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This "Three Word Prompt" commission was written for Superduperdog. Their three words were "Poodle, Panties, Vanity." The story contains M/Solo masturbation involving a consenting adult. :3

[center][b][u]The Perfect Pair[/u][/b][/center]

Biting his bottom lip as the front door swung open, Emmanuel regarded the postal carrier standing on the doorstep with a raised eyebrow and a gentle, confident smile spread across his white furred muzzle.

"U-uh, hey. Parcel delivery. Could y-you sign for this?"

The plump otter standing at the door was cute in his own way, though the uniform did little to assist him in that regard. But what really made him adorable was the way he blushed at the sight of the lithe, robed poodle leaning up against one side of the doorway in front of him. Emmanuel had tied his robe shut but only in the most vague and loose sense, and even if he had, the silky material of the pink robe draped against his fur and flesh so lightly that one could practically see every detail outlined within it, including a bulge beneath the visible 'v' of the dog's crotch where the robe hung open ever so slightly.

"Oh, it would be my absolute pleasure."

The poodle murmured, and though less than fifteen seconds later he was watching the otter beat a hasty retreat down the path of his front yard as he held the parcel in his hands, idly caressing it with one set of fingertips while the other hand cradled it from below. A few moments later, as the otter turned his head back towards the door just like Emmanuel knew that he would for one last look, eyes bulging and face flushing crimson no doubt as he realised that the poodle was still there, Emmanuel stepped back inside. He turned on the spot, reached down with his free hand and flicked open the front of his robe with ease, and shrugged the pink silk garment off. For a moment his gorgeous lean back, legs and rump were exposed to the outside world and his postal voyeur, before he flicked a leg out and used his toes to tease the front door closed again. Even as he walked naked up the stairs of his home and along the corridor to his bedroom, Emmanuel set to work gently opening his parcel. He was ever so careful, treating the object with great reverence as he peeled the package open, not daring to rip or tear anything despite the padding inside. Once he arrived at his bedroom however and the naked poodle flopped down onto his bed, he finished unwrapping his brand new purchase with it lying upon his perfectly lean, flat stomach. Again he bit his bottom lip, and this time a soft, breathless moan escaped the dog as he unfolded and lifted up his new purchase, holding it up over his sprawled body.

They were perfect.

The most delectably soft, silk pink panties with a lace trim and gorgeous, delicate patterns woven into the pink silk in ever so subtly different shades. They were beautiful, they were pretty and adorable and most importantly of all, they were [i]his[/i]. Not just bought by him, but custom made for Emmanuel's own body. The poodle couldn't resist, and with his legs stretching out into the air above him, he reached up and began to slide the panties over his feet and along his legs. He whined giddily at the feel of the silk against his fur and flesh, most of his snowy white body neatly and closely trimmed with just a few patches of fluffy fur around his head, wrists, ankles and tail allowed to grow longer in the traditional French poodle cut. Only when the panties reached his knees did he lower his legs again, and placed his feet upon the bed to arch his back and allow himself to tug his brand new pink underwear all the way up to his waist.

A low, longing groan escaped Emmanuel as he felt the panties cup his balls snugly, and his tongue lolled out, the dog beginning to pant openly when the silk material stroked the erection that had been hanging at half mast from the moment he heard the knock at his door from the postal carrier, but now was rapidly rising to its fullest, proudest state of arousal. Emmanuel knew that the silk of his panties was delicate and that his erection woud doubtlessly stretch its perfect form before he'd even gotten a single chance to wear them upon himself un-erect. But, frankly, they were so gorgeous and sexy that Emmanuel couldn't imagine [i]ever[/i] not being rock hard while he was wearing them. Hell, he could scarcely stay soft just looking at his own naked body in a mirror. If he ever looked down and saw that he was wearing those, he knew he'd be hard as steel in no time flat. Thus the dog simply tugged the panties up to where they would more naturally rest upon his hips, and giggled as he left a good four inches of his manhood sticking out of the panties' front, licking his lips as his erection twitched and a glistening bead of pre-cum came to rest upon its tip right before his eyes.

Allowing himself to flop down limply against the bed just a short while later, Emmanuel simply lay there for a little bit. He closed his eyes and indulged in the feel of the panties against his skin, the way they caressed and teased him each time his cock twitched. He giggled and squirmed as he imagined someone walking into his room, a whole parade of people walking past his bedroom door to admire his lithe figure lying so sensually on the bed, twitching and dribbling and so utterly adorable in those pink panties. It wasn't too long however before he found himself desperate to see it for himself once again though, and opened his eyes, raising his head so once more he could look down his own slim, feminine figure and indulge in the sight of his own panty-clad member.

Pulling himself upright, Emmanuel sat with his legs spread out ahead of him and groaned in elation as he let a hand fall to his crotch and stroke the front of his underwear. He caressed the lower few inches of his erection through the delicate pink material, curling his toes, feeling his tail drum against the bedding behind him before shuffling forward upon his snugly wrapped rump and slipping off the bed. Strutting proudly, seductively forward the poodle approached the large mirror mounted to the front of his walk-in closet's door, and though for a moment he was so transfixed by the sight of his protruding erection emerging from his underwear that he felt compelled to just leave his body precisely as exposed as it was, he knew deep down what it was that he actually wanted to see.

