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Dancing in the Sheets

Last weekend was an absolute blast! I got all my friends to go out to a killer party on the beach, including Vinn, Ilorek, Vaulix, and even my buddy Ceylon (he's not fond of large parties.) It was all meant as a birthday party for Olympia Xylaige, but she didn't seem to be having fun at all. The music was loud, everyone was playing games and having a blast as the evening gave way to the night and the shoreline lit up with glowing blue algae, but Oly didn't seem to be into it at all.

I didn't want to make a scene of it during the party, since I knew Oly hated drama, but I could tell something was bothering her. Instead of asking her about it, I did my usual thing and assumed I knew what was going on; I was a sexual psychologist so I'm more than qualified to assume I knew what was going on with what few clues I had.

The details are irrelevant. Oly was a jaguar in bed most times, and she just seemed dead lately! So, I felt it was my job to cheer her up and offer her what she seemed to be missing out on!

I was dressed in a simple khaki button up shirt that covered my chest but not my belly, with a pair of cargo shorts filled with trinkets and a bottle of lube in one pocket. A satchel hung over my shoulder filled with a series of delectable kink-toys and accessories. I was one devious bitch-mare of a bird.

I walked up to her one floor, suburban home and rapped on her door dozens of times until she finally answered. Her chestnut hair was so frazzled and dishevelled that I could barely see her horns sticking out of the jungle atop her head. Her ear frills were drooping and she was wearing a mother's maternity blouse, of all things. I could see right through the white fabric to see she was wearing a black set of panties, bra, and stockings. Her tail was dragging along the ground. Damn Oly, you really let yourself go.

"Yeah, what's up?" She asked, cup of coffee in hand.

I looked her up and down and raised an eyebrow. "Girl, you need some feminine attention." I didn't wait for her to respond, I pushed past her and into her living room.

She didn't move or even turn around to protest.

"So, what's up with you?" I asked, holding my satchel close to my side with one hand, idly pawing at the contents with the other. "You seemed kind of down at the party. Your party, of all parties to be down about. Wanna talk about it?"

She sighed and closed her door, then turned and walked past me into her kitchen. "It's nothing, Mel. I just really don't feel up to it right now."

I followed her and sat down. Poor girl was tiny, and her kitchen ware reflected that. The edges of my rump actually were wider than her biggest chair, and I was as tall as her even when sitting. "That's the problem. You're always in the mood. I've known you long enough to know that. I've seen your work, I've heard your legend."

"Gossip, Melodi? Really?" She turned and refilled her coffee, then leaned against the counter to take a sip while she stared at me, a single eyebrow raised.

"Who said anything about gossip? I know first hand just how you are. Nothing to be ashamed of. I am your therapist, after all." I offered, one hand still in my satchel.

Oly rolled her eyes and sat at the table, looking me in the eyes with a deep, meaningful gaze. "You're my friend, not my therapist. Just because I tell you things doesn't mean...."

I cut her off by pulling an aluminium flask filled with irish creme alcohol out of my satchel and pouring as much of it as I could into her coffee. She stared at me with a look of disdain for a moment before I placed the flask on the table. "Well, carry on. Don't be shy." I insisted, gently edging the flask closer to her.

We stared at each other for a moment before she gave in and smiled, taking a long but slow sip of her coffee, draining a mouthful from the mug before refilling it with Irish creme. "Fine, you win."

She didn't tell me what was wrong with her, but she did go from casually complaining about a distinct lack of males in her life to describing in detail one horse guy who she 'rode home to heaven'. It's amazing what I can get people to say when I spice up their coffee.

When she was done with her diatribe - having completely emptied my flask - I finally stood up and offered her a hand. I knew what she needed. I knew what she wanted. I saw the way her eyes darted around during the conversation; I could tell what parts of her story lit up her pulse. It's one of the many benefits of raptor-vision.

"What are you-" she started to ask as she took my hand.

