Hello and welcome one and all! I hope you will enjoy the result of me losing my story posting virginity with Hoenn Like Never Before. It's a play on words, and if you can't figure it out, you probably shouldn't be reading this lol! All jokes aside, hopefully this will be the beginning of a fun and citrusy journey into my version of the Pokemon world.

A couple things to mention. First, this is totally inspired by an awesome work done by PremierWrites over on AO3 titled "I Want To Lay The Very Best!", and if you like this little snippet, you should totally go check out her 400k+ Story! Secondly, and probably most obvious, I own nothing related to Pokemon, GameFreak etc. I only claim the original characters I create. And lastly, this story is written by someone 18+ for people 18+ All characters in the story that are involved in sexual scenes or situations are also 18+. This is more Smut with Plot than anything else. Not saying there isn't a story or plot baked in as well, but I don't shy away from (what I consider) detailed smut scenes. So, if you're not looking for lemony goodness and not of age to enjoy it, then please find something else.

Despite having dreamt of this moment for years, I had woken up with a pit in my stomach. There was something to be said for leaving home for the first, and possibly last, time that made me feel like a kid again. I took a deep breath, eyes wandering around my childhood room. My hand knitted blanket made by my grandmother, the sun faded pinup posters, a bookshelf sloppily packed with the old issues of Pokémon illustrated and school textbooks. I was leaving it all behind.

Tears stung my eyes, and on cue, a pair of warm pink arms wrapped around my shoulders. "Oh, come now Grace, there's no room for tears on a day like this."

I turned around and buried my face into my mom's shoulder, a thick sweetness wafting off the fur like feathers. My mom pulled me deeper into them, the scent relaxing me almost against my will.

"Shh shh, it's all right, it's perfectly normal to feel overwhelmed Gracie. Take a second, breathe."

I nodded, taking slow deep breaths until my eyes didn't sting and the knot in my gut lessened to a manageable extent. "Thanks mom. I didn't mean to…you know, get like this."

"Now don't you worry about it! All that matters is that my little trainer is all ready to head out into the world!"

Once again, I was pulled into an embrace, this time my face pressed into the bountiful breasts of my Aromatisse mom. Despite being only a few inches over five feet, my mother was blessed with breasts that rivaled my head in size. Combined with the overpowering scent she exuded all the time, I flailed as I was slowly suffocated by the sickly-sweet aroma in the feathery cleavage, my struggles weakening until I was limp in my mom's arms.

Aromatisse were able to mix and produce various scents from chemicals in their bodies. They could use this to soothe, drain, or arouse those that smell it. Having an Aromatisse mom gave me some resistance, but being directly exposed to it for so long was enough to break through, slowly fogging my mind into a relaxed mush.

Thankfully, a loud meaty crack and a squeal saw me released and slumped on the ground, fresh air clearing away the fog with every breath I took. My mother stood behind my mom, one hand still gripping her backside from where a stinging spank had been landed. In contrast with my mom, my her was a tall woman, easily clearing six feet. With sun tanned skin and short brown hair, she had a physique that a Machop would be jealous of, one she put to good use with lifting the protesting Aromatisse up onto her shoulder.

"You good kiddo?"

"Y-yeah, I think so. I just need to breathe a bit."

My mother nodded and marched off towards the bedroom. My mom waved wildly from over her wife's shoulder. "Bye honey, have a great journey! Make sure to call me as soon as you can! And remember, stay away from–" Her words were cut off by the thicker than average door swinging closed. Soundproofing and scentprofing had proven to be a necessity, especially when their daily couplings had driven me to furiously masturbate, overcome by the arousing scent.

With cheeks burning at that mortifying memory, I picked myself off the floor and smoothed out my skirt and pulled my thigh highs back up. Complete with a tight, button up black top and my butt-length pink hair pulled into twin tails, I knew I was ready to go and get fucked!

Littleroot town has been my home for the last thirteen years. I could vaguely remember moving as a little kid, and my parents said they were from Kalos originally, but as far as I was concerned, I was a true Hoenn gal. Fortunately for me, Hoenn was also one of the three regions that allowed girls to become trainers at eighteen. Aside from Galar and Unova, every other region had raised the age requirement anywhere from nineteen to twenty-one! Johto was so prudish.

