Condoms, Rose. Condoms!
Some bulk mail appeared in my mailbox this morning. The subject line read: "Condoms, Rose. Condoms!"
The voice of the internet has spoken.
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It was February 13th, and Rose stared unhappily across her bedroom. The teenage wolf had just broken up with her boyfriend of six months, and the box sitting on her bedside table reminded her why.
He'd wanted to have sex with her; and she'd agreed - he was quite a hunk - but had insisted that they should use condoms, like those sitting in that very box. He'd argued - that they stopped the sensation, that he wanted to feel her, not some plastic - and they'd fought over it until finally he stormed out.
Leaving her here, alone, on a Friday night - and the one before Valentine's Day, too. She sighed, flopping back onto the bed to stop staring at the guilty box, and instead fix her gaze on the less-offensive ceiling.
Soon, she drifted off to unhappy sleep.
As Rose slept, something strange began to happen. She felt soft touches along her fur, smooth, cool touches stroking her body. The wolf leaned into them, smiling in her sleep as they petted her and slowly undressed her.
Flexible arms, of a sort, enfolded her then, though there seemed to be far more than two, lifting her from the bed and embracing her as they carried her off. She awoke lying in in a bed with silk sheets, the room lit softly by the candlelight, and a shadowy shape sat by the side of the bed.
"Who are you? Where am I?" the wolf asked, confused.
The figure smiled. "I am here to please you," he replied in a whispery voice, rising from the bed to cross the room and get a heart shaped box from a small table and offer it to her.
Curiously, the wolf opened the lid, finding inside a rather odd sampler pack; along the center lay a smooth silicone dildo, and arranged around it were an assortment not only of chocolates, but condoms and small packets of lube.
She blushed, looking up at the figure. "To... please me?" she asked.
The figure nodded. "I am here to please you," he repeated softly, standing nearby with his head bowed down and his features invisible.
Rose trailed her fingers along the surface of the toy, and then paused to eat a chocolate as she considered.
It melted in her mouth; one of the best candies she'd ever had, and she smiled, her fingers touching the toy once more. "All right," she murmured, drawing the dildo out from the paper cup it nestled in.
She handed it to the figure, who bowed as he took it, holding it out in one hand, pointing up and towards her. Deciding on a condom took longer; there were dozens of kinds, some smooth and thin, other corrugated or prickly with textures.
In the end, though, she picked a fairly simple one, the latex shaped with a gentle swirl running down along the length. She opened the packet and drew out the rolled-up rubber disc, and the shadowy figure presented the toy to her, bowing again as she unrolled the condom onto it.
Another chocolate, and another moment of thought, and she selected a packet of lube, handing that over as well. The figure bowed once more, and turned to glide down towards the foot of the bed. His fingers trailed softly along her leg, curving to her inner thigh and gently pressing them apart.
Rose hesitated, giving a little shiver. "What are you -" she began.
The figure paused, his fingers petting slow circles in the soft fur of her leg. "I am here to please you," he murmured, the condom-clad toy in his other hand gleaming as it caught the candlelight.
The wolf shivered, then nodded, lifting her legs apart and letting the touch continue up between them. He was gentle, kind, caressing over her folds before softly parting them.
Cool lube dripped down onto her sensitive flesh, slick and wet as he let about half the packet go between her lips, the rest dribbled on over the condom covering his silicone length.
Then his fingers began to explore her folds, and Rose moaned softly, pressing her head back to the pillows as those gentle touches found her clit, her deeper opening, and all the points in between. Her hips began to rock against his, her eagerness building as he teased, as the nub of her clit pressed out from under its hood and her own juices started flowing to join the lube.
"M- more!" she panted, shivering in desire from all the attentions of his fingers along her folds, wanting to feel herself filled with the shaft that glistened wetly in the shadowed figure's other hand.
"I am here to please you," he replied with a bow, and the toy in his hand descended to nudge between her folds, to press at her deeper opening.
Rose's hips pressed down against it, and she moaned as the toy began sliding inside her. He let her set the pace, a steady pressure that she could sink down onto as she found fit with the rocking of her hips.
Gradually it slid inside her, his other hand continuing its teasing and rubbing, and when it wasn't more than halfway in she reached her first orgasm, moaning and shuddering down around the condom-clad toy hard, hard enough to push it partway out of her in those crushing waves of pleasure.
He let it slip out, and then began pressing inwards again, filling her passage once more with the slickened, rubberclad shaft and making her body quiver. As he began to thrust it in and out, in time with the motion of her hips, she quickly reached another climax, and then another, moaning and shuddering as one shuddering release sparked another and her fur became soaked with her juices.
Finally, as Rose grew exhausted, the thrusting slowed, and his fingers kept teasing along her folds just long enough to let a final wave of orgasms push the toy out from inside her.
She wanted to ask questions, but she found herself drifting off to sleep instead, too worn from her repeated pleasures. As she slept, those soft touches curled against her again, some smooth and thin, some corrugated or prickly or spiraled, and petted her as they carried her off once more.
Rose's eyes drifted open to find herself in her usual room, the morning light filtering in on a bright Saturday. She felt warm, contented from multiple pleasures from what must, she thought, have been just a fascinating dream.
A knock on her door, and then the face of her mother appeared. "Your boyfriend called, Rose," she began, and for a moment the fight of last night rushed back to her as her mother continued. "He said to tell you he's sorry? And ask you to meet him for lunch at the cafe."
Rose paused a moment, then nodded. "All right.. thanks," she replied, and her mother nodded before ducking out again and closing the door behind her.
It seemed everything might be all right with the world after all, with a chance to reconcile and a wonderful dream. She sat up and tossed the blankets aside to get up and paused; for, there between her legs, lay the crumpled latex of a well-used condom.
Finally, she just laughed, and murmured a "Thanks!" to whoever might be listening before she got dressed and went out for Valentine's Day, a fresh new condom stuck into her pocket.
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Have fun and stay safe, everyone! Happy Valentine's!