I immediately pulled her up into me, spun her around, and roughly pushed her into the wall, one arm beside her head as my beak hovered over her nose; my every exhalation rustled her brown hair ever so gently. Before she had time to properly protest or react, I buried my beak in her neck, grabbing a chunk of her skin between my upper and lower beak, gently chew-nibbling on them as I exhaled deeply onto her nape.

She whimpered and her knees went weak as she struggled to stand straight, not wanting to slip out from the grasp of my beak. She grasped at the wall with one hand and her other palm pressed against my chest in faux resistance, fingertips tickling at the feathers between my breasts.

My slender, snakelike tongue prodded out and pressed its slimy surface against her skin, fighting with her hair to smear my saliva all over her so I could release my hold and get another bite, chattering my lower beak in a series of quick, sensual nibbles. It was times like these I wished I'd had lips for sucking, but a beak-nibble would have to do.

She continued to push on me with increasing force until I finally let go of her neck and pulled away. She had to wipe the spit off her neck and shoulder, as well as the trail that was dribbling off my beak. "Not here..." She whispered into my chest, grabbing my shirt and a tuft of my chest feathers to go with it.

"Then where?" I hissed into her ear as I pressed my body against hers. Her snout was pushed downwards so her eyes got a good close-up look at the mounds of flesh that were pushing out on my thin, khaki shirt. "Why not here?" I continued, undulating my body from shoulders to hips against her, pinning her to the wall. After a brief moment, I pulled back and swooshed my head-feathers back with one hand, pressing my other palm against her shoulder, thumb pressed gently around half of her neck. I brought my hand down from my hair to unbutton my shirt from top to bottom, giving her a gradual look at my muscled body and feathered breasts.

Oly whimpered and moaned, trying to cross her legs, a somewhat pained look on her face as the gentle beginnings of a blush formed under her eyes.

"What's the matter, Oly? Since when are you the bashful type?" I lowered my hand to the underside of her tit, giving it a gentle massage from below as I got to one knee; my head was at her chest level. "Wanna know what happens next?" She opened her mouth to respond, but I immediately pressed my beak between her breasts, pressing its tip against her soft bra to nuzzle gently. Had I the internal equipment, I'd be purring; instead I was letting a rumbling chirp.

"Oooo-oh....OH!" Oly gasped and moaned as she grabbed at my head, pressing it tight against her chest. Her tail was curling up between her legs to wrap around my calf from the knee down. I could practically smell the cloud of pheromones she was pushing out from between her legs as she squatted and crossed her legs again.

I got back up to my full height and wrapped both hands around her neck enough to exert dominance but not enough to choke, using both thumbs to angle her chin up. With her looking up at me, hair an absolute mess and maw agape, I pushed into her, angling my beak to the side to lock jaws, using my tongue to push into her muzzle, exploring her teeth and massaging her tongue. I almost immediately pulled away before she could protest; I knew she didn't like kissing, but I knew she liked dominance.

As soon as I pulled away, she whimpered and leaned forward, longing for my tongue and beak again.

"Nope." I denied her as I roughly pulled her to the side, pushing her backwards through the archway to the living room then backwards through the door into her room, where I roughly forced her onto her back on her royal-looking blue-sheeted bed. I looked around and tossed my satchel to the side on a chair beside the door before peeling my shirt off. I crawled over her body, feet first, until my head was at her belly. I started to pull her blouse up to expose her black panties, but she grabbed it from me and tossed it to the side.

"Sorry..." She gasped in a hushed whisper.

"No worries, babe." I didn't even look up at her eyes before pressing my beak down against her mound, chattering my beak to make a gentle vibration as I pressed the very tip of it down on her pelvic ridge. I was gentle with her sensitive location. As I took in a deep and long inhalation, I could practically taste her arousal wafting up from behind those black panties. But I wasn't content just rubbing on the fabric to get a bit of friction heat. No, I needed flesh. I wanted a taste and I knew she'd love that.