The morning breeze played with my hair as I barely restrained from skipping. My birthday had been on Friday, and my parents made me wait a whole weekend before letting me go get registered. Never mind the fact that the Lab was closed on the weekends.

One of the great things about living in Littleroot was the region's Pokemon Lab was right there in town. While that made the local poke-academy much more challenging, with out-of-towners flocking to get their kids in, it was easily outweighed by being taught by Professor Birch personally.

My cheeks darkened a bit, a vision of the Professor's plump ass squeezed into a tight skirt flashing through my mind. So, I might have a bit of a crush on the professor. It wasn't a big deal, practically everyone did! I couldn't count the number of confessions, both sweet and lewdly direct, Birch had received, and how she turned down each and every one with the same gentle smile.

My parents loved to tease me about my not-so-secret crush every time I stayed afterwards to ask the professor questions or attend her optional Saturday sessions. But I genuinely wanted to learn everything I could before my journey…and maybe try and get the ever-illusive upskirt peek when the professor sat on the desk and crossed her long, shapely legs. But mostly the learning.

The buildings in Littleroot tended to be more traditional in design, but the Lab was a modern, state of the art facility. A massive brick warehouse type building with mirrored windows, the lab stuck out like a sore thumb against the curved and smoothed Littleroot architecture. It had been my schoolhouse as well, and even now I couldn't help but admire it for a moment or two. In front of the automated sliding doors, I took a few deep breaths and was promptly bumped into as the glass doors opened and a solid body knocked me on my ass.

I squeaked as my ass hit the ground, my skirt flipping up enough to flash whoever had just walked into me my favorite red lace panties.

"Red huh? Would have pegged you for a white or pink gal myself."

A husky voice attached to the long, leather wearing legs and chunky heeled boots that stepped between my spread legs told me exactly who was getting an eyeful. I scowled as my eyes traveled up the winding silhouette of Nym Alton. With skin as pale as an unflavored Alcremie contrasting her usual attire of black and purple, Nym was as eye-catching as she was annoying. Me and her just didn't mix, ever since she had given a rather detailed report in class about the best ways to train Fairy-Types, using Aromatisse as an example while staring directly at me.

It was like I had done something to offend her despite never saying a word to her. She was always needling me, trying to get a reaction. From lewd comments made around me to a hand brushing on my ass or hip as she passed by me, she was utterly infuriating. Tack on an actual gift for Pokemon training, and she had been my main rival in academics as well, forcing me to study even harder to keep my top spot.

She leaned over, her black corset top barely managing to keep her tits from popping out and offered me a hand. "Here, sorry for knocking you down."

What's this? An apology from Nym Alton? Maybe she finally decided to grow up. My scowl melts into a small smile and I take her hand. She hauls me up with much more force than was necessary, pulling me against her body. One of her hands wrapped around my waist, hand gripping my ass through my skirt, while her leg forced its way between mine, her thigh pressed tightly against my crotch. Her face loomed over mine; her black painted lips curved in a smoldering smirk.

"Didn't know you would fall for me so easily."

I scowled and pushed away, cheeks pinkening as my crotch had to slide down her leg. "You…can you not? I'm here to register, not entertain you."

"I think you're fully capable of doing both." Her eye dropped into a wink before she sauntered past me. "Fine, have it your way. I'm already done with the professor for now, so enjoy my sloppy seconds."

Cursing my eyes as they followed her swaying hips in her leather pants much longer than they should have, her words caught up with me. Sloppy seconds? Did she mean…Birch did say there was a prize for being one of the top three trainers, but could she actually have meant that?

I bolted, heart hammering in my chest as images of Birch stretched out on a desk, her legs spreading as Nym of all people smirked evilly and dipped between them. No, no, no! She couldn't have beaten me to that, right? It just wouldn't be fair.

I whipped around a corner, counting the doors in my head. The fifth one on the left, my old classroom and where Birch had said to meet her. I threw the door open. "Professor!"

