My heart fluttered like a nervous fletchling as I entered the stall and shut the door behind me with a shaking ribbon. I almost expected there to be a loud bang of finality, but all I heard was a soft click as the door’s simple mechanism locked me in from the inside. I could get out, no one but the staff could get in.

And just like that, I was on call. 

I sat down on the clean tiled floor, needing somewhere to rest my rump in the somewhat cramped space before my legs gave out from under me. I almost couldn’t believe it--I was now officially a prostitute. Me! I never had sex before, with my only experience being some light exploration in middle school and giving a blowjob twice during highschool. And yet, here I was, a virgin sylveon, about to suck multiple pokemon off through a gloryhole and, if all went well, lose said virginity to a stranger who was probably more desperate for sex than I was.

I squeezed my hind legs together and whined as my spade made that distinctive squish of a bitch in heat. The last time I’d been this soaked--gosh, I don’t ever remember being this soaked. The thought of sexual anonymity, of having some random dude’s cock inside me, neither of us knowing the other as he used me for his pleasure, as I got off to being used, I couldn’t even begin to find the words to describe how excited it made me. 

This was what I signed up for. This was why I was here. This was why a puddle of my fluids was slowly oozing across the floor. Was I brave enough? Would I chicken out? What kind of pokemon would want this kind of service? Would it be anyone I know? Would they be ugly? Would I even care?

I eyed the reason I was here, a rounded, innocuous hole in the stall’s wall to my left. Unlike a real stall, which was rectangular and had a toilet in it, this box was built more like a breeding mount with a concave roof on my end. I gave it a good examination before locking myself in here. Behind its sturdy-looking walls, there was a soft, rounded slope for pokemon on the other side to hug onto, allowing easy access for quadrupeds to mount that innocuous hole. The hole wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small, either. Perfect for a pokemon my size.

There were bigger stalls, with larger holes for heftier pokemon… or the more daring among smaller species. 

The pokemon organizing this said I’d have about five minutes before anyone would come in. I’d already spent about four of those examining the stall, and the last stretch checking out the inside. There wasn’t much to see. While there was a drain in the center of the stall for various fluids, I was much was more interested in the gloryhole itself. At any moment, someone could come in, mount the stall, and shove his dick in my face.

“Okay, girl, you can do this,” I whispered as I stared at the hole with its soft, rounded edges. “This has only been your fantasy since, like, forever. No pressure.” Except there was pressure. A lot of pressure. Too much pressure. Heart pounding in my chest, I continued, “What if I mess up? Would they yell at me? That’s not allowed, r-right? Dudes aren't picky. No one’s going to be mean because I’m not very good, right?”

My ears perked up at a noise on the other side of the hole. A scraping, thump sound. Claws. Four paws with claws. Large footsteps.

Someone was here.

I sat down on the soft floor and stared with wide eyes at the opening, imagining what sort of cock might come through. The sounds of his struggling allowed me some ideas, but I couldn’t really picture the guy in my head. Big, gruff, maybe a canine, probably hard as hell, ready to get his rocks off just as much as I was prepared to suck him off. More sounds, more shifting, and then a loud thump above me as my mystery customer climbed onto the pseudo-breeding mount. 

I held my breath as he fumbled at the entrance, only to gasp when his cock finally came through the glory hole. It twitched as he pushed forward, shoving as much of the mottled-gray, black length as he probably could. Sleeker around the base than I expected, what I couldn’t look away from was his strangely blunted tip. The urethra was odd too, wider, with some depth to it. The exotic sight had me hot and bothered in new and exciting ways. This wasn’t my first time seeing someone’s cock, far from it, but this was my first time seeing one that wasn’t an eeveelution’s. 

I wanted to open my mouth, lean forward, and gobble him up. Screw getting fucked first, I could save that for the next guy. As horny as I was, as hot and wet I felt, my heat could wait a few more minutes. After all, I was being paid for an hour’s work.

His scent already filled the stall, washed over me like a musky breeze, filled my mind with buzzing desire. But it wasn’t enough. I stepped forward and took a deep breath, nostrils flared to take in as much of the male’s natural perfume as I could. He smelled so unusual, so new and fresh, so wonderfully exotic. My snout brushed against his tip, his soft skin squished against me.

I pushed so hard against his constantly twitching cock, so drunk on his scent, that my nose seemed to enter his urethra somewhat, his warm, wet insides hugging me in ways I didn’t think possible. He didn’t seem to complain, though, and I tentatively kept nuzzling his urethra, even enjoying the way his folds clung to my nose. 

