian:

Angrily, you punch him on the shoulder, "Winston, what the hell..."

"Ow, that hurts."

"I've been looking forward to this all day and you just blow your load all over my sheets!" you yell.

Winston looks like he is getting a little angry. "Hey, it happens! Just give me a couple minutes and I'll make it up to you!"

Just then Ginger comes traipsing into your room, "Kayde! what's all the yelling....Winston!"

Winston looks shocked, "Ginger!"

* [[You tell Ginger everything]]
* [[Make some excuse and leave]]

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Right here on the stairs

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 21:53:26 GMT

Velantian:

"Right here, on the stairs" you whisper.

Winston places his hands over yours. He looks down at you and shakes his head. In a husky voice he
says "No, upstairs, in a proper bed."

*[[Upstairs in the bed]]
*[[No right here]]

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Right here on the stairs

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 21:43:53 GMT

Velantian:

"Right here, on the stairs" you whisper.

Winston places his hands over yours. He looks down at you and shakes his head. In a husky voice he
says "No, upstairs, in a proper bed."

[[Upstairs in the bed]]
[[No right here]]

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Upstairs in the bed

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 21:41:19 GMT

Velantian:

Winston takes your hand and pulls you up the stairs. As soon as the door is closed you and Winston shed your clothes.
Winston seems a little distracted so you you kneel down and take him in your mouth. You savor that vaguely salty flavor
and the pure sexy smell of stallion. Winston moans as you swallow him to the hilt. You feel Winstons flare throb in your throat.
You quickly back off.

"No, sorry," you say, "you can"t cum in my mouth."

Winston doesn't look too disappointed. His eyes seem slightly glazed as he looks down at you. "No problem, there are so many better places to cum."

"Humm," you answer as you climb on the bed and assume your favorite position.

Winston is having a little problem finding his mark. He pokes and prods blindly. Frustrated you reach between your legs in and attempt to guide him to where both you and he want to go. As soon as you grab him he cums.

"Oh, damn, sorry, sorry." he mumbles, "give me five minutes, I'll do better next time."

* [[Kick him out]]
* [[He better be better]]

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Your house. More erotic, more pleasure!

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 21:25:27 GMT

Velantian:

Winston grins, he stands up and offers you his hand. You smile up at him. He glances down at your breasts.
As the two of you stand to leave. Winston waves at his friends at the bar. His wave is greeted with laughter, whistles and calls of 'Woooo'.
Penny winks as she catches your eye. You and Winston exit the club laughing.

Outside, Winston's hand slides down your back and cups your rear as he guides you to his car. Grinning like a fool he unlocks the car and
holds the door open for you. You slide onto the passenger seat letting your skirt ride up giving him a good look at your panties. His grin widens.

It's a short drive. As you point out your place Winston begins to look a little nervous. You tell Winston to park anywhere on the street.

"What's the matter." you ask, noticing the change in his attitude.

"Ah, um, what if your roommate's home or something."

You look at the flat, all the lights are out.

"Well if Ginger were home the place would be lit up like a stadium at a night game." you chuckle, "She doesn't know how to turn off a light."

Winston considers that for a second, "Yeah, I guess you're right," he pauses, "What if she comes home?"

You laugh, "We invite her to join us I guess."

Winston looks horrified.

You lean over and nuzzle his ear, "She told me she was planning to be out all night," you lie, "Come on, or I'm going to ruin your seats."
Winston leers at you and laughs. You and Winston walk arm in arm up the walk.

Inside the apartment, Winston takes you in his arms. His lips are soft and he seems to know how to use them.

Still in the entrance way you fumble with his belt.

* [[Right here on the stairs]]
* [[Upstairs in the bed]]

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The cafe where you and your colleagues go after work

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 21:24:00 GMT

Velantian:

Entering the bar, you encounter Mary Applegate, some friend of your brother. You say hello, and she looks surprised. "Why are you here? Didn't you hear there's a huge equine party at the grove?"

As you think about it, penny did ramble on and on about some party last time you were at the bar, but you were drunk, en secretly eyeing a large-muscled zebra stallion, and didn't pick up too much.

