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This story was written for Day #24 of Kinktober 2017! Today's theme is Autofellatio, and the story was written for Razz. This story contains masturbatory acts involving a consenting adult hermaphrodite. :3

Self-Care

Kassidy pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, the ringtail cat and fox crossbreed's lush black and white hair falling tousled across his face, a smile of amusement flickering over his features as he tossed his head and flicked it aside. Calmly the hybrid held the t-shirt out in front of him, folding it over, then bringing it to his chest and flattening it out before folding it in half again. He walked across the bedroom and set it down on top of his neatly arranged dresser. His trousers came next, the dark material of the black skinny jeans eased down his lean legs with care and tugged gently off as he lifted one foot at a time, balancing himself carefully with his long, lush tail all the while. They too were folded and set down beside the t-shirt, after which Kassidy began to unfasten the fingerless gloves encircling his hands. These he didn't fold, but flattened them out carefully before lying them together, palm to palm, between his lower and upper garments.

He walked past his bed, past the lights and camera set up pointed at it but currently inactive, and out into the apartment's hallway. He padded to the bathroom, and only then did he slide down his boxer shorts, the garment already somewhat tented by what way resting within. He was still flaccid for the most part, but even with that being said there were still a good five inches of thick manhood bulging against the fabric of his underwear before he set it loose. The flesh of his member was pale as his tongue and portions of the pads of his paws, but it was still warm to the touch as he ran a few fingertips across its length while dropping his underwear into the laundry basket. With both hands free he cupped his shaft in one hand and tilted it upward, running the fingers of the other paw over its underside to ensure there were no stray hairs or fibres from his underwear caught between the flesh of his shaft itself and the many metallic piercings that ran down the length of its frenulum in a neat, evenly spaced ladder.

By the time he returned to his bedroom, still carefully checking over his member to ensure that there was nothing present which could disturb what he was about to indulge in, it was already responding to his touch. Swelling, stiffening, starting to show off the fact that while impressive in a flaccid state, it was far more devastatingly delicious to behold when aroused. As it stiffened the head began to take on its more distinctive appearance, betraying yet more blended genetics within the hybrid's body as the tip began to swell and flare in a distinctively equine manner. Kassidy growled softly as he stroked his length up and down a few times to further encourage its continued growth, but soon let slip a louder gasp of desire as he ceased doing so, not wishing to push himself too far into the act of masturbation before he was truly ready to begin. After all, this wasn't just some lazy jerk-off. This wasn't him fulfilling some request for a big money donator, or putting on some show where he was just being casual in his masturbatory efforts. He knew exactly what he was doing. His body, his minded craved only one thing right now. The comfort, the warmth, the tender self-love that only one form of self-stimulation could provide.

Scrambling up onto his bed, Kassidy pulled the pillows away from the top of the bed near the headboard and began to arrange them lower down, stacking them in a manner that created height but also stability so they wouldn't simply slide out from under one another at the slightest provocation. He rolled over onto his back, and with a rosy-cheeked blush as he pulled himself up onto all fours and crab-walked for a few steps with his huge horse-cock twitching and rising high up above him like some immensely lewd flag-pole, he aligned himself over those pillows before flopping down again. His upper body lay flat upon the bed, but his buttocks remained raised up higher as his lower back was supported and lifted by the comfy stack beneath them.

Up went his legs, rising up and spreading out, bending at the knee as his toes splayed and curled in instinctive excitement. Kassidy could feel his heart-rate picking up as his body clued in to what was going on, recognising these positions, these well practised and much loved motions that he went through whenever he felt deserving of some deep love and affection both from and to his very own self. He reached down his body with his arms, turning them so they slipped down beneath his spread legs and around the underside of his buttocks. A louder moan escaped him as he felt his paws spreading his cheeks apart, the cooler, air-conditioned bedroom air meeting with his pink, well groomed rosebud. A little further along the underside of his loins, he felt more flesh spreading and parting as his legs trembled, thighs quivering in anticipation.