Further sniffs lead to more confusion. At first, it was easy to ignore that twinge of something else intermingled in the masculine musk, but as I got more curious, what at first seemed to just be my own scent playing tricks on me became impossible to ignore. The hornier the other pokemon got, the stronger this abnormality became. I knew he smelled exotic, and exotic was attractive, but this went well beyond exotic. This was almost feminine.

Before I could further follow that line of thought, he grunted, and then his cock jerked against my nose, splattering me with a film of slick warmth. That cinched it: I dismissed the absurdity on principle. Obviously, he was male. He had a cock, said cock had bounced against my nose, and I could smell the maleness on it. I could feel the rigidity just under the spongy surface. How could this not be a cock?

So I ignored the odd element to his intoxicating male scent and continued to inhale, taking in all details. But when that grunt transformed into a needy whine, that was when I knew I couldn’t leave him hanging. 

I pulled my nose back and placed a paw on his shaft. Warmth greeted me, and he twitched against my toes. I giggled at the movement, which only made him twitch again. That was… awesome. He really liked my voice! Even if this was just gonna be another blowjob, in the end, someone wanting me was thrilling. 

The next time I giggled was on purpose. While I couldn’t talk to any customers, noises were encouraged. Let him know I was enjoying this as much as him. He throbbed against my palm, and when he let out another needy whimper I swore my heart soared. 

Adding a ribbon let me experience his smooth textures with much more tactile feedback, and he seemed to enjoy that a lot, but after a few seconds of exploring, I heard his voice for the first time. “P-put it in your mouth now, please!”

He sounded young. Probably not as young as me, I was barely old enough to be here, but his voice was definitely not old or too gruff in pitch. I almost asked if he was a virgin too, only to close my mouth at the last moment. Talking wasn’t allowed. I could moan, whine, or even growl, but not engage in conversation. They were looking for anonymity here too: to talk would be a breach of trust.

With my heart fluttering like an excited pidgey, I leaned forward, stuck my tongue out, and gave this mystery pokemon a tentative lick right along his urethra. My eyes shot open, and what I tasted shattered any illusion I had left: he tasted just like me. While there definitely were hints of my other partners, of males, the flavor reminded me too much of my own vulva, a blast of tangy femininity hidden under all the male scent. And that musk… it was powerful, had filled my nose and blinded me to the truth I had avoided: 

He was a she.

I pulled away, startled by the thought, though I didn’t spit out any of her fluids. Despite the discrepancy, she still tasted okay, and I was ridiculously horny. This wasn’t a dealbreaker. I just needed to know how this was possible before I continued.

After wracking my brain for answers, I realized with sudden clarity: pokemon anatomy was diverse. Incredibly diverse. More diverse than I considered before coming here. That was on me. This was my fault. We learned in sex ed about all kinds of privates. From the usual canine bits, all the way to cloacas and strange bug parts. But there was also a brief discussion about how female genitalia from certain species even appeared to resemble a penis. I didn’t remember what it was called, or why it was shaped like a dick, but I did know the pokemon it belonged to: mightyena. 

The voice should have tipped me off, honestly. It wasn’t that she sounded young, she was just a female mightyena.

Despite my arousal, I hesitated; I came here to have fun with boys, to get off. Could I really give a blowjob to a girl? The mightyena continued to rock her hips as I considered this, waving her dick in my face, drawing my attention before I was mentally prepared. She was horny too, wasn’t she? Just like me, she wanted to have fun, to get off. How would I feel after coming here if I were rejected? I’d be devastated, crushed. If a whore didn't want me, who would?

So I would suck it up and pleasure her--no, savor her. I wanted attention. Pleasure, yes, but also to be enjoyed. And so did she. Besides, it could be fun. Even if I wasn’t into females, she seemed male enough, and it was basically the same thing: a long, meaty cock to suck on. I was beginning to feel excited to try this new experience.

Leaning in, I gave her blunted tip a chaste kiss; the knowledge that her urethra was actually a vulva was strangely appealing. The brief attention must have triggered something in the mightyena, because the needy girl growled and thrust forward, sliding across my lips and poking me in the cheek with her leaking cock-like pussy. Or was it a cock-like clit? I couldn’t remember. Whatever the case, it was difficult to think of that firm rod of lengthy flesh as anything other than a cock, but my nose and tongue wouldn’t allow me to think otherwise. My third time about to blow a penis and it wasn’t even a penis.

