Self Discovery
Inspiration hit with a comment by Deecat and a rather descript session of self-exploration by Baton.
Lets see if anyone can piece together the gothic detail of this fun story. I am particularly interested in the critique' of fems on this story. But any will due.
Morality Nazi's edict of imposition demands without exemption that furries are blasphemous abominations before God and unless you cut off your nuts and give virgin birth, you are a sinner damned to hell. And this story will probably assist in your gaining a 3rd class to coach seat. Because sex in naughty.
Please enjoy your read.
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"Mrs. Blackpaws,"
The Young German shepherdess looked crossly at her social studies teacher for interrupting her daydream. The thin tabby took no offence to her scowl, only repeated his inane question, " what publication did the Marxist movement follow?"
Maggie let one of her ears tilt to the side of her head, "the communist manifesto"
The tabby nodded, "very good, now if you pay attention you can answer questions the first three times I ask them." He snipped.
The class seemed to drone on forever and she found herself just doodling on her notes before the bell rang for her next class. She picked up her bag, her loose violet shirt sagging dangerously open, threatening to expose her pert bosom held snugly by a bra as black as her fur. She was wearing her favorite black skirt, one that she made form an old lace tablecloth she got at a thrift store. Her mother helped her dye it black and showed her how to stitch it to a midnight blue skirt she found at the same shop. Sense then she had made a lot of her own dresses and shirts with her mother's sewing machine. She loved it so much she thought about following her mother into being a seamstress too. But not a bridal one. The dark shepherd stuck her tongue out a bit thinking about working on some fluffy white brides' dress. Then as if the word white summoned her, Weissa appeared. The stark white Samoyed almost glowed in the multicolored hall travelers. She was a little husky, not the breed, but thick. Her fur made her look even bigger than that, unless she got wet and then it was a show with all that matted fur.
The samoyed came up to her longtime friend, she was about the same age but her breasts were quite more advanced than the shepherds, and Weissa loved to flaunt her wears, often not wearing a bra and a thin black shirt was her trademark.
They had science together. If it wasn't for Weissa, Maggie credited, she would have failed this class way back at the periodic table. They had been close for a long time but Weissa had recently become more interested in flirting than hanging out with her. Except in science, they were both crack ups but they did all the work and were often the first pair done, and done correctly.
The bell rang and the students filed back out into the halls, the school day ended. Most ran to get a good seat on the bus. Maggie just walked slowly to her bus, the teeming throng of students were thin when she arrived and found her usual place saved by Weissa. They always talked with their Human bus driver. He had been in wars long ago, and each of the two friends had a medal from him on their backpacks, Weissa chose a medal with a silver star on a ribbon, and left a purple heart for Maggie, claiming it was too morbid and matched Maggie's color scheme more.
The bus rides never seemed long enough with all the things they would talk about and places the old man had seen enthralled their young minds more than any teacher they had. Probably because they were not going to be tested on it later.
Leaving her friends on the bus Maggie walked into her house. She looked around for her brother, but figured he was at the machine shop with his gearhead buddies. Figuring she was alone until her parents came home in three hours she made herself a light snack and went back into her room. She had homework she wanted to get out the way so she could watch her favorite show later without having to worry.
She tossed her books down and rifled through her CDs, passing up the dead poets for stabbing westward. She sat on the corner of her bed and began writing her short essay on her favorite poet, Poe, for English class. She only made it into the paper one paragraph before her left breast began to ache. She rubbed at her budding breast to sooth it and was rewarded with a shot of pain. The surprise made her drop her notebook on the floor, the pain was not going away, it got worse. She put her hand under her shirt and small bra, lifting the cup alone was a godsend. She quickly reached behind her and unfastened it. She was relieved as the ache was there but not as bad. Until the tingling itch came in both breasts. She gripped both breasts through her shirt and reflexively let go when it felt like she rubbed sandpaper across her nipples. She quickly pulled her lose shirt off to expose the light brown fur of her belly covered her to her collar. her aching breasts also caught in the swath of tan fur. She put her tail between her legs as she scooted into the corner made by her headboard and the wall. Her lips peeled from her teeth, her chin against her chest eyes squinted shut. Her feet kicked the sheets off all the way to the mattress. And still her toes curled as she gripped her petite breasts, trying to massage the ache away but only came to gripping her own nipples and pulling them
"AAHHRRRRA" she howled in frustration "Why does puberty have to suck" she thought to herself the syllables coming out of her mouth only as incoherent whimpers. Tears trickled down her face as she thought the itching would drive her mad. Then just as suddenly the pain was gone. She gasped her confusion setting in. She tested her perked nipple but no pain was found there in the sensitive flesh, but she gasped still in the overbearing pleasure, she felt a tingle between her haunches as he nipple throbbed, but in a new way, a good way.
