On the way to the mines.
Yure doesn't let go his dialy pawing, since it means a lot for him. Liontari joins it.:3
Qua 23 Mai 2012 22:09:43 BRT I was leaning against a tree, sitting, while my untaped diaper rested on the ground. I was having some fun with myself, not quite masturbating (yet), but fondling and playing around with my little tool. We were still miles from the mines, Liontari and I could stop to rest for the night. Our sleeping bags were ready and Liontari was cooking something on the fire I just produced, or better, called. He couldn't take his eyes from my naked body, though, and kept staring while he chewed on dead rabbit. I purred, moving my finger on my prick, rolling it around and watching it harden in my tiny paws. It felt so good having slight jolts of pleasure through my muscles, causing them to relax and hurt less from the long walk. I was horny, but wanted the moment to last. Pawing is more than just relief, for me, at least. It's also a... "zen way to make peace with yourself". - Yure, why do you like pawing so much? - asked Liontari, randomly. - I was focusing - I joked. - You broke my concentration. Liontari giggled. - No, seriously, why do you like it so much? - It feels good, makes me feel in touch with myself, no pun - I answered, grasping my dickie between my thumb and index finger, squeezing the tip of the foreskin and rubbing it. - I don't paw all that much, even if you are a constant tease - Liontari bit the rabbit again. - A pity - I rubbed the head of my penis through my foreskin, rolling it around softly. My tail wagged and I clenched a bit. - You look cute having fun - Liontari chuckled. - Me? - I ask, feeling tense; my desire for orgasm has risen, but I was denying it so I could fondle longer. - Yes, you - Liontari readjusted himself. - Won't you eat? I released my penis, letting my erection bob around as I crawled towards the fire. I got a rabbit for me and started to eat while still erect, the tip of my foreskin a little covered in pre-cum. It tingled and I wanted to touch, but, on the other paw, the feeling of being aroused is thrilling. So I denied. My erection, frustrated, started to die down. I continued eating the rabbit. Liontari undid his pants and began stroking his huge 20cm cock while watching my fluffy pudgyness. - But another thing bugs me - said Liontari. - Why do you hate yiff? - I did once, but non-consesually - I answered, looking at him and seeing his erection being stroked. - Ah, you were raped? - asked Liontari, picturing the scene and releasing some pre-cum. - Yes. Hurt a whole lot. A lot of animals who have such experience end up as cub molesters, but, with me, it was the very opposite. Liontari wasn't feeling guilty anymore for being, himself, a cub molester, since I'm permissive with him molesting me. My appearance serves well to his tendences and the fact
of me being actually adult doesn't bother him when he decides to "abuse" of me, that is if the word "abuse" is being used correctly. - But yiff is good when you are consenting. - I'm not willing to test - I said, stiffening at the sight of Liontari's cock, entertaining my mind with masturbatory fantasies. My erection was back when I finished my rabbit. Liontari came all of sudden, releasing thick spunk on the ground, near the fire. He relaxed and sighed, laying on the soil. Liontari watched as I started masturbating for real, grabbing my hard prick and storking it up and down while my tail went inside my tailhole. My eyelids were heavy and I sighed slowly and deeply, my face as serious as it could be in such situation, working my breathing in a steady pattern. Self-pleasure is serious business. My tail tickled my prostate and pressed on it, softly and slowly while gradually increasing in speed and strengh. My paw moved harder and I clenched periodically. Eventually, I felt it coming and tried to relax everything on the way of my ejaculation, so I could feel my toy hardening even more before shooting really far. I came as well, releasing one shot o cum and some oozing droplets, a little of it being trapped inside my foreskin. I sighed and purred, as the afterglow started. I decreased the speed, though I was still rubbing. - Mm, nice... - Good show - praised Liontari. - Thank you. I stuffed myself inside the sleeping bag, ready to sleep. Liontari moved towards me and sat nearby, to watch me sleep. I smiled at the sight of my powerful friend, feeling safe around him. Liontari kissed my forehead. - Go sleep, wanker - he said. I giggled and turned my face away, closed my eyes and relaxed. After a few minutes, I was sleeping. Liontari set his sleeping bag near me and stuffed himself in, then yawned. It was a long day and we weren't even nearby! We were in a forest, near to the beach, where we could see a broken wooden ship. Night went by quickly and the sun rose from behind the vast green horizon. I yawned as I woke up soaking wet. It was a bright, warm day. I got myself out from the bag, went to the nearest tree, got my claws stuck in it's trunk and stretched, making noises as I did. - Yeeees... Good morning, Liontari. - Just a little more... - whimpered the lion, waking up. - We have a mission, remember? Liontari creeped outside the bag and yawned. He felt my scent. - Need change? - Yes, and badly... - I answered, whining. - Strip down - Liontari yawned. I got rid of my diaper and waited patiently. Liontari got the supplies and started to clean my privates. I started to suck my thumb, as if by reflex. Liontari oiled me, paying special attention to my privates, inner thighs, underbelly and butt. I was standing
during the change. He powdered a diaper and applied rash cream around my sack and penis and in my buttcrack before he pulled the powdered padding over my furred body, taping it. I noticed it was a bit tight; I was gaining weight. With Liontari awake to mount guard, my usual night-time sadness didn't bother me; the sight of my beloved friend distracted me from those thoughts.