Wasted thoughts of you
Wasted thoughts of you
Andrew- rough collie
Solo
Okay, I was looking at my stories on yiffstar and noticed I only have a few categories I have not yet put a story in, so I decided, I might as well try to fill at least one story in each category.
Try, mind you, a M/M story may not happen.
This story is Yiffy. If you do not want to read about a Masturbating anthropomorphic male collie, just stop now.
It's a short story, the shortest I have yet written, just one page. No real plot just yiff.
Andrew tossed his keys on the table as he came into his apartment. He reeked of cigarette smoke and humans. It was night when he and his friends went out, it was light now. And he came home alone again. Two of his three friends didn't need him to drive them home. It aggravated him that his drunken friends could hook up and sober, he could not stop getting strafed on the ground by chicks he wanted to hit on. He gave up later in the night and was left to obscurity at a corner table.
He ran his paw between his ears in frustration on his way to the bathroom. Only he and the guy that passed out were non-items in the bar. He pulled his shirt and pants off and looked in the mirror. He didn't think he looked bad. He was a rough collie, his coat was thick and full. His half fold ears were a point of pride of his, but his human friends would always scritch behind them playing. Even Chris, his tiger friend would relish in treating him like a dog. His only regret is that he could not find Bitch or woman to do it with meaning.
He sighed at the figure in the mirror again, turning away to start the shower. He stepped into the warm water, penetrating his thick fur. He worked shampoo into his fur, clearing the pungent smells from his coat. He rinsed the soap form his fur, setting his head under the spray of water, letting it flow over his muzzle and ears. He rubbed his eyes and muzzle and shook off the water from his body as he was still under the shower. He opened his eyes. He was thinking of a Shepherdess he knew. But she had no interest in him he thought. She was out of his league. But she was beautiful. Her almost reddish brown fur, the deep black points on her body. He thought of the large point of her large ears. And her muzzle, oh how he wanted to reach up and caress her soft long muzzle every time he saw her.
He felt the stir in his sheath at thoughts of the shepherdess. He closed his eyes again thinking of touching her soft fur. His hands caressing her sides and hips.
He felt his sheath tighten around his member. He reached down to his white furred sheath, the pink tip of his penis poking form the opening, and pulled the protective cover down past his knot. He gasped as the soft pads of his hand encompassed his swelling member.
He wanted to pull the shepherdess to him, kiss her muzzle tenderly and press into her soft sex. He thought stroking along his length. He panted softly as he went to his knees, the water still streaming over his body. His hips twitched his ears folded back as he pumped his rod, his knot ached with its engorgement of blood. He kept stroking himself as he pulled his sheath farther back with his other paw and put three of his fingers on the slimmer shaft behind his swollen knot and gripped hard,
He thought of his knot lodged within the sexy shepherdess. Pushing his knot farther into her and back but not able to escape her body. He clenched his eyes shut his lips peeled back in a snarl as he thought of her body against, around his, squeezing his knot. He tightened his grip behind his knot and yelped as his balls tightened to his body and the first jet of semen ejected from him, the sound of the strong canine bursts could be heard on the plastic wall of the shower. The collie gasped thinking of his release into the wanting shepherdess. The feeling of his orgasm, he lifted his head back, and further, and further. His tail lifting and twitching with every pulse of semen thrown against the shower wall. The stretch on the collie's abdomen heightened the pleasure of every pulse. He continued to lean back arching his back until his tail hit him between the ears. He remained uncaring as his long canine cum session continued as the water flowed over his throat and chest now.
He wanted the shepherdess's tongue over his throat and neck. The feel of her muzzle on his chest. He gasped as the water pelted his tightened body front. He leaned foreword letting the paw at the front of his knot release and support him in a bow as his pulsing weakened. Water drizzled from his soaked fur and made rivulets off of him. He would lick her throat and kiss her softly now, but he was in a shower with a paw behind his knot letting his canine seed flow down the drain with the water. He threw his head back as his knot shrank, his member slipping through his fingers and into his white furred sheath.
Andrew stood up and rinsed himself again, mostly to cool off. He turned off the water and shook off vigorously. He stepped out the shower, grabbing the towel off the bar and dried off. He brushed his fur out and looked in the mirror and frowned. Maybe he was defective in some other way. Something he couldn't see. He flipped the light to the bathroom off and went into his livingroom. He flipped on his TV and laid on his couch. Lassie was a cultural icon again. He thought as he watched her show. But he was still as unwanted as ever. He left the remote on his chest as he watched her. But soon the day and night he was awake caught up with him. His though as he drifted was how cute Lassie was. And he was asleep.