After a Dream
After a particularly yiffy dream, Scrimno paws off.
This story is about a guy masturbating. If you're too young for that, or you don't like it, go away right now. This is my first attempt at a yiffy story. I know it has major flaws, so be nice. I had this dream and I had to write down what I did after. Sorry if it gets into the sex too quickly for you. Scrimno belongs to me and Pandra belongs to herself. (c) Scrimno 2009
--After a Dream--
Scrimno awoke from a dream involving himself, his mate Pandra, and a spunky young male golden retriever. It was a little weird because he considered himself straight. He was surprised to find that he still had a rock-hard erection from the dream and by the way he felt, it wasn't going down anytime soon.
The otter could almost still feel the canine within him and it made him throb, wanting for more. He dazedly noticed that in his sleep his knees were lifted and legs were spread as if he was receiving a sexual partner. He smiled and thought back to the golden retriever he and his mate shared in his dream.
Somehow his tip had burrowed out from his boxers while he was sleeping and was now straining up insistently at the blanket in it's own goo. Apparently he had already had a wet dream but his body longed for more release.
He had to find a solution to his problem fast before he went crazy. He weighed his options. He considered his mate who was sleeping softly right next to him for a quick lay. She likely wouldn't appreciate being woken up this late at night, so he abandoned that idea. He then remembered that his PSP was within arm's reach. He sometimes used that at night to look up yiffy stories and paw off, but they usually took too long to get to the good parts, and he needed satisfaction NOW. Growing more urgent, he decided his best bet was to do it the old-fashioned way: mano-a-mano.
Scrimno laid his head back into his pillow and grazed the underside of his shaft with a hand. Smiling to himself, he let the tingling sensation of the first touch linger in his body for a few seconds. He then used his right paw to grasp his fully engorged otterhood and slid down his opening to expose the full glory of his penis.
He felt for his fuzzy orbs close to his body with his other hand and gave them a single sharp squeeze. He let out a tiny "Mmf" and listened quietly for signs his mate might be stirring awake. Confident he was in the clear, he continued.
He kept holding and rolling his balls, feeling the dull ache in his loins enhance his sensitivity. He fully grasped his poor begging penis and began sliding his hand up and down the shaft. Tingling feelings of warmth and joy swam through his body and his tail twitched in time with his stroking. He sped up, keeping a watchful eye on his sleeping mate. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as the pleasure washed over his body. He held his breath as he pumped even faster, beginning to shake the bed.
The lusty otter remembered his dream with the golden retriever topping him and slowed his pace, thinking back to it and the reason he was so horny. Even though he considered himself straight he decided to run with the fantasy. He brought his left hand to his mouth and sucked on his fingers a bit pretending it was that canine from his dream. He throbbed and shuddered in pleasure as he fantasized, finding the little extra stimulation helping immensely. He licked and sucked at his fingers hungrily as he continued to slide his hand up and down his straining cock. He held his breath again and felt the pressure grow within himself. He shivered and curled his toes in extacy, every so often glancing over at Pandra to make sure she was still sleeping.
Scrimno knew what he had to do to completely re-create the fantasy of his dream. He stopped whacking it and removed his fingers from his mouth. He was nervous but horny as hell and ready to do anything to get off. He moved his slick webbed hand from his mouth and moved it down under covers to the base of his tail. Nervously he smeared his own saliva on and around his tail hole to lube it up.
He started pawing himself again before penetrating himself. Slowly he began inserting one finger into his anus. Surprisingly it went in without effort. 'Dog musta stretched me out' he mused. When he probed deeper he gasped, finding a certain sweet spot that made him feel like his chest was a raging waterfall and his head was in a whirlpool. It was a very powerful, strange, WELCOME sensation indeed! He immediately held his breath to keep quiet and began pumping his cock while his finger supplied that extra sensation.
The otter could feel the heat from his body rising, as he worked himself over. His tail tensed reflexively at the intruder but it was so wonderfully delectable at the moment. He ventured another finger into himself. It met a bit of resistance, but he accommodated easily and it made that sweet spot all the more better to be rubbed. He began jacking his dick furiously now, intent on cumming as soon as possible. He dug his head into the pillow and bit into it, panting through his teeth.
The pleasure was almost unbearable now, the waves coming in almost a complete torrent. He pulled his fingers out of his butt and shoved three of them back in, moaning into the pillow. His tail was thrashing wildly, his other hand abusing his cock now ready to erupt. Going back to his fantasy, he imagined that young golden retriever pounding into him about to tie.
The otter pumped and pawed as fast as possible now, his hand a blur around his throbbing otter rocket. His balls bunched up close into his body sending up their fuel and starting the ignition sequence. While he was right on the cusp of a very powerful orgasm, he took his hand out of his ass. For a moment he despaired at this now empty feeling, but smirked at what he was about to do. He was so close he could barely control himself, but he brought his hand up and spit in it again, wetting all of his fingers. His head swam with colors and his heart raced with the force of wild river rapids.
That horny sum bitch of an otter began working ALL FOUR of his fingers back into his ass! He felt his ring stretch, and it hurt a bit, but he didn't care. He was going all the way. He imagined that hunky dog from his dream finally tying him just when he reached that sweet spot in his ass. He let out a muffled "Nnngh!" as his orgasm hit like a tsunami. The pleasure was so overwhelming he felt like he was going to pass out. His cock gushed forth streams of thick otter semen all over the underside of the blanket and his hand. He felt his whole body tense up hard; His head exploded in crashing waves of extacy over him. His chest felt like a wild torrent of rapids. His tail arched up into the air and threw off the blanket from his feet. His whole body tingled pins and needles.
Huffing, the spent otter collapsed back into his pillow. He pulled his gooey webbed hand up to his face and slurped up some of his own spunk, finding it not disagreeable. He pulled his other hand out of his bottom which was now starting to get sore. He sighed a contented breath of relief and rolled over to go back to sleep.
"Have fun?" Pandra asked next to him.
His eyes shot open and he blushed hotly in the dark. "Why yes. Thank you."