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Core's Opportunity - Chapter 20
🕑 Added 2018-11-09 21:42:05 +0000 UTC Core gets to know a part of himself he's neglected his entire life.Core's Opportunity - Chapter 20
by Zmeydros
The day after his date feels like it's only half there. A feeling of deep satisfaction dilutes the frustrations and other minor annoyances of his life. It's like he's stuck in a good dream. Though he remembers the sexy things he and Petra did, they dangle just out of his grasp, their forms blotted out by a bright bliss-filled sky. His homework, no trouble. His near-broken car, it gets him where he needs to go. His old computer, it's got another couple months in it. The worry he normally attaches to all these things--like oil on a rain-soaked road, it just flows over the top of him never quite making it inside. Not even his libido thinks to bother him.
But the next day just after he makes it to school, his libido becomes incandescent. Every single thing he did with Petra glows in his mind like a bonfire. And the hours crawl by. He swears his professors are talking slower, that the noodle place in his school's food court takes eons to bring his food out, and even the sun seems to hang in the sky without moving. If he didn't know better, he would swear that the universe was conspiring to make sure he never made it home to play with the toys Petra gave him.
Just knowing he has stuff to put in his snatch makes it feel empty and in need of filling. Images and sensations from his last heat flit through his mind and in his art history class he remembers Millie putting the slender tip of her tail in his needy hole. The vagueness of the memory doesn't stop him from getting wet. In fact, the vagueness makes him yearn to be filled even more.
The unknown frontier behind his balls has waited his whole adult life to be explored. Now that he's finally got the courage to do it, years of pent up curiosity and sexual need are a storm upon his mind. On the drive home, he keeps both of his paws on the steering wheel to avoid slipping one into his jeans.
After parking, he hops out of his car and rushes toward the front door. What is he doing? A pit opens up in his stomach when he gets into his apartment. He's turning into a slut and he never should have sucked Petra off. At this rate he's going to prove everyone right about herms. His libido will take over and he'll fail his classes and end up alone, poor, and his family's biggest failure. He should forget about all this, it's bad enough that he's left his penis hyper and that he associates with vapid bimbos who only think about sex and will lead him to ruin--NO! He digs his claws into his paw pads.
Denise's breathing exercise helps him calm down enough so he can think clearer. Without Millie, Victoria, and Petra, he'd be miserable, alone, and afraid of his own body. This fear, this panic, this hole in his being haven't gotten any better in all the years he's spent wrapped in their web. When did he give up the fight? How did he get like this? It's like he's been rotting from the inside out ever since puberty.
Yes, rotting, like a neglected plant in a dark room. All these things he tells himself. Have they ever helped? Focusing, he tries to borrow other people's praise. He has to put effort into weighing his dark thoughts against the truth. People smile when talking to him, Denise was treating him like a friend by the time she dropped him off, Millie wanted to help him the moment she knew he needed it, Victoria warmed up to him the first time she saw him, and Petra felt so comfortable with him that she lent him like three hundred dollars worth of silicone dongs.
Yes, people trust him and care about him. It's odd nearly all of his new friends want to roll around in bed with him, but he only started making friends like this once he let his sexual side out to play. Maybe his libido is the thing that gave him the extra incentive he needed to let people actually get close to him? He blinks at that odd thought. Sex as a social lubricant? Without sex, he may never have gotten over the awkwardness of being in close proximity another person. And the awkwardness of forming very close bonds.
He tilts his head. Wait, that could apply to everyone. Without a need for cuddles, people probably wouldn't be nearly as willing to touch each other or be physically close. Millie, Victoria, and Petra treat sex as if it's just a natural part of life. He thought it was just because they liked sex...but sex is natural...he leans on the kitchen counter.
Sex is natural.
Tears again. So many tears. All his life he's treated sex like a narcotic. But it does so much more than simply give pleasure. Even if no one else is around. There were times he masturbated just because he wanted to relieve stress or explore his body. Without getting to know his body, he may have hated himself even more.
But he never really got to know his body. Sure, he knows a lot about his dick, but his pussy? He knows so little about it that he can be completely hot and ready down there and still not do anything to sate it. It's time to change that.
After tossing his clothes into the hamper, he bites his lip and lays back on the bed. One paw goes down to his balls, the other reaches under them. At first, he just rubs around the area fascinated by how his snatch twitches. It's like his pussy is excited just to have some attention. When he rubs his sensitive mound of flesh with his palm, he gasps and rolls his hips. For the next few minutes, he just rubs and rubs as his own slickness soaks into the fur of his paw. His urge to have something inside him grows until he puts a finger inside.
He's not in heat, he's not ignoring how it feels, and he's in awe. It's gripping his finger! And he can feel his own muscular walls clamping down on it as he moves his finger lightly in and out while he yips in ecstasy. Rather than getting off this way, he stops and gets out of bed.