Where to go now?
*[[The bar where Penny works, she might be there]] and so will lots of other equines.
*[[The table where your colleagues usually sit, to find that hot office boy]]
*[[The bar, to get drunk before going to Penny's party]]
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Burst in, looking the most dangerous you can. Eric might be in trouble!

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 21:20:26 GMT

Velantian:

Screaming a war cry you heard on TV last night, you slam the door open, and get ready to fight the bastards that are trying to kill Eric. You see no bastards however. One, maybe. The one doggy style with a female dog, that hasn't even heard you enter. trembling with anger (and lust. How much you wanted to be that dog...) you slam the door shut, and try to decide what to do now.

The city is your best option, you decide. But where to go?

-Penny works in a nice cafe, but not many other equines hang out there, and most of the male public is not your species or married.

-Going to the club area might work, there's always some horny guys out there. However, most of the males will be too inexperienced or drunk to please you.

-The cafe where you and your colleagues go after work. You heard the new guy in the office is really hot. Not much chance for anybody else if he isn't there tough.

-A Rave party you spotted posters from when on your way to Eric. The guys that fuck the best hang out there, altough raves also attract ketamine addicted freaks.

*[[The bar where Penny works, she might be there]]
*[[The club area, where all the studs go out]]
*[[The cafe where you and your colleagues go after work]]
*[[The Rave, where you can go as wild as you want]]
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Your brother

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 21:12:15 GMT

Velantian:

Your brother Jardon is standing in the doorway. "Hey Kayde, ah, in
heat again?"

"Get out!" you yell.

"Sorry, I forget how crabby you get when you're in heat." With a sly
grin on his face he glides through the doorway, for a big guy he moves
very gracefully. He closes the door and reaches for your comfy old
bathrobe that is hanging from the hook on the back of the door. He
holds out the robe for you as you slide out of bed. "You should really
put up a sign like 'Private Time' or lock the door or something. it
could save you a lot of embarrassment."

"I'm not embarrassed, I'm pissed, and there is no need for a sign if
people would just knock on the damn door" You grab the robe he is offering.

"Pissed that I didn't knock or pissed that you didn't get to finish?"

You stand chest to chest with him you poking him with a finger to
emphasize each word. "Both, and," (poke) "I" (poke) "am" (poke) "not
crabby when I'm in heat!" (poke, poke poke).

"Feel better?" Jardon asks calmly.

Actually you do, just being this close to a real stallion, his scent
all around you, has a calming effect. Damn he smells good!

"Whoa, down girl," you think to yourself.

*[[He should have knocked]]
*[[Tell him to get out]]

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You drop your robe

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 21:06:13 GMT

Velantian:

You let your robe slide to the floor.

"Breath taking as always." Jar murmurs as he looks at you approvingly.

Jardon picks you up as if you weigh nothing at all and places you on the bed.
You had forgotten how strong he is!

You spread you legs for him and raise your knees.  He nibbles at your breasts as he mounts you.
You clench your teeth and wince. Sex with jardon can be challenging, he's
so big, so hard! You feel your intimate muscles stretch to accommodat him.
His great flare is a knot deep within you. Daniels
knot was great, but this, this was where a mare should feel a
knot. Yes, a real stallion is much better that that any of the your toys.

"Nothing better than real horse sex" you moan under him.


Jardon laughs, a short bark, then a low moan of agreement..


It seems to you that Jar has matured.  He takes his time, long and powerful strokes.
The next few minutes are filled with nickering, excited squealing, and
snorting.  Not all the excited squealing is yours either!

The two of you collapse onto the bed and snuggle while you catch your
breath.  After a minute or so Jar springs up and starts pulling on his
pants. "Come on, I really feel like a run now!"

While you lay there in a relaxed glow Jar rummages through your
dresser until he finds your running clothes.  He tosses them in your
direction. "Come on! Dress!"

You chuckle, "Got to run to the bathroom first.  I'll need a pad too,
since I'll probably be leaking your mess for the rest of the day!"

Dressed and feeling much better you and Jardon leave the house.

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You laugh as you push him out the door

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 21:03:52 GMT

Velantian:

'No, maybe later' you think to yourself. A run sound good. Besides you're curious about why
Jar wants to have 'a little talk.'

Quickly you tighten the robe around your body. "OK, a run
it is."

