>Circles.
>That's what everyone said. Keep drawing the fucking circles.
>You've drawn hundreds, no thousands, maybe even millions of these damned shapes.
>Your hand ached from the months of practice, and it didn't matter. Everything is worth this.
>All for this moment
>Your stylus touches the board,
>A large circle. Almost perfect.
>It's a great start. You then make an arc.
>Yes, the guidelines. Everything must be in proportion. This has to look good, you can't risk hurting her image.
>A couple more circles. A couple more strokes.
>The basic shape was complete. You're amazed at your progression. Even such complex poses like this one could now be done to perfection.
>But you couldn't celebrate yet. Oh no you couldn't.
>You couldn't rest until her magnificent form os reflected across your monitor.
>More strokes. It was almost automatic now. You laid the basic sketches for the unicorn. Her legs splayed open on her little bed.
>All this time you've only been able to feel her in your dreams. The tender moments but a fleeting daydream.
>You've worked hard just to bring those loving moments, those feelings of pure ecstacy into SOMETHING. Something that existed, even if only in a .jpeg.
>The pen squeaks as you vigorously mash it against the board. You've added in her mane, her horn, and of course, those sultry looking eyes. This was almost too tempting.
>You just had to ink the outlines.
>Zooming in, you carefully trace the outlines of the sketch. Getting a closer look at her beautiful face.
>The cursor followed gently across her curvaceous body, and then downwards
>You close in, gently marking in the slit between her labia. Her innocent little cooch. You could almost taste it.
>It was too much to bare.
>Without you noticing, one of your hands slips into your sweat-stained pants.
>Were you really this weak? You had to finish the drawing, but to see her just...lying there, inviting you...
>You couldn't do it.
>The hand grasped your shaft and began to move it.
>Up, and down.
>Each oscillation sending pleasure along your thighs
>Up, and down.
>The frequency increases. You had to finish this fast. You wanted to, no, you just HAD to complete the picture. It was your offering. A token of your love.
>Faster. You gripped it tighter, and moved it even more rigorously than before. You were close, so close.
>Release.
>It covered the insides of your underwear. And the sticky substance oozed off your right hand.
>You sigh, taking off the undergarments and waddling to the sink.
>You'd have to finish it tomorrow.