Tails hadn't discovered masturbation before today, nor did she know the word, but she was rapidly addicted to the action. Her tender lips clung to her fingers as she pumped her ring and middle digit in and out of her alien passage, biting her lip as she curled her fingers slightly. Her own grip on her breast was crude, unskilled, and rough, but still the sensitive flesh there was so soft and supple it was hard to resist squeezing. Her hand tingled as she brushed her nipple with the tips of her fingers, causing the new vixen to let out a barely contained squeaky moan. The palm of her hand between her legs was slowly collecting a small puddle of her feminine need, and Tails knew that the only solution was to keep going. Keep pumping, keep squeezing, keep grinding her legs around her wrist. A feeling like taking off into the sky formed in her stomach, as well as her namesake tails winding around each other, as she clenched her eyes shut. Tails knew she needed this, plunging her hand as far as she can, scratching her breast as she digs in like a vixen offered the fattest hen at the market for free.
She had to slow down. It wasn't enough yet, she needed this feeling to last as long as it can. Its too good to let go of already. Tails pulls her hand back so just her fingertips are still inside, smearing her liquid lust on her fluffy stomach. Her breast was throbbing as she unwound her twin tails, smirking at herself as she pinched her clitoris between the digits she'd been using to play with herself, causing a loud squeal to escape her as she kicked at the air, sliding her fingers back inside while pinching herself. She tries the same on her nipple, and found the feelings combined made he eyes roll back in her head. She rolled the soft, pebble like nub of pert pink flesh between her fingers as her palm cupped and compressed the mound of her boob. While down bellow, her other hand explored the crevice and bumps of her interior. It was so strange, to have an "inside" to explore at all, yet felt so right that Tails was rapidly starting to wonder how she'd lived her life up till this morning without it. The subtle difference between the outer and inner reaches. The constantly wet, tender ripples. The perky firmness of her love button. It all was so electric, and it was hers to dive into in as much detail as her virginal mind could handle. At least, it would be, once she put herself back together.
She'd dragged things out for what the clock on her wall attested was a good forty-five minutes, but her little hands were growing stiff, and her need was only getting worse as she played with her girly body, her new favorite thing in the world. She slapped her slick, well-coated hand against herself hard, twice, three times, and it was done. She'd achieved liftoff, flinging herself several inches in the air as the warmth of climax flowed up her stomach and down her thighs. Her chest rose as she took a deep, well earned breath, and sighed as it reached her cheeks, and up to the tips of her perky, pointed ears. Her toes clenched and relaxed several times as she calmed herself.
Suddenly, Tails sits up, still unfocused by the haze of her first female orgasm.
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