I was prepared to see Birch in mussed up clothing with juices streaming down her thighs. I was prepared to see her still naked and bent over a desk or chair, drooling holes pointed at me in some sick taunt organized by Nym. What I was not prepared to see was an obviously startled Birch sitting fully clothed and put together behind her desk, looking at me like I was a horny Aggron.

My face burned as I slowly closed the door. Why the hell had I believed Nym?

I opened the door about a minute later, my blush subdued, and my hair roughly combed smooth with my fingers. Birch sat at the desk, a bemused smile on her face. "Ah Grace, come in please. So good to see you in such…high spirits this morning." I managed a small smile at the gentle reminder of my unseemly arrival, but quickly sat down.

"Sorry about that professor. I had a run in with Nym that led me to believe that this meeting was somewhat…time sensitive."

"Ah, your rivalry with Nym. It makes me truly happy to see the both of you pushing each other. You'll need people like that in your life if you truly wish to be a great trainer." Birch chuckled and leaned back in her chair slightly.

"Yeah, rivals," I weakly laugh while silently seething. Nym would pay for this. I'd take my pound of flesh out of that leather-clad ass one way or another.

"Well, why don't you sit, and we can get started."

I sit down in the chair and try to look at Birch without blushing, or obviously checking her out. She was wearing a cream-colored sweater that hugged her not overly large but still a handful breasts, her hair like a chocolate waterfall down her back.

"So, Grace, you've been a student of mine for quite some time. High grades, excellent attendance, and your practical's have shown tremendous growth. All in all, I would say completely deserving of the top spot this year! Congratulations!"

Now I really was trying not to blush.

"T-thank you very much!"

She leaned forward a bit, which pressed her breasts distractingly against the surface of the desk. I fought my instinct to lean forward and catch a closer look.

"So, as one of the three top students, you'll be receiving a little care package from me. I'll give you 5 Pokeballs instead of 3, as well as a Potion and a Full Heal. I also threw in something extra to help on the long routes." She piled each item onto the table, with the last one being a box wrapped in brown paper.

I grabbed each and sorted them into my Devon backpack, the internal expanded space easily accepting each item added. An additional few Pokeballs were an amazing gift, but the real prize was the Full Heal. Given how the Pokemon Relocation Act had brought plenty of Pokemon from other regions to Hoenn, there was a greater variety of status conditions to be found, especially in Petalburg woods. To have a cure-all like a Full Heal could be the difference between victory and an extended vacation as a den slut.

"Thank you so much Professor, I swear your gifts, and your encouragement, will not go to waste."

"I have all the confidence that they will not. Now, here is your League standard Pokedex. You can take the device or have it installed as an app on your preferred Poketech device."

I wordlessly held up my Rotom Phone, and the professor touched a small memory card to the back. The eyes lit up and, with a spark of electricity, the card was absorbed into the phone. On my home screen, the small Pokedex icon appeared.

"Wonderful! Well, I believe that's all I have for you at this moment. Oh, let's also exchange numbers as well, just in case you need to contact me or vice versa."

Did I die and ascend to heaven? Wordlessly, with a blush I couldn't quite suppress, I extended my phone, the professor doing the same. A small chime later, and just like that, I had her number saved to my phone, my cheeky Rotom already adding several trailing hearts emoji after her contact's name.

"Good luck Grace, I'll be watching your career closely."

Was it just my imagination, or was there some sort of tone there that sent shivers straight to my pussy? No, I must have been projecting.

I give her one last smile and a wave and I'm off. With the lab done, all that was left for me was to officially capture my starter!

Acquiring a starter was a sacred thing. In the times before the Shift, trainers would receive their starters from the Professor of the region, their local gym leader, or really any registered trainer. But now, starters weren't something that could just be given. The trainer had to prove themselves worthy of their desired partner. They had to earn the chance, not be provided it. And there was (typically) only one way to earn it: sex.

It sounded simple in theory. Find a pokemon, have sex, initiate the bond, and seal it with a Pokeball. Just four steps. Easy.

Finding the Pokemon wasn't an issue. Pokemon were everywhere, and were attracted to humans just as much as humans were to them. Sure, they had their preferences, but it was a rare few pokemon who would turn down a romp with a willing human. Having sex was simultaneously the easiest and the hardest step.