He felt the same cool air against the lips of his pussy, and in particular against the exposed and gently throbbing nub of his clitoris. For a moment or two he closed his eyes and imagined lying here in this very position as a large cock slowly lowered itself down into him, into his pussy while his own hands feverishly rubbed and teased at his swollen, aching clit. He groaned as his eyes opened once more, and blushed deeper still as he glanced towards the tripod mounted camera and the rather large chest resting close by it. Now there was an idea that'd make him some cash. But... not today. Or at least, not right now.

Returning his focus to the matter at hand, to the act he was here to share with himself, Kassidy let his gaze settle upon the focal point of everything he was feeling. His cock. He watched it twitch in the air above him, the elevation of his crotch and the curve of his back allowing its tip to hover over his chest. He flexed his muscles, focusing on tightening the base of his stomach, and moaned as his erection strained rock hard and perfectly straight for a few moments. He repeated this motion several times, revelling in how the piercings along the underside of his shaft tugged and teased at the flesh through which they ran as it stiffened without any other form of contact than those purposeful muscular contractions. Needless to say by the time he ceased, his cock was at the absolute height of its arousal, standing just over a foot in length and already beginning to drip pre-cum from its tip. A few of those glistening droplets fell from the flared head and tumbled onto the white fur of Kassidy's chest, and it was then that the herm hybrid knew he couldn't possibly force himself to wait any longer.

He had earned this for another day of hard work, another day of being the best version of himself he knew how to be. He deserved this for keeping his head up in a world that was far from perfect, but one which he did his best to try and make a little bit better for other folks each and every day.

Kassidy took a deep breath, trying to steady himself but not really succeeding as it escaped him in a ragged, longing gasp. He whimpered softly, giddily as that same wave of anticipatory euphoria which always hit home about now struck him. He was going to do it. Again. And just as it always did, just as it had each and every time he indulged in this act of pure indulgence and tender, loving self-care since first discovering that he could, it was going to be incredible.

Tightening his grip on his own buttocks and pulling on them slightly, raising his ass up off the pillows and arching his back to further increase the gradient at which his lower body was raised above him, Kassidy's toes curled and his lush tail thrashed happily back and forth through the air as he craned his neck forward. His cock flexed, bobbed and twitched in excitement, and the hybrid yelped and giggled as more than once he felt its dripping tip slap him lightly on the nose as he lunged for it unsuccessfully. After a few attempts however, mouth wide open, groaning loudly and tongue extended, Kassidy achieved what he had been waiting for since the moment he completed the last of his daily tasks and realised it was time for his reward. He felt his own cock slide between his moist, hungry lips, and as he urgently closed them around it, thrusting his hips forward while doing the same to his neck so yet more of his cock was forced into his own waiting muzzle, Kassidy began to suckle upon himself with all the passion, all the longing and all the love he would have given to the most cherished of lovers.

As his eyes fell shut and he began to suck his own cock, bobbing up and down the first few inches of its length as best he could and gurgling happily while his own hips urged him to fuck his own face harder and deeper still, a giddy smile crossed Kassidy's face. He gurgled in delight, in almost giggling glee as he began this almost daily ritual of his self-stimulating blowjob. It never got old. It never felt tired or stale in the way a more conventional act of masturbation might have. Just like making love to a cherished partner, while the novelty may have turned to warm familiarity over time the passion, the fire that burned at the core of the act remained searing hot.

His lithe, flexible body fucked itself with relish, Kassidy's tongue slurping at the flared head of his cock and his throat gulping down every drizzle of pre-cum that trickled and spurted out across the roof of his maw. He continued to use his hands to tug against his buttocks and encourage, even enhance the bucking of his hips, whimpering happily as he soon felt the first of the metal bars running through the underside of his shaft brushing against his lips. Then another. Then another. Each one was a milestone of success, but more than that each one meant more pleasure as his tongue teased around those bars and flicked them with its tip, sending deep, intense stimulation through the very shaft into which they were embedded in a way that no external contact could possibly provide.

