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Hello again dear furry friends and associates, I come bearing another tail of sexual allure, though one of self pleasure. I would like to personally curse my room mate for telling me product reviews from the Bad Dragon website (nothing against the site, you may find it interesting) and my own big mouth for inspiring this story. (Please note, I cannot give advice, but I can put said advice into a story. I will forever be the master of analogies, screw straight to the point.) For any comments, questions or suggestions, remember that my personal assistant (me) can be reached at [email protected] and remember, an overactive imagination isn't a curse, unless it and your libido gang up on you.

The idea of masturbation or self pleasure isn't wrong. In fact, it is an important part of one's sexual development as you learn what you do and don't enjoy. Whilst it shouldn't be used as a substitute for a meaningful relationship, a relaxing night of self satisfaction never hurt anyone. - Avanti Halfhorse

"Are you sure you don't want to come out tonight?" was the question posed to her by her rather bouncy ferret room mate. "The boys are all on show on a Friday."

The light grey mare gave a smile as she watched the ferret fix up her dress.

"I just want to spend a quiet night in with a movie, pizza and a bath," the mare replied. "Just remember that if you think you can sneak in here with your prizes tonight."

"Fine," the ferret replied before she poked her nose out at the mare. "I didn't want to share anyway."

The mare simply chuckled as she watched the ferret bound out the door. Tonight was her night and now, she had it all to herself.

After ordering the pizza, she went and got changed into her favorite pyjamas, an old blue fluffy pair of flannels that she enjoyed wearing on the cooler nights. She then started to organize the rest of what she would need. She got her hot water bottle and boiled the kettle, got her big, fluffy pink towel and bubble bath and put those in the bathroom and lastly, she turned on the electric blanket and put a bottle under the covers before turning up the heat in her room. With her night now laid out, she gave a content sigh before the doorbell rang. She grabbed the money as she went to the door.

After giving the pizza boy a rather good tip, she took her pizza into the living room where the TV was set up with the DVD awaiting her, the main menu ready for her. She sat back in her favourite recliner, hot water bottle under her rump, pizza in her lap and pressed play.

The movie, 'The Love of Curse,' was a romantic tale of Curse, a wolf soldier fighting in a fictitious war of knights and castles, said to have the touch of Death, who falls in love with a healing mistress. She loved the story, having studied the book when she was a filly at high-school, but her real infatuation was Curse. She cared little for the actor, it was the character of Curse himself that she fancied and had done so since she first read the book. His large, towering figure had always made her weak at the knees and he was her favorite fantasy. She thought he was wasted on that nag of a healing mistress.

After the movie had ended and the pizza box had gone to the bin, she made her way to the en-suite of her bedroom and began to run herself a warm bath. This had always been her ritual since she was young. Before her tender nights, she would always bathe herself so she was clean for her lover. She put the bubble bath into the water and smelt the strong smell of strawberries as the bubbles started to froth. After a few minutes, she turned the water off and began to undress and her ritual began.

She stepped into the bath and let the warm water and bubbles slide over her as she slid in up to her neck. She simply relaxed in the water to begin with, not really moving, just savoring the water as it soaked into her fur. She always savored her bath as thoughts went through her mind, thoughts of what her lover had done to her and what he would do tonight. These old memories always stirred up deep feeling inside her and she let the idles of her body drive her fingers. They soon found her awaiting slit, warm from the water. Her fingers gently parted the outer folds and gently rubbed her clit, teasing their way into the clitoral hood and rubbing the tender bud of flesh. She thought back to the first time she thought of him, the frantic masturbation of a young filly going through those delicate years, fingering frantically and neighing loudly as if she would loose the pleasure should she stop, calling out for Curse like foal for its mother. Now she had learnt a slower approach was more appealing to her lover.

As she felt her body rising and sinking in its pleasure, she decided it was best to move to the bedroom before she wasted herself at the touch of her paw. Her ephemeral lover did now await her in her bedroom and he wasn't known to be patient. She rose from the bath, feeling the sting of cold air against her chest and stepped out, reaching for her big, fluffy pink towel. She cared little for the color, but as she put her blindfold on, she could imagine that the arms that held her were those of her lover. She rubbed the soft towel over her body, making sure every inch of her fur had felt the warm embrace of the towel. She ran the towel over her wet, aroused lips a few times, but not more, having learnt that wasting time drying this area only caused her to waste her pleasure alone. With the towel aside, she draped her dressing gown over her shoulders, leaving the front open as if to frame herself. Having made the walk a dozen or so times, the trip from her bedroom was without flaw, the warmth of her room blowing past her to fill the bathroom. Her body now felt embraced by the warmth, it encompassed her and bathed her in its embrace. She felt the warm arms of her lover embrace her and lead her to her wardrobe. She opened the door to her wardrobe and from the top shelf, she took a felt covered box. She carried it to the bed, pulled back the covers, collected the now hot bottle she had placed there earlier and opened the box. Inside, was her lover's blessing.

