{"sf1_id":50053,"sf2_id":"Rm04bLLm","title":"A Muse Released","author":"Steel Ankh","words":2684,"posted_at":"2008-05-08T09:41:00.000Z","tags":["F/solo","Masturbation","Satyr","Toys"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/50053-a-muse-released","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm04bLLm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/99/bc/99bc3a64-ede7-4ebf-a2f1-4624b11b4dca","description":"","content":"Iris sneaked back into the office late, her head thumping. Normally  \ntaking a nap in the supply closet perked her right up, but this time it  \ndidn't seem to have done the trick. She still felt groggy and sluggish,  \nlike she'd been hibernating.  \n  \nGotta stop sleeping in there if I'm gonna start oversleeping. She  \nthought, brushing dustbunnies from her skirt.  \n  \nIris never normally overslept, but her morning coffee seemed to have  \nhad the opposite effect to the intended one.  \n  \n\"Ma'am? Sorry I'm late, I got held up with the filing, then I decided  \nto tidy up in there while I was at it...\"  \n  \nThis was a safe lie, as Erato seldom left the office and never went to  \nthe filing room. There was no answer from down the hall. She must be  \nbusy, she decided.  \n  \nThe young feline yawned and stretched and tried to rub some of the  \nsleepiness from her eyes. As her paws reached for the ceiling, she glanced  \nat the clock.  \n  \n\"Fuck!\" She exclaimed, nearly falling out of her chair. She'd been  \nalseep for three hours!  \n  \n\"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...\" Iris mumbled, quickly dusting herself  \noff. She moved as quickly and as quietly as she could and made a nice,  \nbig cup of coffee for her boss, then took a deep breath and strode down  \nthe hall to apologise, fumbling for excuses.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Erato's door was wide open, which was unusual. Iris shifted the coffee  \ncup to her other paw as the heat began to burn her fingers. She slowed  \ndown as she got closer. The door wasn't just open, it was smashed open,  \nthe antique wood now a damaged and scarred plank resting on the floor.  \n  \n  \n\"Erato!\"  \n  \nIris ran the remaining steps to the doorway and almost fell down. The  \ndoor slid a little under her feet, making her stagger. Just as she was  \ngetting her balance she tripped over a sledgehammer carelessly discarded  \non the floor. The feline sunk her claws into the doorway and held on  \nuntil she was sure of her footing, then let go and looked into the room.  \n  \nErato's office was an absolute mess. Paperwork had been scattered  \neverywhere, forming little white clumps all over the room. It smelled funny  \nin there too. Not unpleasant, but out of place, but familiar somehow.  \nOn Erato's desk were funny looking objects arranged in an untidy heap, a  \npair of edible panties hanging from the edge like a clock in a Dali  \npainting. Also hanging over Erato's desk was Erato herself.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The satyr's head was resting on the desk, her teeth gritted, low groans  \npushing past her lips. Her hair was dishevelled, the dark locks  \nspreading every which way like the snakes of Medusa. She seemed to be in some  \ndiscomfort, judging by the way she was fidgeting and squirming. A  \ndull, slow little droning sound seemed to be coming from underneath her  \ntoo. Iris tilted her head to one side, looking confused. Had she had some  \nkind of seizure?  \n  \n\"Um...are you alright, ma'am?\"  \n  \nErato's eyes snapped open and fixed upon her, the goat-like eyes of the  \nsatyr seizing her.  \n  \n\"Where the fuck were you?\" Erato screamed.  \n  \nShe jerked violently as she tried to push herself off the desk. There  \nwas a twang and a thump as some sort of restraint pulled her right back  \ndown onto her desk again.  \n  \n\"Where the FUCK were you?\" She demanded again, \"I've been tied up like  \nthis for three fucking hours!\"  \n  \nIris knew a pissed off satyr when she saw one. She bit her lip, her  \npretty brown eyes widening.  \n  \n\"I...I'm sorry, I don't know what happened! I was just tidying up and I  \nsat down for a break and when I woke up - \"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Iris clapped her hands over her mouth, an embarrassed blush creeping  \nunder the fur.  \n  \n\"Woke up? WOKE UP?\" Erato growled, then shuddered and arched her back  \nfor a moment.  \n  \n\"Never mind about that! Get over here and untie me already! For crying  \nout loud, are you going to stand there all day?\"  \n  \nIris hurried over like her life rather than her job depended on it. The  \nbuzzing sound got louder as she crouched down and struggled with the  \nknot, Erato growling curses and demands as the feline picked at the  \nthick rope. She smiled as the rope finally came away in her paw, freeing  \nthe satyrs wrist. Erato gasped with relief and pushed herself upright,  \nthen reached between her legs.  \n  \nShe tugged gingerly at something buried deep inside her slit, then  \ngasped as she removed a vibrator from from her body in a slow, smooth  \nmotion that made the satyr shiver. Her legs were rather shakey, and she sat  \ndown heavily upon her office chair as it came free, dropping the toy  \nonto the desk. Iris' stared at it in wide-eyed surprise. It was rather  \ndamp and sticky.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, I'm s-sorry Erato. I didn't m-mean to interrupt -\"  \n  \n\"Shut the fuck up!\"  \n  \nErato's finger whipped up and pointed just under Iris' nose, her chair  \nrocking back against the wall.  \n  \n\"Shut the FUCK up you annoying little lazy bitch. I don't want your  \nexcuses. I don't want to know where the fuck you've been. I want you to  \nget me a towel, get me the file on some guy named Steel Ankh and then get  \nthe FUCK out.\"  \n  \nIris' lower lip started to tremble, her eyes tearing up. She nodded  \nanyway and hurried out, tears dripping down her cheeks. Erato ignored them  \nand cast about, then selected one of the other toys that her tormenter  \nhad left behind. She turned it around and found the power setting,  \nthen turned it on to max.  \n  \nShe'd been promising herself this in between her promises of revenge.  \nThe rat who'd tied her up and left her like this had left the other toy  \nbuzzing away on it's lowest setting. It'd kept her on the brink but  \ngave her no release, and she was desperate for it.  \n  \n\"Fucking rat's gonna wish he'd never been born\" She grumbled, sitting  \nback in her chair. She winced a little, her furry backside still rather  \nred and tender all the fur. The bastard had spanked her like a naughty  \nkid!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Unlike the one she'd been tortured with, the toy Erato had chosen was a  \nlittle bigger and a little rougher. It buzzed potently in her paw,  \nmuch better than the soft whirr of it's predecessor. She let it tremble  \nbetween her fingers for a moment, then turned it off again. The satyr  \nlifted a small hoof and placed it on the desk, her legs slightly spread.  \n  \n\"Mm...gonna make him so sorry...\" She hissed through clenched teeth.  \nShe placed a hand upon her smooth, flat stomach and rubbed upwards. Her  \nskin felt as though it were two sizes too small. She traced her way up  \nto her left breast and cupped the small, perky mound, stroking her thumb  \nover the swollen nipple. She gasped gently.  \n  \n\"Ahhh...that's better...revenge later...\" she murmured, closing her  \neyes a little.  \n  \nShe put the toy down on the desk and buried her paw in the thick, soft  \nfur of her thigh. She had an itch she needed to scratch so desperately  \nbefore she could properly plan her vengeance.  \n  \n\"Fucking furries...ooooh!\"  \n  \nHer soft, questing fingers glided upwards until they met the outside of  \nher slit, which was still warm and gooey from the prolonged pleasure  \ntorture. She normally liked to take her time, but she'd had enough  \nteasing. She needed release.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Erato's fingers entered her body easily, gliding inside in a smooth,  \nsensual movement. The satyr squirmed a little in her seat and closed her  \neyes completely. Her manicured nails slid steadily inside her, rubbing  \nagainst the upper wall of her tunnel, the soft flesh squeezing her  \nfingers. She groaned and added pressure, rubbing her outer sex with the  \nremaining fingers as she squeezed around the two she was pleasuring  \nherself with.  \n  \nShe sighed happily and closed her eyes. Ye Gods, but this was what she  \nneeded. She put her other hoof on the desk and leaned back in her  \nchair, her fingers making soft, slitching noises as she parted her sodden  \npussy again and again. Erato whimpered happily and began to curl her  \nfingers inside herself, plunging them in faster and faster. Her digits  \nbegan to get slippery, her inner muscles gripping tight to compensate.  \n  \nA shuddery little orgasm pulsed through her, but it wasn't nearly  \nenough. She swallowed up the hesitant twang of pleasure like Charybdis  \nengulfing a ship and continued. The satyr had barely started. She paused  \nlong enough to groan with delight and slurp upon her thumb, and then her  \nfingers were back between her thighs and the desperate, painful urge was  \nonce again under attack. She danced her thumb over her clit and  \nsquealed happily as the pleasure surged, her stomach tensing.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Her hooves clicked on the wooden desk, slipping a little, dislodging  \ntoys that toppled onto the floor and nested upon the piles of paperwork.  \nErato made soft little grunts and gasps, her fingers working more  \nbusily as the pleasure increased. It felt good after her long denial, but it  \nwasn't doing the trick for her. She picked up the vibrator she had  \npicked out for herself and turned it on, examining it for a moment.  \n  \nErato held the toy against her sex for a moment, letting the powerful  \nvibrations flow into her body, shaking firmly against her slit and  \nagainst her pleasure button. Pleasure waves pulsed through her, making her  \ngasp out loud and tilt her head back. She slid the artificial member up  \nand down a little, letting it's ridges rub against her in interesting,  \nthrilling ways. The tip was slightly thicker than the rest of the toy,  \nbut it would fit comfortably.  \nThe Satyr turned her wrist and pulled her paw back. She opened her eyes  \nand watched the toy as she manouvered it between her legs, biting her  \nlip. The toy's buzz dropped a note as it began to enter her, her tight  \ninner muscles clamping down around it, stilling it's powerful kick  \nslightly.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Oh yes...just what I needed...oh fuck yes...\" She panted.  \n  \nThe vibrator throbbed powerfully inside her, stroking and soothing the  \nfires of lust inside her. She croaked out a throaty gurgle and bit her  \nlip, simply revelling in the feeling as it pulsed inside her. The  \nfiery, painful need inside her roared on, but it was no longer as painful or  \ninsistent. She was too deep in her pleasure now, and she didn't need  \nit's nagging to continue. She began to guide her new toy with two  \nfingers, pressing it in and out of her, angling it down so that it rubbed  \nagainst her g-spot as it slid out.  \n  \nAnother orgasm followed soon after, much more powerful, much more  \nsoothing. She kept up the pressure, the toy nice and slick. She moved her  \nhand back and forth faster, lifting her hips towards the toy, feeling her  \nsex tingling in sympathy with the vibrator. Her left foot slipped on  \nthe table, her leg straightening out. She kept the other bent and high  \nand carried on, her chin pressed against her chest, groaning quietly to  \nherself.  \n  \nShe moved her free hand back to her breast again, finding the nipple  \nwith difficulty, her chest heaving, her hand shaking a little. Erato grit  \nher teeth and pushed the toy in and out faster, squeezing around it to  \nget more of those wonderful vibrations. The textured rubber felt  \ndifferent to what she was used to, the false veins and ridges grinding deep  \nagainst her spasming inner walls.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Erato gasped like a marathon runner. The tight, nagging feeling deep in  \nher belly was back again, but this time there would be no holding  \nback, no cruel denial inflicted upon her. She cooed softly, fidgiting in  \nher seat, the chair creaking beneath her. The fabric was getting rather  \ndamp, but she didn't care. She closed her eyes tight and felt the  \npleasure explode inside her in waves. Each powerful, irresistible pulse made  \nher squeal as firey pleasure roared though her veins. A euphoric rush  \nof utter bliss washed away her mind for a moment.  \n  \nEach pulse made her innards contract, her tight slit clutching the toy.  \nShe ground herself against it, rolling her hips, her flat stomach  \nclenched hard enough to show off her four-pack stomach. The utter relief  \nwas palpable. Orgasms exploded within her, the backlog of pleasure  \nclearing explosively, messily. With the last climax came utter, complete  \nrelief the likes of which she hadn't felt for a long, long time. She  \nslumped in her chair and eased the toy free, letting it drop to the floor.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Sweat glistened upon her bare skin. She could feel it soaking the fur  \nupon her lower half. Her legs were shaky and far too hot, and her groin  \nfelt almost numbed by the relief, the fires put out for the time being.  \n  \nEventually, the pleasure faded and her mind came back from the fluffy,  \nambrosial high that it had ascended to. She eased her legs back onto  \nthe floor and let out her breath in a long, contended sigh.  \n  \n\"I really, really needed that. Now then...\"  \n  \nShe picked up the toy that the rat had left buried inside her and  \nstared at it while she thought. He was going to have to pay, of course. She  \ndropped the toy and propped her head upon her chin, thinking it over.  \nShe always did her best thinking after an orgasm.  \n  \nThere were ways and means of getting her revenge, and the satyr was  \nfull of ideas. She was a muse, after all. She rejected most of them as too  \nextreme. He'd insulted and demeaned her, but he hadn't actually harmed  \nher. The rat's life would be spared. What was the point in letting  \nHades have all the fun with him? She drummed her fingers on the desk, then  \nbrushed everything from it. Her office was a mess. Cleaning it would  \nbe Iris' punishment.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"That doesn't solve my other problem, though.\" She grumbled.  \n  \nThe rat had used sex against her, and that was how she should take  \nrevenge, she decided. Perhaps asking Aphrodite to cancel the rat's sex life  \nfrom now on would be a good start? This idea she rejected too. If he  \nwere a writer of pornography, chances are that had already happened.  \n  \nErato wiped her messy fingers upon her outer thigh and decided to think  \nabout it in the shower. She got up and climbed carefully over her  \nruined door, then headed down the corridoor to the bathroom she kept there.  \nThe water was always, always good and hot in this building. She was  \nsoon under the hot, warm torrent, in suds up to her elbows, humming an  \nold temple hymn as she cleaned up.  \n  \nSteam rose and curled, writhing and rising to condense against the cold  \ntiles. The sight of the mist gave her an idea. She grinned broadly, a  \nsmile as evil as the one the rat had given her just before she left.  \nShe knew exactly what to do.  \n  \n\"Well, if it's inspiration the rat wants, it's inspiration he'll get.  \nI'm going to destroy that bastard rat.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Iris was waiting beside her door as Erato walked back towards the  \noffice, brushing her hair. She handed the file to her boss and followed a  \nfew steps behind the satyr, wondering how to broach the subject.  \n  \n\"Iris?\"  \n  \n\"Yes Erato?\"  \n  \n\"Could you arrange for me to speak with your father? I need a favour  \nfrom him, and I don't want Hera finding out.\"  \n  \n\"Yes Miss Erato, but I'm not sure he'll see you. He's busy these days.\"  \n  \n\"Just see to it and I'll forget about you sleeping on the job.\"  \n  \nIris lowered her head in shame and blushed hotly.  \n  \n\"I'll go see him right now, Miss Erato.\"  \n  \n\"Not now. Give me the Steel Ankh files and get my office cleaned out.  \nGet the door fixed too!\"  \n  \nIris gave her employer a shy, brief little smile.  \n  \n\"You've got an idea already?\"  \n  \n\"Of course. I'm a muse!\"  \n  \n\n"}