A Pause.

Story by Yure16 on SoFurry

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?After some lessons, the dragoness decided to join in my quest and guide me to where she saw the idea of dragon for the last time before his disappearing. I felt thirsty and the boobs of that fully developed pregnant dragoness were just begging to be sucked, I couldn't stop looking. She noticed.

Is there anything wrong? - she asked.

I'm thirsty... - I answered.

The idea of dragoness squated down to my level and approached me to her breasts and I instantly opened my muzzle.

I was eager for some of her motherly liquid and she was eager to share it with me. I sucked on her breast happily; we gave a pause on the quest. The taste was wonderful, perfect like her, something beyond words of my imperfect vocabulary. At north, we could see another gate and, at west, we could see some other animal ideas.

We were here and, all of sudden... - the idea of dragoness took a pause. - a little turtle babyfur using a weird kind of laser gun shot against us. I could flee, but the idea of dragon decided to stay and fight the turtle babyfur. He got shot and was put to sleep. That was when the turtle took him to beyond the gate, to the Sensible Reality.

I wasn't paying attention; satisfying my thirst with that sweet "ideal milk" was something really good, enough to make my other senses malfunction, causing my tongue to be more sensible to the taste. She pointed to the gate. The Ideal World doesn't spin like Earth, só half of it experiences eternal morning and the other half is plunged into deep darkness.

The wind blew, it was afternoon in that place. Why a cub would want to have the ideas?

Cultures and Masturbation Tutorials.

The dragoness kept moaning in heat. I wonderd why she wasn't pawing off already. Hey, I can tell you are aroused... - I said. - Why don't you, you know, play with yourself? Do girls play with themselves? - she asked. Yes! All the time, just like...

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Imperfect Perfection.

?After some time talking, we came to an agreement: if I could find the pest who was stealing the ideas, I could have the idea of pawing for once and have the best masturbation I ever had. Oh, I agree - I said, eager for the so-called perfect...

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Pawing.

I wanked alone to thoughts I barely could tell, my tail twiched, my heart skips a beat as I let myself go, as my paw goes slow, as I lean forward as my body is left there, numb. Solitude is crazy, crazy. Solitude is lazy, lazy. I look to my furred...

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