When he opens the duffel bag of dildos Petra gave him, he shudders. His mind thinks about trying all of them one after another. Maybe after he's stretched enough? A note is laying atop the dildos. He picks it up. It takes him a moment to tell the difference between Petra's lowercase C's and E's because she barely makes the loop part of the E.
"I wrote this while you were sleeping in. Oh God! You're curling your little foot paws in your dreams and my heart is melting...Anyway, I thought I should tell you about your hymen. You know that thing in everyone's pussy that hurts the first time they have sex? Don't listen to the porn, the hymen doesn't have to be broken. If you use a lot of lube and take your time, it will stretch along with everything else. There will likely be some pain, but make sure you stop if it gets too intense. Just be patient and persistent. You got this. <3 Petra. P.S. Text me when you start and I'll send you some motivational material."
Does he have a hymen? There's no reason he wouldn't, right? But he doesn't remember any pain when Millie put some of her tail inside him during his last heat. Maybe the part she put in wasn't wide enough? It's possible he did stuff during his heats that he doesn't remember, but he better be careful. He sets the smallest toy on the bed. It's not much larger than a finger and is completely smooth.
Blushing deeply, he grabs his phone and texts Petra, "I'm starting." He can't make himself be more specific. He gets on the bed and sets his phone on the nightstand.
Laying on the bed in the buff, he lubes up the toy and lines it up with his wet snatch. The moment he feels the rounded tip of the toy part his slit, his prick starts to rear its head. He's not even touching his cock, is he turned on by his own pussy? Does his dick want to have a go with it? He's never really admired himself down there. What does his pussy look like? Biting his lip, he gets an idea.
After setting the toy aside, he gets off the bed and goes into the bathroom. He comes out with the mirror he uses when he gets something stuck in the fur on his face and sets it on the bed. Then he gets the full-length mirror that's hanging on his bedroom wall and brings it in front of the dresser. It takes some ingenuity and a bungie cord to get it so it's pointing straight at the bed.
On his back again, he grabs the mirror with one hand and his balls with the other. His heartbeat races as he lifts his balls. The moment his muff is revealed, he surprises himself with a moan. It's beautiful! It's so puffy, and wet, and his tiny labia look like flower petals. Panting in excitement an arousal, he spreads himself open.
The hot pink of his cunny is framed by his fully engorged clit. It's not as big as Petra's or Millie's, but it might be the same size as Victoria's? He rubs it and cries out at the sheer intensity of sensation. Less pressure and faster rubbing seems to work the best. Soon his thighs are numb and he's close.
Grabbing and lubing the toy, he looks in the mirror he put in front of his dresser and watches as he presses the blunt head in. Seeing his slit become more circular due to having to go around the toy is interesting, but he only gets a brief glance because his eyes fly shut at the sharp bliss. The toy goes in easy for a couple inches, but then he feels tighter. He eases it deeper taking deep breaths. A couple minutes later, he's gasping and moaning as he feels the toy part his flesh over and over.
It's different than a finger or tail, it's much more cock-shaped and that has him feeling like he's flying. The silicone is now at his body temperature and feels really really good.
A text notification from his phone stops him. After finding out it's from Petra he unlocks his phone. His eyes widen as he looks at the four lewd pics Petra sent him. All four are of her fully erect. Two of them are full body nude photos, one from the front and one from the side. Two are dick pics, one without a condom, the other with a condom bulging with her full load in it. After the pictures is the message, "Happy pussy stretching!"
He sends back a blushing fox emoji.
She sends back a heart with sparkles.
Staring at her cock photos is a mistake, he cums right away, sensitive walls tugging at the toy inside him. He presses it in as deep as it will go having to feel as full as possible. And it makes his ecstatic peak reach even higher.
After the orgasm passes, he's left wanting more and grabs another toy that's a bit thicker. This one has a slight bulge in the middle and another at the base that are a bit bigger than the rest. The tip goes in easy and he strokes his cock when he glimpses the way his pussy is stretching even more this time. The bulge in the middle takes a lot of work. Little flashes of pain make his thighs twitch as he tries to get it in.
Is he going to hurt something? What did she say, be patient and persistent? Yeah, all he has to do is add a bit more lube, relax, and go slow. A couple minutes later, he gyrates his hips and moans so loud his voice goes horse as the thicker section pops inside him. Another wave of bliss carries him away the moment he starts fucking himself with the dildo. Instead of stopping, he just keeps going and by the time it's passed, he's working on the next one.
Murring and yipping, he teases himself with the knot at the base of the toy. He wants it so bad. His foxy instincts want him to be tied by his imaginary lover. It's so wet down there, so hot, so ready!
Applying pressure, he groans. He can feel it stretching down there, but it's a bit sore. He backs off for a while, just slowly moving the toy. When he tries to put the knot inside, the soreness stops him again. Leaving the toy in, he decides to finally deal with his cock so he can take a shower and work on school stuff.