Gently, I pried her panties to the side to expose her glistening, wet lips. I licked my beak before pushing it into her, the ridge of my beak forcing her lips apart ever so gently as I thrust my tongue into her. With a muffled churr, I wrapped both arms around her thighs to use the tips of my fingers to gently pull her lips apart, giving me a juicy closeup of her pink inner petals.

Oly was smitten with me right then. Her hands and arms were folded up on her chest and she was giggling profusely, every gentle heave of her chest pressed her mound down on the ridge of my beak, which I used to rub across the underside of her clit back and forth. I could feel her muscle contractions every time I passed over her, her canal tightening around my tongue tight enough to nearly push me out of her.

After pulling my tongue from her and swallowing her fluids, I looked up over her body to see her looking down at me between her breasts and arms. She was giggling, but she had a look of intensity on her face, which I mimicked. "Enjoying yourself?" I asked. I kept a thumb pressed on her clit, giving a few gentle circular rubs as I leaned over the bed to grasp for my satchel, fumbling around till I pulled out a bottle of clear lubricant.

She nodded at me. "Fun, yes." She bit her lip as she saw me pull out the bottle and her ear-frills raised up as high as they'd go. Yep. She was very interested.

I kept my thumb on her sensitive nub of flesh as I spun my hand around until my palm was up and three of my fingers had slipped into her pussy in a little triangle, leaving a crease between my index and ring fingers. I smirked and popped the lid of the lube bottle, showing her in great detail as I poured a thick stream of the viscous fluid into my palm. I watched the reflective glisten as the glob slid from my palm to my fingers, guided deep into her in the crease between index and ring finger. I used my middle finger to press up against her vaginal roof, effectively smearing the lube around inside, coating every bit of her juicy, pink walls and in each and every pussy wrinkle.

Her moan stuttered into a whimper, which she halted when she bit her lower lip again. She closed her eyes and pushed her chest upwards, a wave that ran down her body into her hips, which she pushed down on my hand, which I was rotating inside her, pressing my fingertips against the sensitive, engorged spot on the roof of her pussy every time my palm was up. She couldn't help but let out a brisk moan every time.

"Yeah, that's right. Cum for me, Oly." I demanded of her as I pulled my fingers from her lips, using my palm to smear the lube all over her lips and inner thighs. As she lay there, legs spread and knees up, I poured some more lube in my palm and coated my hand with it, grinning devilishly as I looked down at her with a sidelong glance.

She looked back and up and nodded slowly.

Without hesitation, I leaned back down into her, nibbling on her inner thigh as I pushed all four fingers into her, the tapered shape of my angled fingers gradually spreading her. Her flesh was tight, but seemed to stretch well around my digits. I pushed in as far as I could comfortably go before rotating my wrist inside then pulling out, repeating and applying just a little more force every time to stretch her out a bit more. Every time I pushed in to my limits, I could feel her back arch and tail spasm gently; her walls clamped down on me and urged me out, so I happily obliged, at least for a moment before repeating.

"D-do it!" She commanded in between ragged breaths, body thrusting in waves as her back arched and bucked forth onto my hand.

I hissed and clamped my beak down on her inner thigh just above her black stocking as I pulled my hand out fully, smeared some of the errant lube on her lips, and cupped all four fingers and thumb into one converged point, pushing in hard and rough.

She immediately splayed out and grabbed at the sheets, tail going wild underneath me as my fist pushed into her. She let out a low growling howl as she threw her head back; her ear frills were vibrating and her maw was gaped open as she pushed down on me with all her might.

There was a shade of worry that maybe she was going too far too fast, but I knew and respected her understanding of her boundaries even when in the throes of passion, so I brought a knee forward for added leverage before pushing into her. My knuckles pressed hard against her pubic bone, so I spun it around inside her, a feat made a gliding breeze due to how much lube was soaking her inside and out. I rotated back and forth, applying a bit of pressure here and there with every push. I continued until there was the sound of a deep groan inside her, and her walls seemed to open up, sucking my hand into her; my knuckles slipped past her opening to rub against her pussy walls as her opening clamped down, forcing it in deeper. I could feel my fingertips resting against the very depths of her pussy.