The shepherdess panted falling to her knees on her floor. She looked up and saw her reflection in the mirror a stand up one she fell in love with at a flea market, it only had a single crack bisecting it horizontally in the middle, tear marks stained her cheekruffs and her nose had run a bit. But she was topless looking at herself through the cracked surface of the stand up mirror. She tilted to show her side, the mounds of furred flesh on her chest were beautiful in their budding form. She looked down and for a strange resin lapped her tongue out, she was able to lap over her own breast. The thrill was reward in itself from the warm tingle she felt in her thighs, her legs felt shaky her breath came in rasps. She put an arm on her stripped bed and lifted herself to her trembling feet.
Feeling dangerously unstable she sat on her bed again her breasts exposed to herself and the room. She felt a little giddy and laid on her back, her paws softly massaging her breasts until she could no longer ignore the tingling between her legs. She hooked her thumbs under the waist of her dress and pushed it down past her tail and it freely slipped off her to pool on the floor by the bed. She felt coolness from her groin. She looked down and found her panties were sodden from the front to her panties tail slip. She untied the string and slid her panties off to land in the pile with her dress. She sat up sniffing the new scent she was emitting. It was sweet and tinged with copper.
She ran a finger through her own inflamed labia and pulled the sticky sweet smelling finger to her nose. It was near euphoric, he tongue instinctively lapped out and over her finger. Her own taste exploded across her palette. He muzzle delved down her legs spread in canine fashion her head tucked neatly between her haunches as she lapped over and past her swollen labia and into her wet cunt. The scent flavor and feel of novel needy part of her drove her on with each tongue stroke over her clit. But it wasn't enough, she had this thing now, she wanted something, but what? She looked about her room and her bedpost caught her attention, the spun wooden post was varnished to a slick glossy shine. She looked at it form overhead as she played with herself and decided that that would be a bad idea. She then looked to the floor and had a new idea.
She went to all fours on the floor tail hiked up over her back as she backed herself up against the side of the post, her legs under the bed. The cool feel against her overheated sex sent thrills up and over her body, the glossy finish was soon slickened with her fluid as she humped against the post her arms folded under her head resting sideways on her forearms as she panted her pleasure, but soon she craved more, something new. She looked about her room and tried out a few odd objects against her but without much interest. She franticly left her room, dashing about the house as if she were on a covert mission. Hiding behind walls and peeking about. She looked to the furniture and tried spreading her self over the back of the couch and the armrests, the upholstered chairs were ravaged by the hormone driven bitch in her sexual plight.
Panting and frustrated she had humped almost everything in the house and was still in need. She sat on her haunches beating her clit in the middle of the livingroom floor. She gritted her teeth barring her fangs to the world as she felt her spine tremor with pleasure as she neared something, she gasped in surprise her eyes wide every part capable of perking was. Something within her grew, it was like a rolling ball within her and it suddenly hit, she shrieked as she orgasmed, her whole body tensing her head aback her fingers and hands involuntarily spread with the force of her first orgasm. Flowing down her thighs and onto the floor.
She panted on all fours her long black hair in disarray about her head, curtaning her face. She flipped her hair back form her panting features. To be greeted with a ghostly muzzle. Her heart leapt but the muzzle owner's tongue reached out and over her own. She pushed the muzzle away form her.
"Vasha, you mutt" she swore at the husky as she pushed him away. She then panicked. What time was it? She ran into the kitchen just in time to hear her dad's car pull up her mother's car just behind!
She bolted back to her room and was dressed by the time her parents came in the door, heralded by the squeaky bark form their husky.
Maggie looked at herself in the mirror, and fixed her hair a bit. Then she noticed something about her was different, but I was not a change in her overall look, but there was something there. She started when her mom knocked on the door jam and looked in.
"Hey Hun, were home." The older version of the Femme' stopped a moment and smiled at her daughter
"What mom?" the younger asked in her usual pensive tone, hoping the fear in her voice was not too apparent.
"Oh nothing her mother replied, just dinner is on the stove, your dad got some chicken"
"Oh, "Maggie held her left elbow nervously. I'll be there in a few, have to do something first."
"Don't be too long, your brother is on his way back and he'll eat everything if you don't get to it first" her mother threatened before she left the young bitch to herself.
Maggie looked to herself in the mirror one last time. She still swore she looked different somehow, then with one last scrutinizing glance at her tail, she left, closing her room door to get dinner, before her brother got home.
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