Examine your new pussy…

Your heart is pounding hard in your smaller, lighter chest. The forest air brushes your bare sapphire-red skin, the tiny breeze teasing the sensitive tips of your nipples and the smooth, hairless mound between your thighs. Your spade-tipped tail twitches behind you, curling and uncurling like it has a mind of its own.

You stare intently at your pussy, curious and nervous. You’ve never seen one from this perspective. Not between your legs! You feel ashamed and uncertain.

Your clawed fingers tremble as they drift downward, hesitantly brushing over the gentle curve of your lower belly, then lower still. As your fingertips graze the soft, plump folds of your new pussy, your breath catches sharply in your throat. It’s a revelation.

“Oh… fuck…” you whisper in that high, breathy voice that still doesn’t feel like yours. It’s a sexy girly voice. And it turns you on. “Fuck… me…”

Your new pussy is warm and getting hotter by the second. Silky, soft and so yielding. And so much more sensitive than anything you ever felt as a man. Just the lightest touch sends sparks of exhilaration racing up your spine. Your eyes widen, lips parting in shock as you carefully part the delicate lips with two tiny clawed fingers. The inner flesh is slick already, a faint glistening wetness that wasn’t there a moment ago. Your clit, your tiny, swollen, and impossibly prominent nub, peeks out from its hood the second you expose it. The moment the cool air kisses it, your hips jerk involuntarily. “Oh… fuck yes…!” A soft, needy whimper escapes you.

You can’t help it. Your fingers circle that little nub experimentally, and the pleasure hits like lightning. It’s sharp, electric, and far too intense. Your knees buckle and you find yourself swooning, dropping forward onto all fours in the soft moss, your errant tail lashing wildly behind you as another moan tears from your throat, higher and more **** than the last.

It feels nothing like jerking off used to. There’s no building pressure in a single spot. This is diffuse and everywhere and growing in intensity seemingly without limi. Deep inside your belly, a hot, aching emptiness blooms. A burning need. Your tight little pussy clenches, growing wetter, hotter, swollen and throbbing with every frantic little circle of your slim fingers. Your erect little clit pulses under your touch, imperceptibly swelling even more until it feels almost painfully sensitive, jutting out hard and slick. Like a mocking erection.

You can’t stop.

Your other hand braces against the moss, claws digging frantically into the earth as you instinctively grind your hips back against your fingers. A low, guttural groan vibrates in your chest as you slide one finger down and push slowly inside yourself. The feeling of your own tight, velvety walls stretching around the digit makes your eyes roll back. It’s so warm. So wet. So fucking good.

You find it almost immediately. Your g-spot, the spongy, ridged little cluster of hyper sensitive nerves on the front wall. The moment you press against your g-spot, your whole body seizes. A broken, shameless moan spills out of you as your thighs start to shake uncontrollably.

“Nngh—ahh…!”

Your jaw goes slack, drool threatening at the corner of your lips. Sweat beads on your crimson skin, making it gleam under the strange pink-and-green moonlight. Your breasts sway heavily beneath you with every frantic rock of your hips. The tail curls between your legs, the spade tip brushing teasingly against your clit as you finger yourself harder, faster, lost in the overwhelming, addictive flood of sensation.

This is nothing like being a man. This is liquid heat, melting pleasure that builds and builds without any clear peak, just deeper, wetter, needier waves that make your mind fog over. Your pussy makes wet, farting sounds as you pump two fingers now, curling them relentlessly against that perfect interior spot while your thumb frantically rubs your swollen clit.

You’re quivering. Dripping. Aching to be filled, fucked, stretched. God, anything to soothe the burning emptiness inside.

Your eyes flutter shut, head dropping forward as another long, throaty moan escapes you. The forest around you fades. There’s only the wet heat between your legs, the **** clenching of your inner walls, and the overwhelming, feminine need that’s rapidly drowning every other thought.

You can’t stop.

You don’t want to stop.

Your hips buck wildly as the first real orgasm starts to crest, hot and inevitable, turning your moans into high-pitched, whimpering cries that echo through the glade.