Jar gets up. He gives you a big hug. Once again you notice how great
he smells.

"Thanks Kay," Jardon leers at you, "Say, can I watch you get dressed?".

You laugh as you push him out the door.

You throw on some running clothes and join Jardon down stairs.

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You laugh as you push him out the door

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 21:01:44 GMT

Velantian:

'No, maybe later' you think to yourself. A run sound good. Besides you're curious about why
Jar wants to have 'a little talk.'

Quickly you tighten the robe around your body. "OK, a run
it is."

Jar gets up. He gives you a big hug. Once again you notice how great
he smells.

"Thanks Kay," Jardon leers at you, "Say, can I watch you get dressed?".

You laugh as you push him out the door.

You throw on some running clothes and join Jardon down stairs.

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Make him prove it

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 20:59:15 GMT

Velantian:

You feel that little twitch and hear a soft slap as you evert. For
some reason you hope that Jar didn't hear it. You put your hands on
your hips, fully aware that your robe will fall open. "Prove it!" you
challenge.

Jar shakes his head. "Kayde, Kayde, Kayde are you trying to seduce me"?

*[[You drop your robe]]
*[[You laugh as you push him out the door]]

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You drop your robe

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 20:54:48 GMT

Velantian:

You let your robe slide to the floor.

"Breath taking as always." Jar murmurs as he looks at you approvingly.

Jardon picks you up as if you weigh nothing at all and places you on the bed.
You had forgotten how strong he is!

You spread you legs for him and raise your knees.  He nibbles at your breasts as he mounts you.
You clench your teeth and wince. Sex with jardon can be challenging, he's
so big, so hard! You feel your intimate muscles stretch to accommodat him.
His great flare is a knot deep within you. Daniels
knot was great, but this, this was where a mare should feel a
knot. Yes, a real stallion is much better that that any of the your toys.

"Nothing better than real horse sex" you moan under him.

Jardon laughs, a short bark, then a low moan of agreement..

It seems to you that Jar has matured.  He takes his time, long and powerful strokes.
The next few minutes are filled with nickering, excited squealing, and
snorting.  Not all the excited squealing is yours either!

The two of you collapse onto the bed and snuggle while you catch your
breath.  After a minute or so Jar springs up and starts pulling on his
pants. "Come on, I really feel like a run now!"

While you lay there in a relaxed glow Jar rummages through your
dresser until he finds your running clothes.  He tosses them in your
direction. "Come on! Dress!"

You chuckle, "Got to run to the bathroom first.  I'll need a pad too,
since I'll probably be leaking your mess for the rest of the day!"

Dressed and feeling much better you and Jardon leave the house.

You drop your robe

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 20:51:27 GMT

Velantian: Created page with 'You let your robe slide to the floor. "Breath taking as always." Jar murmurs as he looks at you approvingly. Jardon picks you up as if you weigh nothing at all and places you o…'

You let your robe slide to the floor.

"Breath taking as always." Jar murmurs as he looks at you approvingly.

Jardon picks you up as if you weigh nothing at all and places you on the bed.
You had forgotten how strong he is!

You spread you legs for him and raise your knees.  He nibbles at your breasts as he mounts you.
You clench your teeth and wince. Sex with jardon can be challenging, he's
so big, so hard! You feel your intimate muscles stretch to accommodate
the bulk of him. His great flare is a knot deep within you. Daniels
knot was great, but this, this was where a mare should feel a
knot. Yes, much better that that any of the your toys.

"Nothing better than real horse sex" you moan under him.

Jardon laughs, a short bark, then a low moan of agreement..

It seems Jar has learned  something, matured.  He takes his time, long and powerful strokes.
The next few minutes are filled with nickering, excited squealing, and
snorting.  Not all the excited squealing is yours either!

The two of you collapse onto the bed and snuggle while you catch your
breath.  After a minute or so Jar springs up and starts pulling on his
pants. "Come on, I really feel like a run now!"

While you lay there in a relaxed glow Jar rummages through your
dresser until he finds your running clothes.  He tosses them in your
direction. "Come on! Dress!"

You chuckle, "Got to run to the bathroom first.  I'll need a pad too,
since I'll probably be leaking your mess for the rest of the day!"

