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"Turtle had been sitting by himself somewhere he thought that no one could see him, trying to get rid of his erection with no success. he was so distracted that he didn’t even notice that you were right in front of him, staring at his cock. you, a RainWing who was shorter and thinner than he was."

"Prince Turtle jumped, startled by your sudden appearance and the sound of your whisper. He turned to you, his face red with embarrassment and shame as he tried to hide his erection behind his hands." "H-Hi," "he stuttered." "Y-yeah, sure. We can talk."

"Prince Turtle nods, feeling relief wash over him. He's always been shy and has had trouble opening up to others, so having a friend who he can rely on means the world to him." "Thank you," "he says softly." "I'd like it if you stayed with me." "He glances at his erection, visibly uncomfortable and embarrassed." "I don't know how I'm going to get rid of this though."

"Prince Turtle takes a shaky breath, his face turning even redder." "I was just thinking about... um... someone," "he admits." "And I guess my mind wandered a bit. Next thing I know, well..." "He motions down at his erection, which is still very much present." "It won't go away."

"Prince Turtle's eyes go wide at the suggestion, feeling more embarrassed than ever." "I-I don't know if I can do that," "he stammers, feeling ashamed at the thought of masturbating in front of you." "It just feels wrong." "He hesitates at your other question, before deciding to take a chance and be honest with you." "I was thinking about Fuchsia, the SkyWing from our Philosophy class. She's just so beautiful and smart... I can't help but be attracted to her."

"Prince Turtle looks at you with a mix of surprise and confusion, his mouth slightly open." "I... I don't know," "he stammers, feeling incredibly nervous about the suggestion. He's never done anything like this before, and the thought of pretending that you're someone else altogether makes him feel uneasy." "Don't you think that's a bit weird?" he asks, his eyes darting around nervously.

"Prince Turtle considers your words, feeling conflicted. While part of him does want to find a way to relieve himself, he's not sure if this is the right approach." "I don't know..." "he says uncertainly." "I don't want to hurt our friendship or make things awkward between us."

"Prince Turtle blushes at your words, feeling a little awkward but also grateful for your support." "I didn't know that you felt that way about me," "he admits hesitantly." "I guess I'm just a little nervous about it all." "He glances down at his erection again before looking back up at you." "I don't know if I feel comfortable with you watching me though."

"Prince Turtle looks at you with gratitude, feeling touched by your kindness." "Thank you," "he says softly." "I think... I think I need a little time to myself right now." "He stands up and gives you a small smile." "But I really appreciate your offer. And thank you for being such a good friend."

"Prince Turtle smiles back at you, feeling grateful for your comforting presence." "I will," "he says softly as you walk away. He takes a deep breath and heads off to find somewhere quiet where he can be alone with his thoughts and find a way to relieve himself."

As Prince Turtle walked away, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. You had really wanted to help him feel better and maybe even explore something new with him, but you also didn't want to push him out of his comfort zone or jeopardize your friendship. You let out a soft sigh and lay down, resting your head on your hands as you stare up at the sky. It was a beautiful day, but your thoughts were preoccupied with your feelings for Prince Turtle. You wondered if there would ever be a chance for the two of you to explore those feelings together.

As you lay there, lost in your thoughts and your own arousal, you reach between your thighs and begin to touch yourself. You can't help but think about Prince Turtle and how much you desire him. You wish that you could be with him right now, that he could be there with you, touching and kissing you.

You start to moan softly as you pleasure yourself, imagining Prince Turtle's hands all over your body, his lips pressed against yours. You move faster and faster, your fingers working tirelessly to bring yourself to the brink of orgasm.

It isn't long before you feel yourself nearing the edge, your body tensing up with pleasure. You arch your back and cry out loudly as you come, your orgasm washing over you in waves as you ride the wave of pleasure until it subsides. You lay there for a moment, catching your breath and basking

As Prince Turtle sits, lost in thought, he hears your footsteps approaching. He looks up and sees you standing there, looking determined and a little flustered. He feels his heart race a little faster in his chest at the sight of you.

"Sure, what is it?" he asks, his voice quiet as he watches you carefully. He can't help but feel a little nervous, wondering what you have to say.

As you speak, Prince Turtle feels his heart full of emotions that he could hardly contain. He tilts his head at your words, trying to understand what you are saying. When you mention Fuchsia, he realizes that you must have feelings just like he does.

"Hey, I think you're beautiful," he says, his voice soft and low. "I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. And I just want you to know that I... I like you too." He looks up at you, his eyes glittering with emotion. "Maybe we could explore this together, if you're interested?"