After granting himself a moment of indulgence, tucking one thumb under the waistline of his new silk panties and teasing them down so that he could regard his cock and balls in all their erect and needy glory, Emmanuel guided his underwear up once again. He pulled the garment not just over the base of his erection this time, but teased its fabric up over the entirety of his shaft. He could feel the pressure of it constricting his cock, and how every time his erection strained and quivered the material stretched ever so slightly from its original shape while it fought to contain the poodle's stiff package. What truly set his mind and body ablaze however, more so even than the sensation of the smooth silk rubbing against the head of his shaft with every throb and more than the sight of the delicate pink fabric darkening with the first dribbles of pre-cum soaking into the material, was when the rest of his body began to move.

With a soft, longing moan, Emmanuel stared hungrily at his own reflection in the bedroom mirror as he began to dance a slow, seductive dance for himself and himself alone. He ran his hands up and down his torso, caressing his stiff nipples and almost tickling his own flanks with the delicacy of his touch. His hips swung from side to side, body twisting just enough to show off the jiggling of his rump within the tight silky undergarments, and of course with every moment he spent looking at himself, his cock quivered and strained all the more within the now entirely enclosed confines of the poodle's brand new and oh so luxurious, indulgently gorgeous panties.

"Oh... o-oohh, you beauty... you sweet, sexy [i]dog[/i]..."

Emmanuel whined to his reflection. To himself in awe, in reverence, in unabashed lust. Every single time his cock twitched, his eyelids fluttered not just at the pleasure of his shaft being stimulated by the silk in which it was tightly wrapped but simply from the arousal of [i]seeing[/i] himself twitch inside his underwear. He was so beautiful. He was so damn hot that it blew his mind that he got to be in this body, to live in it, to look at it and care for it day after day after day. But at times like this, when he somehow found an item of clothing that managed to make his delectable form look even [i]hotter[/i] with the clothing on than once it was playfully stripped away, Emmanuel's gratitude and elation reached ever more indulgent extremes. At times like this there was nothing he could do but try and show himself precisely how grateful he was to be exactly the man he was. To hold nothing back and prove to his body that he was deserving of it. That he knew how to treat it right, how to show it the respect and adoration it deserved.

"H-hhah... yes..."

Biting his bottom lip yet again, fighting so hard to keep his eyes focused on the mirror though the pleasure and excitement was so intense that with every moment his vision threatened to blur and steal the incredible view away from him, Emmanuel crossed his hands over behind his head and began to buck his hips towards the mirror. He varied his pace, sometimes rolling his body slowly, sensuously forward and back and at other moments bucking feverishly, almost as though he wanted to rush forward and frot his panty-clad cock against the equally tight, pre-cum stained panties of the beautiful body being reflected back at him. The poodle was enraptured. It wasn't just puppy love, it wasn't merely lust, though there was clearly that in abundance. He loved the beautiful form dancing and humping and teasing him with its delectable body with all his heart and soul, and to see it so perfectly endowed; so obscenely and gloriously framed by those soft, silky pink panties was nothing short of heavenly.

The poodle's tail twitched. His eyes bulged, and once again his tongue lolled out of his muzzle alongside a high pitched, strangled whine. His hips lurched forward sharply as the bulge of his cock throbbed not just once more within his panties, but several times in swift succession. Emmanuel's legs trembled, but he fought to steady himself, and to keep his eyes open as his stunned, gasping, whimpering face stared at the mirror before him. For a few seconds, his muzzle hung wide open but his gasps and whimpers trailed off. His hips bucked one last time before locking up, thrust forward and straining towards the mirror. Emmanuel watched in giddy wonder as his cock strained again, and again. The dark spot on the soft pink of his panties grew, and grew again. He let slip a breathy gasp. A moan. A [i]cry[/i] of ecstasy, and not a moment later the front of his panties were in near constant motion as his erect shaft began to spasm within their clutches, and thick, creamy cum began to ooze out in abundance through the already saturated silk.

"Yes! [i]Yesssssssss...[/i]"

Emmanuel watched himself cum. He watched his body succumb to its own arousal, to its own irresistible beauty, and surrender all control. Huffing and whimpering as his seed trickled and spurted through his brand new but now thoroughly stained underwear, the poodle's legs finally gave out, and as he tumbled down onto his hands and knees, he leaned forward and pressed one cheek to the cool glass of the mirror.

"Thank you..."

He gasped as his breath fogged the glass.

"...f-for sharing this. For... for being here with me. I..."

His head tilted, faced the glass head on, and as he stared deep into his own eyes before another rush of breath escaped him and fogged up the spot he was looking at, he pressed his muzzle gently to the mirror's surface and pecked at his own panting, flushed, orgasm-stricken reflection.

"...I love you so much, and I promise. I... o-oh, I swear to you, keep showing off to me like that... keep being so goddamn gorgeous and irresistible, and I'll show off for you, play for you, dress up all sweet and pretty f-for you [i]every[/i] damn day that I can."

By Jeeves

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