Again, the vast majority of Pokemon wouldn't turn down the chance for sex. Those that did were either incredibly picky, incredibly strong, or in some sort of condition or situation that prevented them from doing so. Initiating sex wasn't the issue, controlling it was.

As a trainer, I was supposed to walk the fine line between pleasure and control. Pokemon had overwhelming amounts of aura, which fueled their abilities while also feeding into their instincts and personalities, depending on the elemental type. Humans, while having less aura, were also conduits of pure or neutral aura. At the cost of not being able to perform moves or abilities like Pokemon, humans are able to filter or dilute the rampant aura that runs through Pokemon to a more manageable level in a phenomenon known as the Bond.

The Bond was a binding of aura, connecting my very life essence to Pokemon, and the most reliable way to bring it about is sex. Connecting on both a physical and sensual level heightens the chance for a bond to form. It's an instinctual thing, with very few trainers able to actually direct its formation. Typically, a trainer will feel it arise at some point during their encounter, and if they have the presence of mind and strength of heart, they can "push" their aura forward and touch the Pokemon's.

This, of course, relied on the trainer not turning into a brain-dead whore the second she was impaled on a throbbing pokecock. I really hope I didn't end up being one of those trainers. Pillow trainers are what they were called, trainers who couldn't manage their teams and ended up face down in a pillow for their careers rather than actually accomplishing much. Though there were a few who got rather lucky with their Pokemon and had risen in the ranks. Last I heard, Whitney from Johto had even gotten a Gym Leader position.

I shook my head, patting my cheeks sharply. This was no time to get stuck in my head. I needed to focus. I will find my starter, and I will manage a Bond. There was nothing to worry about.

The unnamed woods around Littleroot would serve my purpose well. They weren't too thick, and most of the exceptionally strong Pokemon would remain away from human settlements, using the distance as a preliminary "test" for a trainer's worthiness. Though that isn't to say that they always stay away. There had been a rumor for a while about a monstrously powerful Breloom that had hung around Petalburg woods for months, ruining trainer after trainer until a coordinated effort by the Rangers relocated her.

I was briefly tempted to hike to the small coast behind Littleroot, but aside from throwing myself into the water or finding one on the beach, I had no way of wrangling a Water-type. No, I would have a better shot finding a Pokemon in the woods.

There were plenty of trails worn through the trees, remnants of foot traffic that managed to make a mark in the otherwise untouched forest. Brambles and hooked branches snagged at my clothing, but my outfit held despite its flimsy appearance. They were trainer clothes after all, special fabric designed to handle the rigors of travel while still looking fashionable and being incredibly stain resistant for obvious reasons.

I half expected to run into someone from class as I wandered through the woods. We had all just graduated, so they should also be out and about looking for their starters. But after thirty minutes of looking around, I hadn't found anything or anyone.

It just didn't make sense; Pokemon should be around here. While stronger Pokemon tended to avoid human settlements, weaker ones flocked to them, if not to find a trainer, then to at least get some pussy. And yet, the forest seemed devoid of life, human or Pokemon. Maybe I underestimated how close "close" actually was.

Hours passed, one quickly becoming two, but just shy of the three-hour mark, as I stumbled to a stop on a conveniently sized rock, I heard a sound. It was hard to describe, it was sort of wet thudding that seemed almost rhythmical. It could be footsteps, and no human would sound like that!

Reenergized by my discovery, I downed another small swig of my water, popping in a breath freshener (needed to make a good impression after all), and set out at a brisk pace. As I walked closer to the sound, it grew louder and louder and was joined by something else. A voice maybe? It was kind of hard to make out any words.

The sound was starting to sound familiar. A wet slap, grunting, panting…wait, those were the sounds I heard from my parent's rooms when they–

My feet couldn't stop fast enough and carried me into a small clearing, its previous occupants paying me no mind.

I recognized one of them. Cindy, a girl from my class. Quiet, shy, she had always dressed in hoodies or jackets regardless of the weather, and I had only heard her speak a few times.