She rubbed the warm cock of her lover against her cheek before she ran her tongue along the length, from furry balls to the pink tip as she connected the bottle without thought. As her tongue teased the opening, her lover granted her a taste of the seed, the warm, sticky splurt of cum landing on her nose. She tried to catch as much of the tasty fluid on her tongue that she could, but her lover cared not to waste his precious fluid upon her face and she knew this.

She now crawled upon the bed,rump towards the head of the bed and rest her face against the sheets, her lover behind her. He always savored the teasing of her awaiting flesh, he always teased her, this was just his way. The tip would always trace its way around her, pressing softy against her clit, dribbling more over her tailhole, ever so gently pressing in a mere fraction of an inch into her hot tunnel, but just to tease. He wanted her to moan, he wanted her to beg, he wanted her to want all of it and she offered to him her moans of desire. She wanted it and she let him know. Appeased by the offering before him, he now hilted himself in one go. She let out a desperate moan as the tip of his cock slid right in with little resistance, the tip coming to rest against her cervix, but there was still more. It had taken a long time to stretch her cervix to take her lover, she may be a mare, but her lover was big, bigger than most stallions, but she had made an effort to ensure she could completely take him. She caught her breath for a moment, knowing how intense her climaxes could be and he pressed on. She felt the warm tip press at the fragile flower, slowly opening it up and she groaned. The feeling was always intense, she took a deep breath and he pushed deeper. She felt the tip slowly push its way into her womb. She held herself back, waiting for him to come to rest, but he was still moving forward, fraction by fraction. Her poor cervix was stretching, but he still had an inch to go. With one last breath, he thrust and she screamed out in ecstasy. Her body tried to milk the large length inside of her, desperate for what it wanted as her insides rippled, but his resolve was absolute. He wasn't finished until he was content. She panted as she came down from her first climax. Her lover's resolve was strong, he was now ready to begin.

Before she could gather herself, he started to pull back, she felt the tip slowly pull out as her lover made himself comfortable. She knew just what he wanted and she pushed her shoulders into the sheets. As her fingers gently parted her inner lips, he thrust forward again, pushing through her cervix again. She moaned as her lover began his steady pattern of thrust and retreat. She now wanted to be seen by that nag of a healing mistress, she wanted her to see her lover now, defiling her, his long wolfhood fucking her, just as it had the first time he had and as he always would. She could only grunt and moan in pleasure, her passion reigning wild within her mind. She wanted more and he was giving it to her. She rubbed her clit as she panted, his knot now starting to fill. At first, his knot would pop in and out of her wet lips until it was too big and it felt as if he would be stuck outside. She didn't want this, she whinnied as his knot kept filling and with one sharp thrust, he squeezed the knot through. She groaned loudly as the knot passed into her passage and the tip slipped through into her womb, his fuzzy balls now rubbing against her clit and the knot pressing against her g-spot. She could only catch her breath momentarily as he kept thrusting, pushing his way into her.

She could feel her own desires growing again, knowing her lover was close. The knot pulled at her opening, but was now trapped as he prepared to fire his load deep into her womb. She wanted this desperately now, her body was craving his seed, but she wanted to wait for him. He only gave two more thrusts before he thrust deep and she felt the hot seed spill into her. His seed spilled forth, filling her womb with the first shot. She gasped as she fired his second load, more of his seed spilling out into her vaginal tunnel. His third load forced more into the already tight space and soon she could feel the warm cum of her lover dribbling down and falling from her clit onto the bed. She cried out as she now came. Her body forced more from her insides as she pulled more into her womb. Her whole belly now felt warm inside as the seed filled deep. More fell forth and landed on her sheets as she panted, trying to savor the glow of her lover's rewards.

Half an hour later, she felt her lover pull his cock from her. She knew he was gone as she gathered what strength was left, having climaxed twice more from the knot rubbing against her g-spot. Without removing the blindfold, she took the special strap she used to keep her lover's seed within her and fastened it in place, making sure her tail was not trapped by the strap. She picked up the blessing of her lover and ran her tongue over the length. Some of his seed still coated the shaft and she savored the chance to taste his seed mixed with her own climax. She sucked from the tip one last time, getting a small reward of taste before taking it to the basin to wash. Having washed it, she returned it to the box in her wardrobe. After turning out the lights, she returned herself to her bed and without removing the blindfold, settled down in the wetspot to remember her love.

The next morning, she woke as she heard the front door open. As she looked at the clock, she realized she hadn't removed the blindfold. She took it off and looked around at her bedroom. The sights of her pleasure from the night before littered the room and they almost made her feel sad, but she rubbed her belly, remembered her lover's gift and a smile crossed her lips. She got up and fixed up her dressing gown before walking into the kitchen where her ferret room mate was sitting at a stool by the counter. She started the kettle and made her a cup of coffee.

"Tough night with the boys?" the mare asked with a sly smile.

"Tough night on the booze," she groaned.

The ferret looked up at the mare with hung over eyes.

"Here I am with cum dribbling down my leg and you look as if you've had a good night of loving," the ferret groaned. "Where do you keep him?"

"Oh, just in my wardrobe."