Kassidy couldn't speak of course as he suckled himself, even his longing moans and gurgles muffled by the presence of his own cock in his maw. If he could have cried out though, and in the mindless gurgles he let slip that might well have been words were it not for the cock filling his maw, there would have been gratitude every bit as much as pleasure. Thanks given to himself, shameless self-congratulation as he rewarded himself for accomplishing and continuing the very act which deserved the reward. It felt incredible physically speaking of course, but for most of the duration of the act the response was as much emotive as it was sexually stimulating. It felt good, sure. But it also felt good. Soothing. Reassuring. Comforting with every twitch, every slurp, every moment of devoted self-pleasure.

There quickly came a point of course where the physical did trump even the emotional bliss of the act, and as that moment rose ever more imminent and potent within Kassidy's body and mind he began to focus more and more on drawing every last drop of physical stimulation from his throbbing equine erection. He pulled back slightly to slurp and suckle and tease around his flared and sensitive head, only to dive deeper around his cock once more and feel his lips brushing over the several rungs of his metallic ladder that slipped back inside. He revelled in the feeling of his pussy dripping hot juices of its very own over his crotch, drizzling the underside of his swollen balls and trickling its arousal around the base of his member as thanks to the angle of his self-stimulating body his pussy found itself in the rare position of being geographically located above his cock. His gurgling cries grew louder, more insistent and frantic with each passing moment, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he again was struck by that sweet, pre-emptive rush of joyous anticipation that came from knowing what he was so imminently about to feel.

The first shot of cum hit the roof of his mouth and the back of his throat in a long, thick rope that made even Kassidy's well-practised self gag for just a moment before he regained control and eagerly gulped it down between two ragged breaths of his first groaning cry. He gurgled hungrily, whimpering as his hips bucked uncontrollably and his toes flexed, twitching in perfect rhythm both with the tip of his fluffy ringed tail and of course the pulsing length of his equine erection. More cum poured down his throat, and it was only when the volume grew too much to bear, as it began to ooze out around his lips even as they kept a tight seal around the cock he was suckling, that he finally released his member. A loud, echoing yet breathless yelp rang out around the bedroom as his cock sprang upward and unleashed its next thick string of seed, splattering the length of Kassidy's flushed face from muzzle to forehead and then streaking the bedding and even the floor beyond with that same ribbon of copious cum. Another followed, and another, and one more before Kassidy whimpered and felt fatigue beginning to creep in around the edges of that orgasmic bliss.

His hips sank back to the pillows, and his cock drifted away from his still open, panting, hungrily waiting maw. His flushed face burned brighter still as he felt the several strands of rich creamy cum clinging to his fur, and he groaned softly as his cock continued to trickle forth a little more cum where it now stood proud and facing almost vertically upwards, drizzling the remainder of its deep down its own towering length, rendering his already pale, glistening flesh ever more so with the rich white of his cum.

He lay there, still, satisfied, panting and smiling to himself for quite some time. He rested, relaxed, indulging in the potent and soothing afterglow every bit as happily as he had indulged in the pleasure itself, idly glancing around the room and back at the camera equipment pointed at the bed, just as silent, still and utterly inactive as before He murmured softly, contentedly as he thought of the video he'd recorded earlier that day for his customers, and the one he'd probably record later that evening too. They'd been good. They'd been hot and fun and cute. But... they hadn't been as good as that.

His customers knew he could suck himself off, and he got dozens of messages a day asking why he never did that on cam. He got offers of cash ranging from small additional tips to substantial lump sums to make a one off video of his oral efforts, and he couldn't lie, a lot of them were very flattering and tempting. But... thus far, he had resisted the urge to do so, and even now he couldn't imagine doing that, sharing that with an audience.

What he did live on camera, yeah, it was sex. But it was work, too. Something he did to make a buck as well as to make other people horny and hopefully happy. But this... what he'd done here, just now, this was personal. It was private. It was by him, and for him alone. He had a hundred different ways of showing his fans that he cared, that he adored and appreciated their kind support and appreciation of his body and what it could do. This one thing though, it wasn't for them. It wasn't for anyone else, not even his closest lovers to be a part of.

It was a private, intimate form of self-care that he didn't wish to risk somehow tainting by adding the expectations of others, any others, to his mindset as he carried it out.

It was for him, and him alone. And that was exactly the way he liked it.

By Jeeves

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