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It's 3 a.m., and I Want You	By : PersephoneZekk Category: +G through L > Littlest Pet Shop Views: 2701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Possibly out of character, masturbation, references of bestiality, Incest; I clearly do not own Littlest Pet Shop, nor the characters from it. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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When Blythe wasn't busy with her several endeavors, she was thinking of Russell. She lost sleep over dreamy thoughts of his yellow green eyes contrasting with his orange fur and brown spikes on his back. She loved how his mouth would curl in a smile when he had a plan and that white pearly snaggle tooth that hung from his mouth. She wanted to kiss him one day. She came close a few times, but she never had the courage to go through with it. Normally, she was a confident young woman, but around Russell, she froze. She became somewhat shy and weak in the knees when he is near her.

She has written poetry in her diary solely devoted to Russell. No one had ever laid eyes on it. She started writing it when she was 14, but the frequency of her writing increased each year. In fact, we find her in her room one lonely Friday night. It was 3 a.m. Her long brown hair was down, and she was wearing nothing but a dark purple satin robe that was open. Her small dark nipples were erect and wanting as her B-cup breasts were exposed to the elements. She sat Indian-style on her bed as she had the diary atop her throbbing, wet, bald mound. To be honest, she was extremely horny and desirous of hedgehog dick inside of her. She was writing furiously to release her mind before she could release herself all over the sheets. As she wrote, her clitoris got even bigger and bigger. Her skin was shivering with excitement over the thought of having Russell's furry body on top of her as he would thrust himself inside of her. She hoped that if Russell would in the slim chance walk in on her like this, he would become instantly hard and jump her.

She was writing this poem that night.
Strange Love, Musing at 3 a.m.
A Secret Erotic Poem by B.B

My Love,
I have written countless times of you,
Sweet poems of me picking flowers for your bed,
My odes of hearing you huff and puff and click and grunt,
My desires to forever rub your tummy
How enjoyable I find burying my nose in your fur
Our walks in the park with the others,
Or better yet when we're alone
I imagine myself kissing you under the moonlight

But this time I'm wet with anticipation
I ache for your penis inside of me
Please, my breasts are swelling,
Aching to make milk for our young
I'm so fertile,
Please fuck me,
I can't take it anymore
My loins are so sweet and wet
Puffy lips ready to receive you
They would never let you go,
And I would not want to either
I want to scratch your little butt
As you hump me senseless

I don't care if I'm a human
And you're a hedgehog
I want to fuck you until your balls are empty
I want to fuck you until I'm full of your seed
I want to be full and pregnant with your baby
I'm so horny I can't stand it anymore
Do what you want to me,
I'm yours!
I'm yours forever

When she finished writing her poem, she closed the diary and locked it. She put it aside before lying on her back and spreading her legs really wide. She inserted her right index finger inside of herself and instantly gasped. She pumped it in and out of herself repeatedly before she moaned so loud. She felt her boobs up with her left hand while thrusting in and out of herself. She imagined Russell working his pecker in and out of her as he continued to pound her G-spot with her finger.

All of a sudden, a knock from the door.

"Oh shit!" Blythe thought. "I'm probably in so much trouble right now." "H-h-hold on," she said as she stopped and covered herself up in her robe at lightning speed.
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