Desperate Measures
A corgi laments on the mornings when his bed is a bit too lonely for his tastes.
Desperate Measures
Written by Hobie Webb
Dustin swore that on the mornings that he woke up alone in his dorm when his girlfriend slept in her own room, his arousals were harder than ever.
He couldn't be mad at her. Shani was captain of the volleyball team and treasurer of one of the school's sororities. He knew that sometimes the hyena needed to have a late night studying, an early practice, or an event with her sisters.
But that didn't stop the corgi from having needs of his own. Despite being almost a foot shorter than she was, he was always found himself curled around her each morning. And not having that firm hyena rump to rub up against in the morning?
Pure. Torture.
It on was those mornings that he felt especially lucky that his roommate had early morning classes. Not that the corgi had purposely chosen later classes to give himself some personal time in the morning but, he had to admit, the mental image of him running to class with an energy bar half in his muzzle and the dried semen of a misfire on his pants wasn't an appealing one.
Still half asleep, he would stretch out his short body as much as possible and let his paw slide along his body. He would trail his fingers over his torso, lightly graze each nipple hidden beneath his soft fur before he continued further down. He grazed his stubbed claws along his inner thighs and let them brush over his full, furry balls.
Then, if he wasn't already fully rock hard (which was a rarity these days) he'd slip a claw into his sheath and tease the tapered tip of his canine cock. He'd work his finger in slow circles before pulling his sheath back, taking advantage of his own precum as his own natural lubricant. It was always better when it was straight from the source. Once his cock is freed from its furry cover, and once he's frustrated himself from all the teasing, huffing puffing and grunting, he'll press his feet-paws into the mattress under him and jerk himself off hard and fast, letting out a loud bark or two as his copious load spills into his paw and onto his stomach.
Sometimes, if he's feeling friskier, he'll break out some toys. Usually, it was one of those "pocket pussy" sorts in the shape of a mare's sex. He'll imagine it's the mare in his American Literature class, the one who was friends with Shani. Once, while extremely drunk, he even asked the hyena for a threesome and was given the toy in return as her answer.
He doesn't use it often since it never felt as good as the real deal. He once tried warming it up in a bowl with hot water from his coffee maker but that didn't help much. In the end, it comes in handy when his own paw wasn't going to get the job done. He'll pour in the slick lube that he keeps on the shelf on his desk then place it on a pillow before he covers it with the rest of his pillows, sandwiching his toy down between before he slides his turgid morning arousal in.
He'll close his eyes and imagine that mare on all fours, her heat winking invitingly as she spreads her thick lips for him. He'll imagine Shani behind him, her fingers wrapped around his arousal, teasingly rubbing him against the other female, sultry murmuring in his ear about how he's far too small to mount her himself as she guides him into soaked equine.
He'll start with slow, gentle thrusts first before he gradually quickens them up, his hips slamming in back and forth as he pants, tongue lolling in pleasure. He'll press his paws into the pillow, claws digging in, causing the toy to tighten around his leaking cock, his thick, growing knot pushing up against the silicone lips with his eager little humps. With a final growl, he'll push himself as deep into the toy as he can, his knot stretching it wide as his shaft twitches and spurts his slick canine seed into the silicone pocket.
He always makes sure he's extra careful when he pulls out. Unless it's laundry day, he'd rather not make a mess. It only took one incident where his pillow got stuck to his cheek fur when he decided to sleep in. Cutting that out wasn't fun. Neither was making the excuses for the bald patch when he went home for the holidays.
On other days, he would take out the toy that Shani didn't know that he used on his own. It was a dildo, a limited edition one casted from the cock of Henrik Joeri, the Great Dane porn star. Shani had a huge crush on him and the couple had brought the toy into bed with them a few times; Shani either fucking herself while sucking Dustin off or Dustin using the toy as assistance to double penetrate her.
He always made sure to lock the door of his dorm room before he played with Henrik. Having his roommate walk in on him while he was balls deep in a rubber sleeve was one thing. The raccoon catching him fucking himself with a rubber dick? That was another thing and not something that Dustin really wanted to go into. He was really lucky that they had scored a corner suite dorm room. Having a private bathroom to scrub the toy clean in instead of having to chance running down to the floor's shared bathroom (and, worse, chance getting caught by the hockey players that he shared the floor with) to scrub the toy clean of his scent.
He'll coat the toy with plenty of lube and reach behind himself, pressing the tapered tip up under his stub of a tail. With a gasp and a sigh he'll slowly push it deep inside of him, pausing now and then to let his body adjust, and settle down on his knees, with the base of the toy settled on his mattress. He would keep himself still first, just squirming the muscles of his slick, tight passage around the silicone dick, his stubby tail beginning to wag in pleasure that he got a bit more in than the last time he tried.
Soon enough, though, he would wrap his fingers around his red, glistening cock, now leaking between his thighs and would begin to rock his hips, the mattress helping to propel him up. He would bite his lower lip before yelping softly as he takes the rubber toy inside him as far as he can, the casted bulbous knot pressed up to his tight puckered hole over and over. He can't wait until the day that he's able to take that thick knot but, for now, just feeling it pressed up against him, threatening to stretch him wide as it slips inside.
His yelps turn into moans as the toy caresses his prostate over and over, the stimulation of the thick bundle of nerves causing his cock to leak even more than before, the mattress under him squeaking in protest as his headboard slams into the wall. With his eyes closed tight, he would imagine it was Henrik slamming into him over and over, imagine Shani watching her boyfriend being fucked by the famous porn star, the corgi dwarfed by the Great Dane's mass, as her paws rest on the back of the corgi's head, keeping his muzzle between her thighs, his tongue lapping eagerly at her sex.
Or perhaps she would wear the toy currently nestled in him as a strap-on, her strong paws gripping his hips as she thrusts hard into him while he would have to worship the real deal in front of him, the imaginary paw on the back of his head changing from that of a female hyena to a Great Dane stud. Finally, his orgasm hits him with a howl and he rides out the wave after wave of pleasure. He'll catch his cum in his paw and sloppily lick it clean, pretending that it came from the Henrik himself.
Sure, desperate times counted for desperate measures but, man, they were totally worth it.