"FUuuuuuuuucckkkk! P-pleaseeee~ I can't! I can't take it anymore! Oouuhhhhhh!"

Cindy was no longer quiet. She was planted on her hands and knees, her customary hoodie in pieces beside her, baring her pale body to the world. Tits about the size of ripe Oran berries bounced wildly underneath her, her now beet red ass wetly clapping against the hips of the Pokemon behind her. Her back was arched to a degree that seemed almost painful, her black hair tightly held as makeshift reins, which gave me the perfect view of her eyes rolling back into her head, tears and mascara streaming down her face as she orgasmed. A violent tremor shook her body, her words melting into a keening, wordless wail. Her hair was released, her head slumping into the grass as the Pokemon jerked her cock out, juices spraying out from Cindy's pussy onto the forest floor.

The Pokemon that had just sent Cindy into a seizing orgasm scoffed and prodded Cindy's still raised ass with a three-toed foot. "Really, that's it? Five orgasms and you're done? What a joke."

Taking a closer look, it was easy to identify the Pokemon as a Mankey, and she was, in a word, hot! Her eyes were larger, with long lashes that soften the scowling slant of her red eyes. Her nose was small and button-like, and her lips were full and pink. She had an athletic build with a slender waist and wide hips, cream colored fur covering her arms, legs, and a tail lazily swaying behind her. Her torso was smooth tanned skin, showing off glistening tanned abs and a pair of tits around the same size as Cindy. Her legs were long, with well-defined thighs that tapered into smaller, clawed feet. And, jutting proudly from her crotch, was a pussy shined cock.

Tanned like her torso, it glistened in the light filtering through the leaves, Cindy's juices running down the underside towards her furry thighs. The head was swollen and purple, the shaft thicker than two of my fingers together and about twice as long. I felt a warmth take light in my gut and begin to trickle down.

Of course, since Mankey wasn't distracted by poor Cindy anymore, she noticed my staring, nearly drooling self soon after. A mischievous glint lights up her gaze, and her lips curl into a predatory smirk. Slowly, she straightens up, her silhouette both graceful and imposing, her hips swaying as she takes a few deliberate steps closer, letting my head follow her cock as it bounced off her thighs. She stopped a few paces in front of me, her burning red eyes slowly traced down my body, to the point I was half convinced she was like a Luxray and could see right through my clothes.

"Well, look what we have here," she growls, her rough tone teasing but with an underlying edge. She circles me slowly, her tail brushing against my leg. I stood still, my pale cheeks flooding with so much blood I almost felt dizzy. Mankey seems to like my reaction, because she steps closer, her tail running up higher on my thigh this time, the tip slipping up under my skirt. She was behind me, I could feel the heat radiating off her body as her breath washed over the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"You seem tense," she rasped out. "Don't tell me you're nervous? Or… maybe you're just excited." Her hand grasped my hips over my skirt, the sudden contact earning a startled gasp from me. Her fingers tighten on my curves, the tail tip now brushing slowly against my inner thighs. My shirt felt too tight, my breathing picking up the pace as she pressed herself against my back, her bare cock resting against my ass, separated only by my skirt and my panties. I could feel her hard nipples scrape against me, her hands slowly sliding from my hips to my waist, and then up each one of my ribs. She rolled her hips, her cock grinding against my ass just as her hands reached my breasts, grabbing them in a tight grip that had me rocking my ass back against her.

"Your little friend there got me worked up, but she left me all pent up." Mankey rocked her hips with every other word, her cock pulling my skirt up until it was bunched up at my waist, and I could feel her hot throbbing cock against my bare skin, my flimsy panties the only barrier. "I'm not in the mood to wait, so I'll only ask you this once; are you going to be a good little fuckhole for me… or am I gonna have to break you in?"

Well, there was only one answer to that, wasn't there?

I started with my shirt, shaking fingers undoing the buttons as fast as I could, Mankey's hands never ceasing their groping hold on my breasts. She got impatient after I fumbled with the last few buttons and simply pulled, popping the remaining buttons off. She divested me of my shirt in a smooth motion, leaving me in just my matching lacy bra, the cups barely holding onto my tits. While I had inherited my mom's height, leaving me a few inches above five feet, I had also inherited her bust size, leading me to have one of the largest chests in Littleroot.

