Beautiful Twilight: Late Start
#4 of Beautiful Twilight
Beautiful Twilight: Late Start
Sparkle Shadowpaw gave a soft, warm sigh as her fingers drifted south, over the rounded globes of her breast, her soft, pudgy tummy and towards the sensitive, needy junction between her legs. The wolf was lying on her bed, eyes closed, as she tried to remember the vivid dream she'd been having moments ago that left her soaked like a kid at a water balloon fight.
In the dream she'd been serving drinks at her bar: Beautiful Twilight, when a bunny approached her. Soft blue fur, taut belly, a very plump bottom- something he had turned towards her and begged to spank. With a rump fetish she couldn't deny she had, and a spanking fetish that consumed her; she got right to work, slapping the cute, rounded cheeks, her fingers crashing against the lovely round rump in front of her with glee. She'd woken up soon after, shed her clothing, and proceeded to well...
The wolf moaned, her eyes shut, the visions of her dream dancing in her head while her fingertips slowly pressed past the silky lips of her cunny. Her hips gave a gentle thrust into the air, forcing her fingers deeper into her opening. She always started on her back, gently tickling down the soft cleft of her privates with a single digit before adding a second one, but now, after a dream like that, she just couldn't wait. She quickly pressed a single finger into her tunnel, pressing it inside of her gently, with a quiet moan of bliss, followed be a second finger, eager to join the first. She twisted her fingers about inside of, her rubbing her sweet, sensitive inner walls with the tip, while she spread her thighs, allowing for far more access...
"Oh...I've have GOT to find a rabbit..."She mumbled quietly to herself, her toes curling about when her fingertips found that hot little spot inside of her: Her G-which she held onto tightly. That act alone forced a loving moan from her throat as her fluids began to trickle from her crotch, splattering gently on the bed and she knew she'd have to calm down soon before she hit her climax. She wanted it to last. She wanted to hold out until she couldn't take another fingertip being pressed into her and her climax hit her like a bus.
She pulled her fingers free, taking a slow, deep breath at let her body sink into the warm sheets underneath her. She wasn't ready to climax yet, not just yet, but she couldn't stop herself once she had brought herself this close. Her fingers moved on their own accord, forcing her hips to raise up again, slipping into her sweet, buttery passage in a slow, winding massage that made her squeak with pleasure. She twisted on her side, whimpering softly like a mouse, both her eyes shut tightly as her desire encompassed her, taking her, forcing her forward towards the creeping orgasm that threatened her any moment. With the side of her thumb she gently pressed the nub of her pleasure button, tickling clitty with soft, feathery brushing strokes of her soft fur- and that's when it happened.
Like a water balloon bursting inside of her, the wolf gave a loving howl as her climax hit, splattering her sticky juices all over the bed below her, coating her fingers, her inner thighs, and her lower tummy in the wolf's wet lust.
"...Damn....I hope there's a bunny in my bar tonight." Spark groaned quietly, giving a bleary eyed glance at the clock.
7:46. PM.
"Terrific. I was supposed to be a work almost two hours ago. That's depressing. " Sparkle grumbled quietly, and rolled to her left to spring herself out of bed. She'd always forgotten she took the top bunk of the beds.
"Ya know what? I'm not goin' to work tonight. I'm gonna take an impromptu vacation. Whaddaya say Jack? Sound like a good plan?" The wolf mumbled quietly from the large furry heap that she ended up as on the floor. She untagled a paw from her body and reached under the bed, pulling free and hidden bottle of J.D and sighed, climbing back up onto the bed to get cozy under the covers again. It was raining outside anyway, a cold, dreary Monday. The kind best left indoors with a bottle of jack, and naughty dreams of what might have been...
The end.