Izzy

“It’s only 3 more weeks” You keep telling yourself. After around 3 months of having broken arm – and a dominant one a that – you are finally closer to recovery. Luckily, you had someone who have taken care of you during that time – Izzy, your girlfriend who is – conveniently enough – a nurse. She have taken care of you during all this time, miraculously having enough energy to do that daily, after her seven-hour shift in health center. With all her care tho, one thing bothers you the most – with your dominant hand out of use, pleasuring yourself is not an option. You tried to do that with your offhand, but it didn’t felt right. And after seeing Izzy taking care of you for all day, after finishing her shift at work, you had no heart to ask her to give you a relief, assuming that she’ll have no energy for that either way.

So you now lay in the living room, watching TV with your broken arm comfortably laying on the soft cushions as you hear the door opening. You hear the sound of hooves tapping a the floor, before you see Izzy entering the room with a smile at her face. “Honeeey, your dear lamb is homeee!” she says with soothing and happy voice as he leans towards your face, kissing your forehead affectionately. “How are you doing, my dear warrior in plaster gauntlet?” she asks playfully