Dressed and feeling much better you and Jardon leave the house.

Make him prove it

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 20:48:23 GMT

Velantian:

You feel that little twitch and hear a soft slap as you evert. For
some reason you hope that Jar didn't hear it. You put your hands on
your hips, fully aware that your robe will fall open. "Prove it!" you
challenge.

Jar shakes his head. "Kayde, Kayde, Kayde are you trying to seduce me"?

*[[You drop your robe]]
*[[Well he is only a half brother]]

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He is right

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 20:44:12 GMT

Velantian:

He's right, you do always feel better after a run.

Jar is waiting for your answer. He looks so good in those running
shorts of his. His tee shirt hangs loosely around his waist but
stretches tight around his chest and shoulders.

Well, there is something that makes you feel better than a run.

"Hey, Kayde, come on get dressed and join me for a quick run. I
promise coffee..."

"Well..." you dither.

Jar sits down on the edge of the bed. "It's a beautiful day
outside. Really, what would your rather be doing, having a great run
in the fresh air and sunshine or staying in here playing with..." Jar
picks up the toy, "...this." he holds your sex toy up between his thumb
and forefinger.

Laughing you answer, "Well, I don't know, I was having a pretty good time before you came
barging in here."

Jardon snorts, "Poor substitue for the real thing."

*[[You laugh as you push him out the door]]
*[[Make him prove it]]

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Tell him to get out

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 20:33:52 GMT

Velantian: Trying to create a coherent thread

It's not unusual for equines to 'keep it in the family' as it were.
It's no stigma for fillies or mares but some equines look down on
stallions who practice incest. It can be considered a sign that a
stallion can't attract a mare from outside the herd. Not that Jardon
would ever have that problem, He's a smart, big, strong stallion. He
has no trouble attracting females, of any species. Even though he is
your brother Jar has been on one of your on and off lovers for years.

You haven't seen Jardon in more than a year. He turned up in town a little while
ago, he said it was on business. He likes it here and that he may
settle down and stay. You are not sure what you think about that.

"Jardon, I've got things to do, you really need to get out of here."

Jardon looks down at the toy on the bed and grins. "Yeah I can see
that."

Before you have a chance to protest Jardon continues. "Actually I
wanted to see if you wanted to go for a run this morning and get some
coffee later, I need to ask you something..." he pauses, "my treat."

You start to beg off, "I'd love to but I stepped on something this
morning and my hoof is a little sore..."

Jar looks at you funny. "You too?"

"Huh?"

Jar shakes his head, "Never mind, come on, a run will do you good,
you know you alwaya feel better after a good run."

*[[He is right]]
*[[He should have knocked]]

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Tell him to get out

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 19:53:49 GMT

Velantian:

t's not unusual for equines to 'keep it in the family' as it were.
It's no stigma for fillies or mares but some equines look down on
stallions who practice incest. It can be considered a sign that a
stallion can't attract a mare from outside the herd. Not that Jardon
would ever have that problem, He's a smart, big, strong stallion. He
has no trouble attracting females, of any species. Even though he is
your brother Jar has been on one of your on and off lovers for years.

You haven't seen Jardon in years, but he turned up in town a little while
ago on business. He has told you that he likes it here and that he may
settle down and stay. You are not sure what you think about that.

"Jardon, I've got things to do, you really need to get out of here."

Jardon looks down at the toy on the bed and sneers. "Yeah I can see
that."

Before you have a chance to protest Jardon continues. "Actually I
wanted to see if you wanted to go for a run this morning and get some
coffee later, I need to ask you something..." he pauses, "my treat."

You start to beg off, "I'd love to but I stepped on something this
morning and my hoof is a little sore..."

Jar looks at you funny. "You too?"

"Huh?"

Jar shakes his head, "Never mind, come on, a run will do you good,
both of us always feel better after a good run."

*[[He is right]]
*[[He should have knocked]]

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Your brother

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 19:52:38 GMT

Velantian:

Your brother Jardon is standing in the doorway. "Hey Kayde, ah, in
heat again?"

"Get out!" you yell.