As soon as she felt the girth of my fist slip into her, she clamped down and reached down between her legs to hold my wrist, which had her lips wrapped around it like a bracelet. She held me there to keep me from going any deeper. "Stop...slow down..." She whimpered, tugging at my wrist.

But I could feel her walls clenching down in rhythmic bursts. I could feel her flesh quivering around my digits, practically sucking on me. Her canal was tight around my hand, but it felt like it was loosening up, the flesh growing malleable. I could feel fluid trickling over the top of my wrist as I gently shifted my fist inside her. Yeah, she was cumming, a slow but gentle explosion of pleasure. Her ragged breaths and loosening pussy were all the encouragement I needed.

"Sorry in advance." I warned. She leaned forward to grab at my hand, but I pushed in deeper, balling my fingers into a fist inside, pressing the blunt end of my knuckles against her depths, the back of my palm and wrist pressing against her firm and engorged G-spot.

She pulled away from my hand and pressed the back of her head against her pillow, inner thighs quivering in delight as my fist slipped and slid around inside her, gently tugging until her lips were stretched taut around the back of my hand and the ridge of my thumbs before violently pushing back into her with a wet squish.

The ridges on my hands continued to press out against her clenching walls as I rotated back and forth, followed by me rotating forward and back like I was revving a motorbike to press my wrist joint against her Orgasm button. With my joint pressed up, I rotated to the side to drag it along her insides, and that's when I think she had enough.

Her whole body was shaking and her flower petals were stretched thin around my fist; she bit her lip and clawed at her sheets as she pushed her body down on my fist. Her flesh clamped down as hard as it could, so much so that it actually forced my fist out of her, balled up and everything.

There was an audible wet pop as my hand escaped her, followed by a squirting explosion of her fluids all over my forearm, face, and chest. I got a good look down at her slit, which had a few layers of engorged flesh pushing out in orgasm. It wasn't quite gaping, but it would have been had she not been contracting down on herself. I licked the juices off my beak and leaned down into her, cleaning her up, using my tongue to explore her from navel to rump, prodding at every fold, lip, and wrinkle in her flesh until I'd swallowed every drip.

With her still writhing on her bed sheets, I leaned over and grabbed at my bag again, this time pulling out a three foot long, double-horsecock dildo made of pink, semi-translucent jelly. One end had a flared head, the other an unflared tip. Perfect.

She got a look at it and laughed, tongue lolling out over her cheek, more or less unable to articulate herself beyond a paltry smile and a gentle nod.

I stood up straight and unbuttoned my shorts to let them fall down to the ground over my tail, which I raised high behind me. I grinned and stared directly at her as I leaned over and grabbed the lube bottle, popped the cap and drizzled a trail over both ends of the toy as I held it in the middle. Each end drooped a bit and the lube began to drip around the sides, so I tossed the bottle to the side and smeared the slick fluid all over both tips before pressing the flared end against Oly's opening.

The flared horse cock tip was as big around as the thickest part of my fist, but given that she'd just been reamed and fistfucked into a gaping mess, I didn't worry. I angled the toy so that the thickest bulge went in, and the rest slippd in with ease, disappearing into her.

She let out an audible gasp as the rim of the toy slid past her still-engorged g-spot, and I continued to push until it was as deep as it would go. It was hard to hold the toy anywhere but the middle, as the rest was slickened with lube.

"You ready?" I asked, leaning down to rub at her belly, flick her bellybutton ring, and slowly trail my fingers up her chest. My moist fingertips found their way to her bra, which I gently pried off her pert, hypnotic tits. I don't mean they were mesmerizing or that I was too attracted to tits, but there were dark brown swirls around each breast that started at her nipples and worked their way out in counterclockwise rotations. She had a set of hypnotic breasts!

I couldn't help but giggle a little when I got a look at those hypno-tits, but that didn't stop me from giving them a gentle caress, followed by the most dainty of talon tickles, and finished with the gentle plucking of her nipples to coax a giggle and a gasp from her.