From the groan I more felt than heard, and how quickly the Mankey's hands returned to my now bared cleavage, I would say she was a fan. Her fingers sank into my tits, my hard nipples peaked through the thin material and scraped against her palms. "Legends girl, these tits are massive! How the hell did a shortie like you grow these?"

"I could ask the same question. You're shorter than me and you have a cock this big." I ground my hips back again, my ass cheeks mashing against the underside of her cock until a glob of precum stained my panties.

I was feeling pretty good about the ragged groan I earned from her mouth, until I somehow ended up on the ground, my legs spread open by Mankey's arms, giving her an unobstructed view of my soaked panties. Her red eyes were dangerously sharp, pinning me under her gaze. "Humans like you always talk a big game" She gripped the base of her cock and slapped it down on my pussy with each word. My back arched off the ground, sparks of pleasure dancing along my spine.

She shifted my legs up and over her shoulders, leaving her hands free. One continued to grip the base of her shaft, the other ripped my panties off in a single, aggressive yank. I should have been irritated at my favorite panties' destructive end; they weren't cheap after all. But all I could think about was how hot it had been to have my panties literally torn off of me.

Now with my pussy bare, perhaps Mankey would take a moment to observe my sodden cunt. Maybe she would admire how my pale lower lips, plumped with arousal, parted slightly to frame the delicate pink folds that beckoned to her. Maybe she would catch a waft of its deliciously arousing scent, a perk I inherited from my Aromatisse mom.

SQUELLCHH

Oh…she just shoved it in.

For a moment, my mind was quiet, my body numb, like I couldn't comprehend what just happened. This wasn't how I thought I would lose my virginity. The gentle, rose-colored dream I had was shattered by the tanned brutish cock of Mankey, just like my virgin lips.

Such thoughts were quickly driven away by the intense sensation that roared to life inside of me. Energy raced through my veins, my body simultaneously tensed and relaxed. My entire sense of being was thrown into turmoil, all stirred up by the cock inside of me. It was just a bit, probably no more than the head, but I could swear I felt it in my stomach.

Mankey barely let my pussy clench on her cock before pulling out and ramming in again and again. Each time felt like the first time all over again, a sudden shock of intensity, neither pain nor pleasure indistinguishable from the other, as Mankey claimed more and more of my pussy.

It was a challenge for her. Despite the thundering thrusts and the effort-filled grunts, my cunt was unused and oh so tight, my height making it even more so. Though I was soaked down to my thighs, my clenching walls fought her for every centimeter she took. And she loved it.

"Fuck! You! Are! So! Tight!" The Mankey growled low in her chest, ending with an appreciative sigh as she finally sunk another inch inside of me. I gasped, the extra inch punching the breath from my lungs. My well-kept nails dug into the grass and dirt searching for something real to ground myself on, lest I lose my head to the pleasure.

That's right, I had to keep a cool head. I could enjoy this, but I needed to be ready to–

–The Mankey shrugged my legs off its shoulder, spreading them wide. Sticky strands of my arousal broke between my spread thighs, my toes pointed to the sky, and Mankey resumed her pounding. Immediately, the change in angle had her fat head scraping along the front of my pussy, and I came undone.

My first true moan ripped from my lips, my backs popping my spasming hips into the air, my legs shaking in the stable grasp of Mankey. And my pussy, my delicate and defiled flower, burst in an eruption of juices, coating cock and hips of the Mankey, the rest showering onto the grass.

The force of my orgasm had my pussy rippling, all but forcing the Mankey's cock out to the very tip. The Mankey seemed almost stunned for a moment, before her small red eyes narrowed in a cocky grin. "You know, at first I thought you were a prim and proper type, but now I see. You like it, don't you? Being treated all rough and hard like this? I was taking it easy on you, but now I see I don't have to."

Taking it easy? What did she mean?

Mankey paused, her body going completely still, and then…something about her changed. Her eyes grew even more intense, more focused. She let out a breath that almost seemed to steam in the air. Her hands tightened on my legs, she reared back and thrust.

