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This story was written for Tala as part of my themed patreon request day for April. This month's theme was "First Times", and this story contains solo masturbatory fun involving a consenting adult herm. :3

A New Morning Routine

Yesterday had been a... weird day for Epona. No. It had been a very weird day. She had awoken as her normal self, a beautiful, chestnut brown coated unicorn, and begun the day as any other. Shower. Breakfast. Brush her teeth. Generally getting ready to start the day. But, by the time the day had ended, she had changed. Physically, magically changed.

As she awoke, her first, innate reaction was to reach for her crotch. Her first vocalisation was a moan of stunned wonder as she recalled the prior day. The transformation. The change. And... the pleasure that had resulted from it.

She cupped her balls. Balls that hadn't been there twenty four hours ago. She slid her fingers up and over the base of her shaft; stroking at the underside of a cock that hadn't been there twenty four hours ago. She moaned, and it was then that her eyes fluttered open.

"Holy shit!"

She sat bolt upright, shocked for a moment despite the hand upon her shaft by the large and obvious tent in the bedding beneath which she was lying.

"O-oh god... it's... fuck..."

Carefully, bashfully and now very much alert and conscious, Epona peeled back the sheets covering her body. She revealed her breasts, nipples firm and erect, and mere moments later groaned again as she found herself exposing the head of a thick, swollen and very much hardened cock. She'd seen it yesterday of course. Felt it. Explored it. Made it... well, made it do what cocks did when you paid them a great deal of attention. But, it had all been new then. Too exciting, too overwhelming and over-stimulating for her to think straight. Indeed even now, looking around with reddened cheeks, the no longer entirely female unicorn could see signs all around the room of last night's first interaction with her new genitalia. The wall behind the bed in which she was lying. The underwear sitting stained and abandoned by the bed's side. And of course, most embarrassingly and extreme in its cum-marked glory, the ceiling almost directly above where she was currently lying down.

It had seemed so much more intense, so much more overwhelming and... big last night, being new as it was. But, somehow this morning Epona had expected it to be either gone, as magically as it had appeared upon her person, or... somehow more natural. Like it had always been there. Manageable, much in the same way as she could manage the feelings, the desires, the urges of her pussy.

She blushed, glancing towards her rather large toy chest seated by the bedside cabinet. Okay, perhaps not the best example in the world, but still, decidedly more manageable than what she had felt last night.

And now... now she found herself staring at that thick, colossal cock once more, every bit as big and unwieldy as it had seemed yesterday. It was rock hard. Twitching. Aching. And... goddammit, she wouldn't be able to do a thing today until it settled. Epona had been with men before of course, and she knew what morning wood was. She knew that it would go away eventually if ignored, but quite frankly right now she couldn't imagine ignoring this. It dominated not only her vision, but a good foot plus of space in front of her already large, powerful equine form. There was simply no way that she would be able to dress like this. No way that she would be in any fit state to go downstairs and make herself breakfast like this, lest someone peer in through a window and get an eyeful.

"Oh god... I... I have to..."

Epona had never been embarrassed about her sexuality, about her enjoyment of pleasure and the thrill of pushing her body towards the pinnacle of orgasm. But then, she had never felt compelled or obligated to do so before. Not by anyone else for sure, but also not by her own body. Sure she'd been horny plenty of times, and chosen to relieve those urges in the only way that made sense. But when it came to a pussy that was dripping wet or a pair of breasts with nipples erect with arousal, they could be contained. Could be hidden away if time was short or there wasn't the privacy to go and take care of those issues directly.

A cock, however, was decidedly less easy to conceal. Even an average erection, and though she didn't wish to be arrogant there was nothing remotely average about Epona's brand new cock, could easily betray the arousal of its owner through a pair of trousers made to handle men's equipment. Thus Epona found herself in this strange and frankly humiliating situation. A circumstance in which she felt like she had to masturbate. Not through any specific desire to do so, but to achieve the simple physiological necessity of a flaccid erection.

Everything about the act she was about to embark upon felt strange for that reason. Not bad. Not unpleasant, but strange and unfamiliar for sure. Epona reached out and wrapped a hand around her erection, shuddering as she squeezed it and her body reacted with a surge of pleasure. She whinnied softly, and her already vibrant blush deepened several more shades. She added her second hand to her shaft, stroking it with both hands at once along its rather obscenely large and thick length. Her eyes fell heavy lidded, her breathing growing deep and her chest rising and falling rapidly as she panted and moaned. God it was intense. She was so hard. It almost hurt whenever her cock flexed and strained, as though begging to be freed from its current state of rigidity. And she was desperate, frantic in her efforts to oblige it.

All at once Epona was as uncomfortable and embarrassed, but as turned on and eager as she had ever felt. She barely even thought of her pussy even though she could feel it flexing and growing damp, aroused by the sensations running parallel to those it had always provoked within the unicorn, but somehow entirely separate and unique. She pumped her cock faster. Faster, whinnying and snorting as she wordlessly begged herself to do it. To cum. The more she stroked herself though the less the orgasm she sought was about softening her erection and allowing her to begin her day. With every squeeze and stroke her embarrassment faded, or at least found itself so overwhelmed by the pleasure surging through her body that it might as well have been non-existent.

There came a point though where the embarrassment returned with a vengeance. A certain moment, a certain feeling, a loss of control the likes of which Epona hadn't experienced since her very first sexual fumblings. She'd felt it yesterday, and it would take a great many more orgasms from her cock before that feeling would entirely subside. She knew that it was about to happen. That she was going to cum. But as inevitable, as uncontrollable as the pleasure was, it was almost terrifying in its unfamiliar intensity.

"O-oh god... ohhhh n-nohhh... nhhhhhh-hhaahhh... please!"

That was how Epona teetered and toppled over the edge. Grunting. Whinnying. Moaning and begging herself, unsure genuinely if she was asking herself to cum, or not to do so. Regardless of intent though, cum she did. Her cock throbbed. Thrashed. And she wailed, overwhelmed by the feeling and indeed by the sight of it as she began to spray thick ribbons of seed up into the air, painting a little of the ceiling once more but primarily raining her own cum back down upon herself and her gasping, trembling, pleasure stricken body.

Thus she achieved her goal. She relieved her morning wood, and was now ready to begin the day as if nothing was different.

She rose, albeit rather more sticky than usual, from bed.

She stepped into the bathroom. Into the shower.

She dressed, and headed downstairs for breakfast, just as always.

But... as she made herself cereal, the unicorn found herself thinking about what had just happened. About her cock. How good it had felt, and how she had that morning wood to look forward to perhaps not every day, but many in the days and weeks to come.

And that was when she felt it.

The unfamiliar twitch of a soft cock beginning to grow excited.

The swelling.

The growing.

And of course, the tenting.

"O-oh god..."

She stared down at her jeans, the front already tented and her cock having barely started to swell yet.

Her body and indeed her mind still had a long way to go before they were used to the change that had overcome it. And it seemed very much like, until she could get a better handle on her thoughts at least, her new morning routine was going to have to account for not just one but a great many delays in the coming weeks.

By Jeeves

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