"Sorry, I forget how crabby you get when you're in heat." With a sly
grin on his face he glides through the doorway, for a big guy he moves
very gracefully. He closes the door and reaches for your comfy old
bathrobe that is hanging from the hook on the back of the door. He
holds out the robe for you as you slide out of bed. "You should really
put up a sign like 'Private Time' or lock the door or something. it
could save you a lot of embarrassment."

"I'm not embarrassed, I'm pissed, and there is no need for a sign if
people would just knock on the damn door" You grab the robe he is offering.

"Pissed that I didn't knock or pissed that you didn't get to finish?"

You stand chest to chest with him you poking him with a finger to
emphasize each word. "Both, and," (poke) "I" (poke) "am" (poke) "not
crabby when I'm in heat!" (poke, poke poke).

"Feel better?" Jardon asks calmly.

Actually you do, just being this close to a real stallion, his scent
all around you, has a calming effect. Damn he smells good!

"Whoa, down girl," you think to yourself.

*[[He didn't mean any harm]]
*[[Tell him to get out]]

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Your flatmate Ginger

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 19:50:51 GMT

Velantian:

Your flatmate Ginger breezes into the room, "Hey Kayde can I borrow
your..." She is always barging into your room without permission. Her
eyes widen in shock as she realizes what she has interrupted. Then she
grins like an idiot.

You blush, the toy slides out.

You think to yourself, 'What the hell, she's the one who should be
embarrassed'. You wave the dildo in the air pointing it at
her. "Ginger! What have I told you about knocking first! Now, what the
hell do you want"

Ginger stares at the huge sex toy.

"In heat again are we? Well, I was going to ask if I could borrow a
curry brush, but, um maybe you could lend me that instead" she points
at the toy as she giggles.

You sigh, "The brushes are in the bathroom Ginger."

Ginger giggles again. As she turns to leave she tosses her long
palomino tail and wiggles her ass, teasing.

"And close the door on your way out" you yell as she leaves.

Ginger closes the door, you can hear her laughing all the way down the
hall.

"Great, now everyone will know about my morning by lunch" you say to
your self.

That was the first thing, that was the sign, the sign that all bets
were off today, now anything could happen.

*[[May as well go to work]]
*[[Stay in bed for the rest of the day]]

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The door to your room opens

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 19:49:16 GMT

Velantian:

As the door opens you are caught with your legs spread wide, your hips
thrust in the air and a huge sex toy shaped like a horse penis shoved deep
in your twat.

Awkward.

*[[Your brother]]
*[[Your flatmate Ginger]]

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Anatomically correct horse dildo

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 19:46:50 GMT

Velantian:

"Ah, this is a morning for you Big Boy." you say aloud as you pull the toy from the bag.
'Big Boy' is over fifteen inches long, tapered from almost six inches in diameter at the base to about three inches at the head. It's covered with very realistic veins and topped with a
mushrooming flair just like a real stallion.  It's a great toy and feels very realistic both inside and out.

"Big Boy" was a gift from Penny.  You suspect she bought it because you have large hands and she's rather petite.

The plastic feels a little cool so you suck on the tip a few seconds to warm it up.  You tilt your head back then swallow about half of it.
Breathing easily though your nose you are able to swallow almost the entire length.  Unlike some mammals equines don't have a gag reflex. A fact all stallions seem to appreciate.

When you think its warm enough you lay back on the bed.  You tease yourself open with the head of the dildo and with the other hand you rub yourself.
Your hips begin to twitch up and down and that warm feeling spreads through you. You nicker softly.

Deeper and deeper, faster and faster you rub and poke.  Your soft nickering turns to panting and the occasional whinny and squeal...

*[[Someone knocks on the door]]
*[[The door to your room opens]]

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Anatomically correct horse dildo

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 19:45:14 GMT

Velantian:

"Ah, this is a morning for you Big Boy." you say aloud as you pull the toy from the bag.
'Big Boy' is over fifteen inches long, tapered from almost six inches in diameter at the base to about three inches at the head. It's covered with very realistic veins and topped with a
mushrooming flair just like a real stallion.  It's a great toy and feels very realistic both inside and out.

