>You are Moonshine in heat.
>With loins burning and cunt dripping you search for the one person who can relieve your itch.
>You find him at home watching tv.
>Quickly you stand in front of him and bend over to showcase your aching rear.
>With mind foggy with lust your thoughts are scrambled as you mutter a single word:
“Touch.”
>“Moonshine what in the everloving fuck are you doing?” He exclaims, startled at the sudden flank intrusion.
>Drooling you raise your tail and step backwards arching your back in hopes of relief with those pointy digits of his.
>“I don’t know what’s gotten in to you Moonshine but this is very unladylike.”
>The sound of his deep voice makes your head swim and your pussy winks in anticipation dripping sticky goo.
>“Goddamnit I just cleaned the carpet yesterday.” Anon yells.
“Touch…Genitals…” You whisper.
>He smacks you in the ass and you sputter all over his hand.
>Anon storms off to wash his hand and you continue to piddle.
>He comes back with an ice cube tray in his hand.
>Before you can react he grabs you and lifts you up under his arm.
>You scree in protest as he takes ice cubes and begins inserting them into your leaking hot vagina.
>The coldness is relieving but nothing compares to the filling feeling of warm fingers.
>You shiver with half a dozen ice cubes now in your pussy.
>Anon throws you out the front door. 
>“Go find some pony to fuck if you need it that bad” He yells while slamming the door.
>You wander off cold and stiff legged mumbling to yourself about touching and genitals.