Naughty present for Thal
Originally I just posted this to FA but since I labeled it Mature and, last I knew, Thal didnt have a FA account so couldnt see it I am posting it here too.
Well, since I am broke but wanted to do something for Thal, I have decided to write two poems/stories....one naughty and one nice. I had hoped to have them both done for Yule but with my daughter's surgery and such my mind hasnt been feeling the muse. Anyways this is the naughty one, though not quite as naughty as originally planned --- sorry but it's about 3 AM, cant sleep, and poetry just isnt my thing.
On a side note I noticed when I write "realistically" I keep our genders intact (me as my birth gender of female, Thal as his birth gender of male) and our fursonas true to our own thoughts....yet when I write "fantasy" I switch genders and change his fursona of a black dragon to that of a white dragoness. Not sure why and I hope he isnt insulted.....just the way I write.
Anyways enjoy and Happy Yule.
**A little tail on Christmas
or A visit from Aphrodite**
Twas the night of Yule and all through the lair
Not a soul was around, I thought no one was there.
I sat slumped in my chair, ready to hit the sack
Too many presents had I opened and too much food I had snacked.
I was feeling slightly hung over from all the egg nog.
My vision was blurry as if in a fog.
My family had long since all gone home
So I gave a big yawn and to my bedroom I roam.
When above my head in my nest I heard such a crash
That it made my heart jump and up the stairs I did dash.
Avoiding all the presents that I had strewn all about
was an impossible feat and I fell on my snout.
At the top of the stairs stood a most luscious lass
Covered in white scales from her muzzle to ass.
When I finally recovered my senses I could still only stare
After all what would you do when met with a dragoness so fair.
Finally I stood and I tried to sound rude
But her splendid form put me in a most randy mood.
While my furry tail did wag I still puffed out my chest
Swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to scare her my best.
"How dare you bust in, How dare you intrude!
Why must you stand on the top of my stairs in the nude?
Get out of here now or I will call the P.D!"
Yet she didnt move and only looked at me.
As if she hadnt noticed or even slightly understood
she came down the stairs and dragged her claws along my dragonhood.
Then with a twinkle in her eyes she retired to my nest.
My eyes are wide opened, I no longer need to rest.
The next thing I know she is in my room kicking this and that
Throwing aside old pizza boxes, dirty clothes, a drink that did splat.
Then she slowly and sensually sprawled across my bed
While I could only try and rid myself of the dirty thoughts in my head.
She wore not a stitch of fabric, not a piece of cloth
Only had a rose that she held in her mouth.
I began to hunger again as she licked her lips
And I wanted to taste her from nose to tail to ear tips.
Her eyes how they sparkled with thoughts of mischief so merry
She lay on top of my sheets like an ice cream's cherry.
Her muzzle I wanted to kiss and her body I wanted to caress
What the hell, might as well go for it, so I quickly undress.
She licked my neck and nibbled with her teeth
And I wrapped my tail around her body like a wreath.
Her long sharp claws ran the length of my belly
Causing me to giggle and shake like a big glob of jelly.
It was passionate and mind blowing, she did everything right
I will never forget her or that wonderful night.
She knew how to please me as we made love in that bed
The dragoness was like all the fantasies I had in my head.
Her touch was mesmerizing as she teased and played
I tried to keep up as in that bed we both laid.
Somewhere music could be heard though I know not where
Truth is I didnt care as we moved togethor and this time we did share.
All good things must come to end, this I did dread
Yet as the sun rose she still was there in my bed.
I glanced over, gave her a kiss, and then a big snuggle
My perfect gift idea is to have a dwaggin to huggle.
((Credit must be given to the writer of th poem from which this is spoofed...Clement Clarke Moore, originally written in 1822, under the title "Twas the night before Christmas" or "A visit from St.Nicholas.)
Well, since I am broke but wanted to do something for Thal, I have decided to write two poems/stories....one naughty and one nice. I had hoped to have them both done for Yule but with my daughter's surgery and such my mind hasnt been feeling the muse. Anyways this is the naughty one, though not quite as naughty as originally planned --- sorry but it's about 3 AM, cant sleep, and poetry just isnt my thing.
On a side note I noticed when I write "realistically" I keep our genders intact (me as my birth gender of female, Thal as his birth gender of male) and our fursonas true to our own thoughts....yet when I write "fantasy" I switch genders and change his fursona of a black dragon to that of a white dragoness. Not sure why and I hope he isnt insulted.....just the way I write.
Anyways enjoy and Happy Yule.
**A little tail on Christmas
or A visit from Aphrodite**
Twas the night of Yule and all through the lair
Not a soul was around, I thought no one was there.
I sat slumped in my chair, ready to hit the sack
Too many presents had I opened and too much food I had snacked.
I was feeling slightly hung over from all the egg nog.
My vision was blurry as if in a fog.
My family had long since all gone home
So I gave a big yawn and to my bedroom I roam.
When above my head in my nest I heard such a crash
That it made my heart jump and up the stairs I did dash.
Avoiding all the presents that I had strewn all about
was an impossible feat and I fell on my snout.
At the top of the stairs stood a most luscious lass
Covered in white scales from her muzzle to ass.
When I finally recovered my senses I could still only stare
After all what would you do when met with a dragoness so fair.
Finally I stood and I tried to sound rude
But her splendid form put me in a most randy mood.
While my furry tail did wag I still puffed out my chest
Swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to scare her my best.
"How dare you bust in, How dare you intrude!
Why must you stand on the top of my stairs in the nude?
Get out of here now or I will call the P.D!"
Yet she didnt move and only looked at me.
As if she hadnt noticed or even slightly understood
she came down the stairs and dragged her claws along my dragonhood.
Then with a twinkle in her eyes she retired to my nest.
My eyes are wide opened, I no longer need to rest.
The next thing I know she is in my room kicking this and that
Throwing aside old pizza boxes, dirty clothes, a drink that did splat.
Then she slowly and sensually sprawled across my bed
While I could only try and rid myself of the dirty thoughts in my head.
She wore not a stitch of fabric, not a piece of cloth
Only had a rose that she held in her mouth.
I began to hunger again as she licked her lips
And I wanted to taste her from nose to tail to ear tips.
Her eyes how they sparkled with thoughts of mischief so merry
She lay on top of my sheets like an ice cream's cherry.
Her muzzle I wanted to kiss and her body I wanted to caress
What the hell, might as well go for it, so I quickly undress.
She licked my neck and nibbled with her teeth
And I wrapped my tail around her body like a wreath.
Her long sharp claws ran the length of my belly
Causing me to giggle and shake like a big glob of jelly.
It was passionate and mind blowing, she did everything right
I will never forget her or that wonderful night.
She knew how to please me as we made love in that bed
The dragoness was like all the fantasies I had in my head.
Her touch was mesmerizing as she teased and played
I tried to keep up as in that bed we both laid.
Somewhere music could be heard though I know not where
Truth is I didnt care as we moved togethor and this time we did share.
All good things must come to end, this I did dread
Yet as the sun rose she still was there in my bed.
I glanced over, gave her a kiss, and then a big snuggle
My perfect gift idea is to have a dwaggin to huggle.
((Credit must be given to the writer of th poem from which this is spoofed...Clement Clarke Moore, originally written in 1822, under the title "Twas the night before Christmas" or "A visit from St.Nicholas.)