As he fucks his own face, taking his prick well into his mouth, he keeps looking at Petra's dick pics. Hugging his cock against his front, he goes to town. When he pres in his mouth, he imagines it's her pre, when he sucks on it, he remembers her moans and yips, and when he cums, he tries to drink it all down just like he did with her. The full belly he gets makes his tail wag. That first date was as spectacular as it was naughty.
Pulling the toy out, he goes to his shower and washes off.
The next few hours are spent on homework, but something feels different the whole time. Since when did his couch get so cozy? Since when was homework this easy? Since when did he feel this chill about, well, everything?
Sure, he's felt relaxed after sex before. Sure he's felt good after pawing off. Something is missing, the texture of his thoughts has changed. His mind keeps going back to his pussy, what it looked like, what it felt like, how it stretched, how it grabbed at the toys he shoved in it. There is no shame, only wonder. Wonder that his body can feel what it felt.
That sensation of being filled, being taken, being fucked! It's both fascinating and erotic. Yes! He has a pussy and he loves having something inside him. That inner admission bathes him in a light breeze of happiness, a breeze his whole being can float on.
The happiness carries him all the way through the next day and almost like clockwork, he arrives in his apartment with a sopping wet sex. As he's having a quick snack, he gets a text from Petra. "How did it go yesterday?"
His pussy tingles the moment he starts replying to her, "Good, but I couldn't get the knot on the second toy in. I'm going to try again pretty soon."
"The biggest part of all this is learning to relax your PC muscles. Try just leaving the toy in and squeezing it. Then relax. Do that a few times and then just leave the toy in for ten minutes."
"Thanks, I'll try that!" he sends back feeling very strange talking about this subject so casually. It's kinda fun, though.
"One of the toys is a plug you can just leave in. If you brought lube with you, you could just have it in there all day and re-apply lube if it gets uncomfortable."
"o.O leave it in while I'm in class?" his heart thuds as his clit and erection both stir at the same time.
"Yup! OMG! You should do it on the day of our date!"
"What? No! Won't people smell me...and stuff?"
She sends a gif of a bird nodding vigorously. "They won't know where it's coming from. Assuming you're a herm is like the last thing they'll do. It's not exactly polite to walk around a classroom sniffing everyone."
"I'll think about it." he sends. His cock is at full mast and he's so wet that he needs to get his pants off. Narrowing his eyes, he scolds the tent in his pants. Of course he'd be turned on by this. He's no better than Petra, is he? He shakes his head.
"Let me know if you do it. That way we'll both be fighting off random boners while we wait for our date. <3" She sends an image of her cock head poking up past the hem of her skirt. "Whoops, you're making me hard at work already."
"Hey! That one's not my fault!"
"I'll forgive you if you send me a pic of the tent in your pants."
He smirks. "How do you know I have a tent?"
"Science. Now get snappin' I'm gonna take a quick 'bathroom break' :3"
When he tries to take a picture of his massive tent, his shaft gets hard enough that the tightness starts to hurt. He pulls his pants and boxers off, and for the first time in his life, he takes a photo of his cock. As he sends it to her, his whole body tingles. She's not even here and she's making him impossibly horny. It's so lovely to be wanted like this.
"Nice one! Gonna be busy for a few. :p"
The thought of her masturbating to an image of his penis is almost too much. Before he's made it to his bedroom, he's panting and mindlessly stroking at his length. Grabbing lube and the knotted toy, he lays back on the bed. Relaxing to let the toy in is easier this time and it's not long before he's pressing the knot against his pussy lips.
Pre dribbles from his shaft onto his chest as he grinds at that knot. He squeezes down like she told him to. The first couple times, he's not quite sure what relaxing his pussy muscles should feel like, but then he focuses even more on the sensations. Tensed, relaxed, tensed, relaxed, tensed--he moans sharply: he's gonna get off just doing this.
But he doesn't let himself get off just yet. Instead he just leaves the toy in and plays with his prick. With slow licks to his cock head, strokes down the sides, and teasing his knot, he brings himself right up to the edge. Then he holds himself there never stroking or licking fast enough to find his release. When he figures it's been about ten minutes, his balls are aching.
He reaches down and pushes the second knot against his folds. Groaning and gasping, he keeps applying pressure. He wants, needs, to be knotted! Now, right now! He's so close! Wider, wider, and wider, his slit opens while a rush of adrenaline runs through him. It's going to happen! He's going to--the knot pops in and he screeches as he thrashes on the bed.
More! Grabbing under his knot with one paw, he aims his cock at his maw with the other and barely gets his lips on the head before thick spooge gushes forth. Some spills down onto his chest as he struggles to swallow it all.
For ages, he just lies there feeling full in a way he's never experienced. His whole body feels warm, cozy, perfect. Having a knot in there is just that satisfying.
At this rate, he might get himself trained enough to take Petra's cock before she moves. If there's any chance, he has to try. Hopefully she'll stay so they can see if there's more to their relationship than hot sex. He'll take the sex, but it would be silly of him to not want more.
