Grab your favorite buttplug from your nightstand.

Usually, you'd take care of your morning wood the simple, tried-and-true way, just your hand and some lube. Today, though, you're in the mood to spice things up a little.

Opening the drawer by your bedside, you rifle through a few odds and ends before finding what you're looking for: a large, heavy buttplug, shiny steel with a light blue faux gemstone set in the circular base. Taking it out along with a bottle of silicone lube, you squirt some of the slippery stuff onto the teardrop-shaped bulb and roll onto your stomach. Glancing over at the mirror, you take a moment to admire another of your best assets. You're a pretty masculine guy overall, but that doesn't mean you can't be proud of your thicc, juicy ass.

Reaching behind you, you press the lubed head of the plug against the soft, puffy ring of your equine asshole. The toy slides in easily, your entrance well accustomed to this routine. As the thick bulb settles in place, your muscles closing around the narrow stem, a delicious feeling of fullness sends tingles up your spine, your tail swishing over your cheeks from the sensation. Your hard cock, sandwiched between your stomach and the mattress, throbs insistently; you feel a drip of precum against your chest.

Pushing yourself upright, you sit on the edge of the bed, feeling your plug press deeper inside you. Facing your reflection in the mirror, you grasp your shaft and begin to stroke. Starting slow, you quickly build up speed; your asshole clenches in time with your strokes, squeezing around the plug and amplifying your pleasure. Not all that concerned with drawing it out, you let the tension build, eagerly approaching your peak. Almost....

CRASH!

Shit! Absorbed in your masturbation, you didn't notice your legs jerking and kicking until you accidentally knocked your nightstand over. Your lamp is on the floor, the shade dented—did the bulb break? Ah well, you can worry about that in a minute. The distraction's set you back a little; trying to let it go, you return to your stroking rhythm....

You hardly have a moment to get back into the zone before you hear footsteps outside your bedroom door. Before you can react, it opens. "Hey, you okay?" a worried voice says.