Mary mary quite contrary.
Mary sighed and leaned back in her chair. Her tail idly swept back and forth as she began to scratch her ears. Another hard day of learning completed. She rubbed her stinging eyes and then hit the final buttons on her computer. There, finally done. The finishing touches for the paper were done, and the assignment was sent off. Standing up and stretching her arms out she let out a large toothy yawn. School could be so taxing at times.
Walking around her tiny 1 bedroom apartment she went to her "kitchen", and grabbed a cup for some tea. Throwing it into the microwave she idly began to scratch her shoulder. Damn stress always makes her itchy. The microwave beeped and she took out the hot cup. Going to her bed she took a couple of sips and then put it down.
"Fuck!" She mumbled to herself! "I can't believe that I forgot the sugar!" On the way back from the kitchen she caught a good look at herself. Brown fur, Green eyes with black hair. A cross breed, she was cow and cat. Her mom was a purebred, but her father was 1/4 cat. Her tail swished lightly; even he didn't have a tail like hers. Geez, what a way to remind people of your Grandpa. She pinched her ample hips and protruding belly. The stupid genes could have at least let her have a better body, less curves and more muscle. Grabbing her huge breasts with both hands she thought that this was the only benefit that she didn't have a problem with. Dumping the sugar into the tea, she flopped into the bed.
Staring at the wall for a minute she grabbed the channel changer and began to flip through the channels. As usual there was only crap on. She didn't mind watching cartoons sometimes but the ones on now where shit. Slowly her other hand began to slip down to stroke her breasts; there was something comforting about doing that. Not arousing so much as reassuring. Ignoring the TV for now she began to think about why she was this way, alone and without a mate. For as long as she could remember she'd felt different from other people. Like they had something in them that she didn't. She'd even thought that she might be a lesbian for a while, but wouldn't that have shown itself by now? She felt attracted to people, but not enough to get involved. Her hand slipped down lower to her stomach and continued to stroke.
Moving her head to the side she had to think that her appearance had something to do with it. In a school with allot of felines and dogs, there weren't allot of other cows. And they all seemed to be perfectly happy with their little mates, or crazy and disgusting. She shivered as she thought about one of the cow crossbreeds in her class. He had latched onto her as soon as she walked into the class but when a horse-cross came in a while later he was gone. He had left bugging her to hang out with the horse type, never mind that the horse had been male. Oh well. The cow cross-had been a gross, obscene type of breed and totally repugnant to her. Now, the horse, he had been nice, tall with great fur and a beautiful voice. Her hand slipped even lower to begin to play with herself. He had been a great guy, and they'd even worked on a few projects together. Her fingers began to work their magic as they slipped between her folds to play with her clitoris. His smell....mmm...so heavy with a nice musk. She'd really enjoyed hanging out with him, and they'd done really well together. It was pleasant, even meeting the girlfriend had been nice too.
Now the girlfriend was a beautiful petite ferret cross. Mostly ferret with a little vixen; the horse seemed ridiculously large beside her. She gasped as her fingers began to be lubricated moving around, then she lightly slipped one inside mimicking a thrust and pulled out to play with her button for a while. Yet they seemed really well paired, especially since the ferret wasn't too bright. Funny how smart guys really seemed to like the dumb girls. Getting heated, Mary turned the TV to a music channel and then shifted onto her back. Lifting her shirt up to her head, she licked her hand and began to play with her nipples. Nothing like a little play to relieve some of her stress. Her nipples hardened and tightened with the cool air on them. Lowering her jeans a bit Mary decided to let her imagination go and have fun. Now the ferret girl and horse boy had got her so hot, why not keep it up.
Moaning she visualized the horse boy. Walking up behind him as she had so often when studying, and then lifting up his shirt. He had a strong body with a beautiful covering of hair, a lovely texture and some muscles. Not overly muscular, but not small either. As he sat at his chair and table with only her in the room, tonight for this dream he was all hers. Licking the sensitive side of his neck he shuddered and then groaned a bit. Turning around he looked at her as she smiled then began to kiss her deeply. Tongues dueling she moved her hand down into his shirt to feel his chest. His arm came around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, the chair groaned with the added weight. Her soft curves melting over his body, he began to feel up her breasts while their kiss became deeper. In the real world Mary climaxed suddenly as her body became rigid. Gasping soundlessly, she thrust her fingers inside trying to keep the climax going. When it finished she lifted her glistening fingers out and played with fluids, spreading them across her light brown belly. Still not satisfied however, she continued with her play arousing her body again. Another genetic perk, she had the easily aroused body of a cat but the staying power of a cow. Some of the most popular hookers were horses and cows since they could just keep going. Another reason why the horse was so ....mmmm...interesting for her.
Playing with the sensitized top of her clit she gently moved around arousing the other more neglected areas while she continued with her dream. As the horse began to take off her shirt she began to grind herself down on his erection through his pants. Half aroused, it was still huge, and grinding against it was getting her even hotter. Mary guided her finger to the outside of the clit, teasing herself. Rubbing just outside the sensitive nubbin made her hot and eager for more. Once dream Mary was braless and shirtless, the horse bent down and began to suckle her breasts. Groaning she enjoyed this for a while as her juices began to soak into his pants. With a low lowing noise she suddenly moved her hands down to his pants and began to stroke what she'd been grinding against for so long. The horse put one arm of the table behind him and grabbed her side with the other. Smiling devilishly Mary began to lick and bite down his chest. Her small canines gave small flashes of pain in at the same time with her stroking of his dick causing the horse to have spurts of pain-pleasure. Still restrained by his pants his dick was becoming larger, and it was beginning to cause horse-boy some serious problems. When he lifted his arm to take off his pants she bit him hard near the nipple drawing blood. Giving a little whinny in pain he looked down in shock at her as her eyes glared at him through a cloud of brown hair.
Brown eyes still opened wide with shock suddenly a loud zipping noise rent the air. Green met brown as suddenly the stroking resumed, and the brown slowly began to cloud with lust. Smiling, Mary leaned forward and began suck the blood off of his chest as the horse's head moved back. Following the trail she slithered down his body until her knees were on the ground. In the real world Mary was really worked up, nearing the start of another climax. No longer teasing she had her one hand working the pleasure spot while the other was thrusting two fingers inside. The combination of the rubbing and thrusting was driving her wild. Rapidly in her dream events progressed, taking the dick out of the pants she began to suck on it while playing with herself. Groaning the horse grabbed both sides of her head and began to thrust down her throat. Nearly choking, she took it as far as it would go. As the dream horse thrust in her dream, she had her fingers mimic it in the real world. Getting closer the rythum continued as they got ready to climax. Just as the horse came, so too did Mary, as her body once again went taught as a bow. Thrusting her fingers deep inside her other hand pushed on her pleasure spot making her body begin to shake with pleasure. Slowly she came down from her climax, her body still occasionally giving a climatic shudder. Looking at the TV she heard the music and then sat up. Going to the bathroom she had a shower to clean up the mess. One other benefit to dreaming was that there was less of a mess to clean up later.