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   i recieved a rather strange request for a fixed broken paw short piece. The catch was being under 10 paragraphs. Not being one to dissapoint, here's what I hope is what you wanted.

Self Re-acquainted 

A Drunken Wolf Production

The cast finally came off. It had been two months since I broke my hamate bone over the dragon's forehead who pushed my little sister. I sort of lost it when I saw the small grey wolf on the ground and charged the brute. I vividly remember clutching my paw in agony as the big lizard hit the ground after I socked him. I flexed my paw feeling the stiffness trying to unsettle. My right paw or my main paw was the one I had injured that day. Now I was happy testing out my paw's limits as I opened drinks and turned door knobs.

I was glad to have access to my paw again. I had to have my wonderful tiger help me do everything from cook, to bathe, to clean up around the house. The first thing I wanted to do when he got home later was wrap my paws around his strong back and lock my digits with out a plaster cast poking him. I tried juggling a few of my tennis balls and clenched up in pain. It was easy to over do it with being fresh out of the protection. My arm fur was short and still squished looking from how long I had worn the mold. I walked into the bathroom and held it up in to mirror examining it. The grey fur didn't look bad, just matted. I gently traced my digits over my chest fur trying to get a feel for my coarse fur again. It had been forever since my right paw was able to feel anything alone touch something.

I hopped in the shower and struggled with the faucet. I barely had any grip still. The water felt good as I raised my paw to it, though it tingled like hell. I dragged my paw through my stomach fur and down to my belly button admiring my thin ab line. My finger tips still felt numb as I touched down to my sheath. Pawing with my left paw had become to much of an exhausting chore and I would usually tire out half way through frustrated. It felt so new again to grip my hardening member in my digits. I could feel the warmth again and enjoyed the feeling as I stretched more into my paw. I didn't realize how much I would miss If I lost my paw and swore I'd think twice next time. I closed my eyes leaning against the wall as the shower head poured on me.

I grabbed the soap bottle with my left paw. I had become extremely good with it, and squirted it into my right. I still wasn't used to the lathering motion and felt weird to bend my paw in that way. I murred softly though as I soaped my member up and gently clenched my paw around myself. My own touch felt so foreign as If it didn't belong to me. It was almost as if I and another were using the same paw to pleasure me. I couldn't grip myself tightly, but it was just enough to be way better than my left paw. My ears twitched as a few drops of water went in causing me to shake my head as I pawed.

I was too interested in my own self pleasure to fantasize about my mate as I usually did when I paw. This time my only thoughts were which way to stroke for the easiest pain free motion. I ended up leaning a paw against the wall slowly bucking into my paw. The feeling was still better than the left and grinded slowly. Now the thoughts of my tiger were going through my head. I wished he was behind me pounding in while stroking my shaft. He was so good at shower sex. He knew exactly what spots to hit to make me claw my way up the wall. I couldn't wait to lock my digits with his again.

I was getting closer as I bucked into my paw hoping it wouldn't give out before I could finish. The more I bucked the harder it became to grip myself. I bit my lip an fought through the stiffness picking up my speed trying to make it. The added pain of my hand aroused me a little more as I pumped. Maybe I was a tad masochistic in that aspect. I always loved when my tiger gripped me around the neck or thrusted heavily and deeply into me until I cried out. I was growing closer as my finger tips tingled making me clench and unclench. I was already starting to lock back up. Maybe I was over doing my newly healed paw too much already.

I was almost done so I didn't let the stiffness bother me as my left paw held me up against the wall. I was so glad I still had both my paws. I felt sorry for those who lost a limb or more. I was just about there and tucked my tail as I panted out. I trembled and groaned softly as I streamed into the wallv splattering down the side. I murred softly pushing against my paw bucking out spritz after spritz milking myself. It had been a few days since my tiger and I did anything so I was ready for the release. I was panting deeply as the water washed away my mess from the wall with a turn of the shower head. I had almost forgotten how sticky my seed was as it lingered on my paw. It still felt warm and globby as always.

I licked my paw clean, I was weird like that, and leaned my head against the wall. I looked down at my stiff paw trying to open my digits. It was no use, they wouldn't move. I sighed and used my left paw to re soap and clean myself up. I could barely turn off the faucet with my left paw but managed it. I toweled my self off the best I could and exited the bathroom to sit on my bed. I looked down at my right paw and shook my head. I still needed a lot more time to get reacquainted with my self.