She gave me the needy-eyes as I pulled away, but that was fine. I had something else to offer her. I leaned back and raised my knees, spreading my legs wide to expose my blushing mound. All this foreplay was getting me moist and I needed to be stuffed as much as she did.

I scooted backwards on her bed towards her until we were almost butt to butt, my tail off to one side with hers off to the other, wrapping around my thigh. With the toy still lodged deep and firm inside her, I bent the tip of the exposed end to rub the lube on my lips and a bit inside, teasing my meaty clit before angling it just right so that its head was pressing between my juicy lips. It only went in a bit before I pulled it out, realizing I wasn't quite slick enough to just jump on a horsecock.

So I pulled it out and laid it between mound and thighs as I leaned over to grab the lube again, pouring some into my palm and smearing it all over myself, eventually pushing my fingers over my engorged clit to push lube into myself. I swished my fingers up and down, side to side, to coat my walls adequately until I was satisfied. "Alright then." I whispered, mostly to myself. "let's do this!" I leaned down to look over our bodies at Oly, who was still writhing and pushing the toy against me, hands outstretched. I grabbed the end of the toy and angled it again, only this time it slid in without the slightest hesitation.

The sudden lurch of the pink horse cock toy made me gasp and loll my tongue out. "Ohhhh!" I moaned as I pushed down on it. Her motions and contractions travelled down the toy to wiggle it and rotate it ever so gently inside me, and it was wonderful. My own clit tensed up and pushed itself out from between my lips as I wiggled downward, my hungry slit swallowing more of the toy with every motion.

She figured out what was going on and scooted back into me, forcing the toy deeper into my depths until I felt its head prodding at my cervix. Little biology lesson, a mare's cervix gapes open wide when in season for the stallion to plug her up. I was no different. My womb was hungry and wanted horse cock to explode into it, so the toy had absolutely no problem slipping far deeper into me than it was in Oly. I could feel the median ring that made up the direct center of the toy slip past my lips with a wet lurch as I clenched my legs together, intensifying the sensation of the textured shaft ploughed through me.

"What's the matter, Mel?" Oly taunted as she pushed down on me. "Can't handle a little horsecock?" She reached under her leg to grab my tail as her own tail wrapped around my lower thigh and tugged on me, forcing my cunt closer to hers.

I grabbed my inner thigh and tried to pull my leg away, resisting her advances, but she was a lot stronger than she looked and I didn't really want to keep my flesh from hers, so I soon gave in and pushed into her. The toy continued to slide deeper until it pressed against the farthest wall of my womb, canal and cervix clenching down on its every inch. My lips were aching for more and were only an inch away from Oly, so I reached down over her and grabbed her hips, forcing her closer.

She was happy to oblige, so she angled her slit just right, and with one final wag of her rump, her pussy was pressed against mine! She actually felt kind of cold against me, as my puffy, engorged mare lips were hotter than the rest of my already warm body, and she was a dragon creature. My lips were so big they practically wrapped around hers, sucking on them as though they were kissing. I wagged my hips back and forth to rub my clit on hers, clenching and releasing in rhythmic waves as I did so. I was more concentrated on giving her pleasure, but that didn't stop me from enjoying the thick, jelly toy lodged deep inside me.

Oly grinned and rubbed her hips on mine, our thighs pressing against each other, but my lips were not pressed tight against one another so I got an idea.

"Hold still, Oly." I commanded as I shifted my weight onto my side, raising one leg over hers and laying the hoof on the bed next to her. I reared up so I was sitting in the bed between her legs, one leg splayed out and the other over her thigh. The angle of my pussy bent the toy so that its ridge was pressing firmly against the underside of my fleshy clit, which was pulsating to peel back the top end of my lips, exposing its cherrry-pink bulb. Once in this position, I leaned back on my hands and pushed into her, thrusting the toy and my cunt against her like I was a stallion. I arched my back and threw my head back, letting a piercing cry of pleasure as the toy shifted and slid around inside me. I was trying to clamp down hard so she got the best of the motion, but it was clear that it wasn't moving much in her. It was as deep as it would go, so even though I was trying to mount her, in reality I was just riding her, cowgirl.