And it went in deep.

Comparing her other thrusts to this one was like night and day…or maybe more like day and night, because she made me see stars. Colors burst across my eyes as her cock sank into my cunt and kept going, easily sinking another few inches in before finally coming to a halt, more than halfway buried into my pussy.

I could feel my insides trembling, gripping her cock like they wanted to push her out and draw her in deeper at the same time.

This was too much.

I was going to end up like Cindy. Used and violated, left in the forest without a Pokemon to show for it. I knew this happened a lot, that failing to catch a Pokemon was a common occurrence, but dammit if I hadn't thought I was better than that. All the time I had spent studying, training, keeping my body and mind in perfect condition, only to fumble on the first step?

No. No, I had to think. Even with my heart fluttering and my brain melting, I had to think of something. Anything. Think!

A slightly coarse sensation fluttered against one of my bouncing feet. Mankey's tail bobbed in the air near it, occasionally brushing against my toes. Her tail…that's it!

Having a plan, however unconventional and stupid as it sounded, gave me the presence of mind to at least resist the next few thrusts that cut into me deeper and deeper. Wait…not yet…don't give in…hold out a little longer…One particularly deep thrust hit that same spot in my pussy, and almost had me sunk back into the depths of lustful pleasures. But I barely managed to keep my head above water and found my chance. Her tail, long and slightly curled at the end, brushed along my foot, and I caught her tail between my big and second toe.

Curling my toes, I secured my grip, and the Mankey slackened. Mankey tails were incredibly dense with nerve endings, which it used to keep their balance and to allow them their remarkable feats of acrobatics. On the other hand, any sense of touch to the tail is incredibly pleasurable and, as a bonus, throws off their balance.

Seeing how those red eyes, previously so intimidating and focused, glazed over and widened, I knew this was probably my only chance. I pulled my legs free from her grasp and used them to push her back, sending her onto her back. The tail slipped out from the tentative grasp my toes had on it, but I pushed my newly fucked body up enough to catch it with my hand. With my grip now more secure, I slowly stroked it, delighting in how her cock visibly throbbed and a weak, girlish groan escaped her lips.

It took some work, particularly with how sore I was, but I managed to position myself on top of her, straddling her stomach, her cock resting between my ass cheeks.

"D-don't get any ideas human. I had you gushing on my cock just a minute ago. Don't think this means anything!" The Mankey had a fiery blush on her cheeks as she panted and wriggled underneath me, spreading the juices of my pussy on her hairless abs. Another squeeze of her tail cut off her words with a surprisingly high-pitched moan, and I raised myself up until I could feel her cock head brushing against my pussy.

"I think it means I'm on top now." And I sunk down, taking her cock into me once more. We moaned in unison, my heated walls once again parting around her cock. At least this time I could control the pace.

I bounced and rocked my hips slowly, taking in everything I could. How Mankey seemed to like when I teased the tip of her cock at the same time as stroking her tail, how she bit her bottom lip when I suddenly sunk down on her cock, and the squeak when I pulled up just as quick.

I quickly found a rhythm, and a new goal. I wasn't even thinking of capturing her anymore or proving myself. Here and now, I was finally in control, finally fucking freely, and it felt so good. But Mankey still hadn't cum, and I could feel the need for another orgasm slowly begin to bubble within me.

She had already fucked Cindy, there was no way I was letting her get through me as well without at least one orgasm.

So, I rode her. I rode her hard. I split my cunt open over and over on her cock, my lips gripping her shaft like a vice. Again and again, slamming myself down, forcing her cock into me in a parody of how she did earlier. Cum, cum, come on, cum! Over and over, the thought repeated in my mind. I flexed and bounced my hips like someone possessed, fully fixated on that single goal.

Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum!

Her hands snapped out, gripping my hips, a smirk somehow holding on through the moans. "I'm at least taking you with me!" Her tail wasn't in my hands! That was the last conscious thought I had before she arched her back, slamming her full cock into my pussy just as I was throwing myself down onto it. Stars once again burst into sight and, as my pussy spasmed in a second orgasm on her cock, my vision slowly went dark.