Tahla’s Horsey Ride

Tahla stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her waist. The eevee cub pressed her ear against the hall door, holding her breath as she listened. Dim sounds of guns and sirens, likely a game Telain was playing, but she didn’t hear anything else. Hoping her parent’s left while she was in the shower, she quietly opened her door and peeked out. Holding tightly to her towel, she crept down the hall. Tahla peeked in her brother’s room and saw him laying on his bed, playing a game she was sure he wasn’t supposed to have. She started to chuckle and quickly covered her mouth.Mom and Dad certainly aren’t home, and Tel’s occupied, she thought, smiling. 

Satisfied that she wouldn’t be disturbed, Tahla returned to her room spread her towel across her bed, excitement welling up in her. She turned and knelt by the pile of plush in the corner of her room, pushing aside one stuffed animal after another until she was all the way to the bottom of the pile. Tahla let out a low murr as she ran her fingers through the fur of a grey horse plush she’d named Boscoe. She’d gotten him a few years prior when her brother won it for her at a fair. The anthro horse was one of her favorites, though recently she’d grown especially attached to him. She scooped the horse up by the arms and carried him onto her bed, setting him squarely on the towel. Her hands trembled in anticipation as she caressed the doll’s legs, moving slowly up towards his waist. She tightened the rope wrapped around Boscoe’s middle, then gripped the thick shaft bound there and tugged, testing the makeshift harness.

“Who’s my big horsey?” Tahla whispered as she climbed over the doll. She rubbed her sex against the darker base of the two-toned blue cock, her wet lips spread as the toy was squished between them. The eevee cub sighed contently as she rubbed herself against the shaft, grinding her clit against the meaty folds molded into the silicone at its base. Her little hands squeezed as they slid up the toy, over the bulging ring around it’s middle, tracing the thick veins all the way up to the small bloom at the tip. “You like that, Boscoe?” Tahla grinned as she watched thick, milky cream ooze out the tip. She reached over and pushed on the syringe next to her, making more lube pour out of the toy, which she slathered over its length as she straddled the horse, grinding herself along the hard shaft sandwiched between Boscoe and herself.

Tahla slid easily along the silicone shaft, covering the cub’s privates and her horsey friend in their mingled juices. She licked the plush horse’s nose as she leaned over him. Reaching down, she guided the tip of his length to her entrance and pushed herself against him. She hissed as she was stretched by the faux-horse cock, the mushroomed tip distorted as it was squished between her lips. Tahla grabbed the syringe and pushed the plunger further. She gasped as the cool liquid gushed inside her, making her shudder. She rubbed the toy back and forth, smearing the thick cream all over as it oozed out of her.

Tahla gritted her teeth as she held the toy tightly and pushed against it again. She bounced slightly, trying to ease the toy inside. Little stabs of pain shot through her small frame as she was slowly spread open. With each insistent push the mushroom tip opened her a little more. She reached down to rub at the sensitive nub nestled between her lips to counter the pain as she pushed herself harder against the toy. Tears welled in her eyes as the pain grew. Tahla’s fingers flicked over her clit at a furious pace as she strained against the toy, gritting her teeth. She growled in frustration as she grabbed the toy and slid herself off it. She collapsed against Boscoe, his length squished against Tahla’s belly as she sighed and wrapped her arms around him.

“Oh, Boscoe, I’m just not ready for you yet, am I?” Tahla said. She rested a moment, groaning as she reached down to rub at her sore sex. Feeling the twinge of pleasure as she rubbed herself, she slowly began gyrating her hips again. She sat up, holding the toy against her. “You don’t mind this though, do you?” Tahla sighed as she found the perfect spot, rolling her clit over the folds of the horse sheath again and again. She hugged the shaft tight to her belly, closing her eyes as she imagined she was handling the real thing. 

Tahla stroked Boscoe’s length with both hands. He moaned beneath her as pre squirted from his tip. Tahla rubbed at the small hole, squeezing more out as she leaned into him. “You gonna cum for me?” She whispered, stroking and rocking faster. Tahla reached down, grabbing onto Boscoe’s chest. She cried out as the pleasure overwhelmed her and she shuddered against her horsey friend. She held tight to his shaft and cried out his name as she pressed herself into his sheath and bucked against him, her orgasm overwhelming her.

Finally, she sighed and rolled over, laying before her plush friend. She looked at the mess she made and scrunched up her nose. Tahla sat up and massaged her aching legs, then she saw her brother sitting beside her bed. “Telain! What the hell?” she yelled, as she grabbed her pillow and hurled it at him.

He threw up his arm to shield himself, deflecting the pillow. “Sorry, sis, but that was hot!” he said as he stood. Tahla noticed his drooping shaft and the matted fur on his hand, naked save for his tee shirt.

“Oh? I can see you enjoyed the show,“ She said coyly. Tahla climbed off her bed and stalked towards him. She caught him as he retreated through the bathroom, and she pushed him against the counter.

“I didn’t mean to make you mad.” Telain said as he scrambled, trying to climb onto the counter away from her.

Tahla straddled her brothers leg, rubbing herself against his retreating length. “Oh, I’m not mad. Though I do need help with something.”

“Kids! Come help with the groceries!” They heard their dad yell.

Tahla growled. “We’ll have to continue this later,” Tahla said as she kissed her twin, then reluncantly pulled herself away from him. “Tell them I just got into the shower.” With that, she spun around and turned the shower back on, flagging her tail at him as she bent over.