"Atta girl." She cooed, matching my hip thrusts with a gentle buck, forcing the toy into me and rubbing her pussy against mine in gentle bursts every time I forced myself on her.

I was having so much fun I lost control. My hip thrusts grew in vigor and speed until I was jerking my lower body back and forth like a jackhammer on Oly's bed. Was the bed creaking with my movement? I couldn't tell. The low howl of pleasure I moaned was too much to overcome; it was all I could hear. I looked down at Oly with a squinted eye to see she wasn't howling in pleasure like I was, but she was damn happy. She was biting her lip again, grabbing at the sheets and bucking up into every one of my motions. I could tell that she was clamping down hard on the toy; her belly was sucked in and I could both see and feel the rim of the flared horse cock toy bulging in an arc just below her belly button.

As I thrust, I felt my tail raise behind me on the bed. I clenched my beak shut, my neck stiffened, and I stopped thrusting. My voice grew silenced as my eyes rolled back in my skull and my inner thighs started to shake. My clit winked long and hard as I pushed one last, powerful time against Oly, rocking the bed so much I think I heard a crack, before I fell back onto the bed, bouncing hard and letting out a roaring screech. My cunt clamped down as hard as it ever had, a force so strong it actually BENT the toy inside me and forced it out despite there only being a few inches of toy between Oly's pussy and mine that wasn't covered in pussy flesh. The pressure ejected the toy with such force it slipped from Oly's depths as well, flopping hilariously on her belly as I released every bit of the pleasure that had built up in a steady stream of gently tinted, creamy mare cum all over her toned abs. After the first wave, I began to just spurt little bits all over her pussy and inner thighs, but I was too spent topay much attention.

I was practically knocked out, panting and whimpering on Oly's bed, legs and arms splayed out. My cunt was pulsating with every clit wink, releasing a thick stream of cum all over Oly's bed; the smell was intense, a sweetness and earthiness combined with a bitter oakey aroma.

Both of us panted and giggled on the bed for a few minutes before I used every bit of my energy to get to my elbows. I looked down at her and she laughed at me, hypnotically marked breasts jiggling."Have fun?" She asked with a grin. "Feel better?"

There was a very clear puddle of combined fluids between our sets of cheeks, so I reached in between us and gathered some in my fingers to get a better look, smell, and taste. Three different fluids, far as I could tell. Lube, my creamy cum, and her clear, more fluid cum. I laughed and rolled off the bed, hooves clopping on her floor. "Sorry about the mess." I apologized. "Perhaps next time I'll bring some rubber sheets to a therapy session."

Oly chuckled and kicked at my side, barely moving. I glanced at her pelvic region to see that, despite beign covered in cum, her nether lips were bright red and ready for more. "You can leave now." she insisted. "You've played your part."

I grinned. "Typical Oly. You bitch." I leaned over and slapped her pussy, which was intensified and probably stung a lot more due to the thick film of bodily fluids that soaked it. She clenched her legs together and moan-laughed, rolling onto her side. "Alright then, well I'll see you around, and don't be such a loner, relax some, would ya? Here, my gift to you." I grabbed my satchel and tossed it at her. She had to spin around onto her back to catch it, but she mostly missed and the contents of the bag spilled out. There were a half dozen gradually increasing-girth buttplugs, an e-stim package, a gag, collar, leash, and a half dozen bottles of lube.

"Have fun." I told her as I hopped up, jumping into my shorts and buttoning them up with one hand as my other grabbed my shirt on my way out. I didn't give her time, but I did close the door behind me.

In retrospect, I really wish I'd set up some sort of camera when she wasn't watching. I'd have loved to have seen what she did with my orgasmic goodie bag.