"Big Boy" was a gift from Penny.  You suspect she bought it because you have large hands and she's rather petite.  The only drawback is that Penny
keeps bugging you to let her stick 'Big Boy' up your ass.  Anal is one thing you have never done and really have no desire to do.  You've considered letting Penny
doing it to you some day but so far you've declined.  Penny loves to have the small blue vibrator up her ass but so far hasn't used 'Big Boy' yet. You've hinted that you'd
let her use the little blue vibrator on her ass if she does 'Big Boy' but so far you've been safe. Sighing, you wish Penny were here right now.

The plastic feels a little cool so you suck on the tip a few seconds to warm it up.  You tilt your head back then swallow about half of it.
Breathing easily though your nose you are able to swallow almost the entire length.  Unlike some mammals equines don't have a gag reflex. A fact all stallions seem to appreciate.

When you think its warm enough you lay back on the bed.  You tease yourself open with the head of the dildo and with the other hand you rub yourself.
Your hips begin to twitch up and down and that warm feeling spreads through you. You nicker softly.

Deeper and deeper, faster and faster you rub and poke.  Your soft nickering turns to panting and the occasional whinny and squeal...

*[[Someone knocks on the door]]
*[[The door to your room opens]]

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Aluminum baseball bat

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 19:43:29 GMT

Velantian:

What he heck is this doing in here?

You toss it aside and keep rummaging through the bag.

*[[Blue vibrator]]
*[[Anatomically correct horse dildo]]

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Aluminum baseball bat

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 19:42:22 GMT

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What he heck is this doing in here?

You toss it aside and keep rummaging through the bag.

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[[Category: Furry World]]

Go for the toy box under the bed

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 19:36:41 GMT

Velantian:

You reach under the bed, groping for the handle of the black leather
bag. As you turn your head to reach further under the bed you notice
yourself in the mirror behind you. Your head is on the floor and your
ass is raised in the air. "My favorite position," you giggle. You flip
your tail over your haunches and wiggle your ass. "Come and get it,"
you say to your reflection, then giggle again.

You admire your ass for a few seconds then you pull the bag out from
under the bed, Opening the bag you study the contents.

Pulling out a bottle of lubricant, since you're in heat you don't
really need it but you like how it makes you feel. You dribble a
little lube between your legs and rub it around and in. You
particularly like the in part and pay particular attention to the in
part.

Finished with the initial preparation you reach into the bag and pull
out the:

*[[Blue vibrator]]
*[[Anatomically correct horse dildo]]
*[[Aluminum baseball bat]]

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Try to play with your clit with your hooves

Velantian — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 19:35:39 GMT

Velantian:

You're in season again, sigh. Not that it's such a bad thing, but
being a single mare in a city that has a sparse population of equines
can be frustrating on oh so many levels.

In your mom's day, you would have been part of some stallions harem by
now, pushing out foals and keeping an eye out for a younger better
provider. Thank god those days are over. Still, the idea of finding a
good stud and the support of a small family herd is appealing, equines
prefer living in groups after all. Having someone around for a good
morning banging when you're in heat has it's advantages. Still, things
are pretty good, no regrets, you like your job, mostly, and you can
pretty much make your own hours.

Your job as a photographer and copy editor for an in house publication
at a small non profit pays well and gives you plenty of free time.
It's better than the job as a local reporter in the last town you lived in.

Like most mares, as well as equines in general, sex is approached as a
social function. As Daniel once said about equines: "it's meet, greet
and screw. For a mare in heat just reverse that order".

Ah, Daniel, what a wolf. Carnivore's can make sex last so much longer
than herbivores. Daniel would make you cum three or four times before
he was finished. (Just thinking about Daniel gets you a little wet!)
Too bad he was so possessive. Wolves mate for life and Daniel had
aspirations of being the alpha of his own little mixed species
pack. You just didn't want to deal with that kind of crap. But that wolf
was great in bed though.

After Daniel there was that stallion who turned out to be a ass
(literally!) There hasn't been anyone steady in your life for a
while, until you met Penny. Mares tease each other all the time, but
if there were no studs around then things go beyond just teasing.
Penny was special though.

Reminiscing about Daniel and thinking about Penny is making you horny
and just rubbing yourself is just not getting the job done.

*[[grab the small black book near your desk]]
*[[give it up and get on with your day]]
*[[go for the toy box under the bed]]
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