A Dramatic Touch
The night was pregnant; due to soon give birth to a sun, one befitting to grace dinosaur land with it's shine and illuminate the creeping ebony set upon it by nightfall. A comforting notion for those dinosaurs whom dwelled on yoster's isle, joyful in the cheerful rays that sprinkled upon them, and elated by the sun dropped berries that would become visible once more.
But Grape found no joy in such approaching events. Long had the young, grape colored yoshi suffered under the haunting grasp of insomnia. He'd found himself stricken with anxieties and set upon by babbling fears that perpetually taunted him from the voice deep within his own skull.
A test loomed before him, such that should he fail he'd be ridiculed and shunned, only consoled by the notion he be allowed to try again in several months time. He'd trained long and hard to become a defender of yoster's isle, and defeat under the grueling concept of the test he was faced with upon the coming day was a horrendous, excruciating option he'd not seen fit to acknowledge. He refused to give into his fears, longing to leave them behind, like the long hours of evening that had come to past, but his anxieties proved to be steadfast and perpetual, returning to him whenever he shunted them away; like a red shelled koopa twisting about sharply on his heels when he reached the end of a walk way.
The night continued, unabated by Grape's silent protests for sleep, drawing with it a growing number of terrors that assaulted Grape's confidence with no end of relentless pursuit. Would he pass? What if he failed to perform an Egg Roll correctly? Would he ever see the nice doctor near the koopihari desert again? What if his egg throws were off? What if he tripped during his flutter jump?
Outside, Buzzy Beetles, and Goobmas scuttled quietly towards more darkened areas of the forest, while the sun's radiant glow began to peek over the lush hills and rolling valleys of Yoster isle. Grape had not been successful in his task at persuading the gentle nymphs of night to bestow upon him slumber. He lay, feverishly twisting in his bed, his blankets haphazardly caressing his soft plump frame, the silk rolling off his smooth, lavender scales, while his tail swayed restlessly like a pendulum off the side of the bed. Frustration had joined the collaboration of anxiety and fear that kept Grape awake. The young yoshi hadn't opened his eyes in hours, but still his brain endlessly prattled on with possible situations, and improbable ones.
The movement was slow and desperate with no discernable inkling of desire behind the action. But it was the action that would make all the difference. Grape knew it. His pudgy digits moved on their own, dancing to a hidden beat, drummed with rhythmic desperation and a melody-less desire. His fingers dipped low, caressing over purple pubic scales, and the soft orbs hanging below, dangling against the gravity of his position and bouncing with the movements of his hips. It didn't take long, for trickles of pleasure and small dancing bolts of lightning to shimmer along his body with every tormenting stroke of his fingers. He wasn't in it for the pleasure, nor the self satisfaction of his own actions, nor was every deliberate stoke generated by loneliness or depression at the lack of a mate.
His hips arched, rolling the lush, plum colored thighs towards the sky, stabbing the stale air with his masculinity as worked himself further and further towards an exquisite sensation, one that shattered his illusions of the purpose of his caress and left him gasping and suckling oxygen from the room in heaving pants.
The tempo quickened and the dance had changed. It was originally slow and rhythmic, a gentle waltz of class and grace, like a masterful dancer that swept across the floor in a skillful glide- back and forth, moving in time and pace with the music. But the harmony was off now, and the speed had reached a feverish pitch, transforming the silky movements of the waltz into a spicy tango, peppered with hot panting and helpless breathless squeaks.
Grape's hips pushed forward, crashing against his paw while it slammed into his hips, the shock of such a meeting sent ripples pulsing through his belly and directly into his head. No longer working under the guise of sleep depravation, Grape tossed away his mask and basked in the full glory of the venture, trembling as his hips quaked with a rumble that echoed deep in his loins and struck like a geyser. He'd been lost in the efforts of his endeavor, and his castle walls came crumbling down around him, his last defenses gone, he couldn't hold back any longer.
He trembled; his hips vibrating madly while each passionate spray of his efforts left the room scented in the essence of grapes after a heavy rain, smelling fresh and sweet. Grape, for all his efforts, however, had been rewarded with a rush of fatigue that seemed to caress his very soul. His eyelids fluttered once...twice....and finally...Grape was fast asleep.
The end
Not enough Yoshi stories!!! X3