Despite my initial reservations, I found myself falling in love with girl dick.

She gave another needy whine, so I took a deep breath, opened my mouth, and took her flattened tip into my mouth. She was unbelievably warm inside of my maw, and when I pressed my tongue into her not-urethra I felt her give a violent twitch.

“Yessss,” she encouraged, her tail whacking the side of the stall with obvious enthusiasm. “Just like that.”

The praise made me warm and bubbly inside. Using my very limited experience, I began to bob on her cock. She loved that. She most definitely loved that. I giggled around my mouthful as she started tensing, and then shoved herself forward so firmly that her hips had to be flush with the glory hole. From the males I’ve sucked off--what few there were--I knew she was already close. 

I wonder what she’d feel like in my pussy.

As much as the thought enticed me, I kept sucking, taking her as deep as I could manage without choking, content to finish her off orally. Her tip tickled the back of my throat, threatening to be swallowed with each reflexive gulp. I allowed her to slip in a little, just enough that I nearly did gag. I worried she might expect to go even further, but she suddenly grew still, and let out the tiniest, cutest whine I have ever heard. 

Her cock tensed like any male’s would, then suddenly exploded into twitches, her entire length jerking and jumping in my mouth in a way that had me anticipating a few hot jets of cum. But all I got were a few weak squirts, barely more than the dribble she’d already provided. Though that didn’t stop her from growling out, “Swallow it all, you slut!”

I froze. No one had ever talked to me like. Not my friends, not those guys I sucked off, not even the girls at school who hated my guts. The words sent a unique tingle down my spine, a sensation which had my tail flicking upwards and my spade tensing hard. I held back a whine, squeezing my hind legs together as my belly burned with a fiery passion. Her casual insult made me feel like the anonymous whore I was, just a mouth to be used and then discarded. Nothing more than her temporary fleshlight. 

Thirty seconds of pulsing and a steady flow of feminine fluids later, the mightyena shakily pulled herself out of the hole, leaving my mouth feeling all slimy as she sighed, “I needed that. Oh, how I needed that. Thanks!” 

And then she was gone. Used me, savored me, and then left me with only the taste to remember her by. Just like that. I swished her fluids around in my mouth, humming at the strange, yet familiar, flavor. Like a mix between my own cum and a dude’s jizz.

Swallowing it was only natural. I’ve already swallowed plenty more during her orgasm. 

I whined softly, hind legs still clenched, and I could feel a distinctive squish. I was so wet I could barely think.

Waiting for the next client felt like torture. A full minute passed while I was left all by myself, a puddle of my own arousal rapidly growing between my legs. Then the door outside the stall creaked open and was closed just as softly. The next pent-up pokemon had arrived, and I could already hear him muttering to himself.

“What am I doing? I shouldn’t be here… Oh, this is a terrible idea...”

This one was male, I was sure of that. His voce was a little high-pitched, maybe, but not the same sort of timbre as the mightyena. But I didn’t care what he sounded like; a guy looking to get off was just outside those walls, and I was ready and able to drain those aching balls dry. I eyed the hole thoughtfully. I could suck him off, give him what he paid for and what he probably expected. Or I could give him a little extra. I've sucked off two dudes before, and now even a girl. I was too worked up, too wet, to get someone else off without also taking care of my own needs.

I knew just what to do.

Turning around, I flicked my tail to the side and backed up toward the glory hole, aiming my swollen, heat-ridden spade into the socket. It fit perfectly. The round, surprisingly soft opening hugged my swollen labia like a cradle, and I could feel a tiny amount peeking out the other side as a cool breeze washed over my sensitive cookie.

“What the…” His voice trailed off, and I could hear him crouch down. “Is that… is that really a-- a p-pussy? Or is that a sex toy? Oh! It twitched! It totally twitched! Definitely real… Wow, it's so big. Miss, are you in heat?”

I knew he was talking to himself. But his confusion, his excitement, his fears that I was just a sex toy--as if!--all of it had me slicker than a goodra. I was a tad confused by his voice. It sounded low, but there was this… cadence to it I couldn’t shake off. But my concentration faltered as something wet, slimy and, above all, warm was suddenly dragged across my sex. Tingles rocked my form, and I’m not ashamed to admit I squeaked. 

My mystery mate seemed to enjoy my reaction. He dug more enthusiastically into me with his thick canine tongue, and I flexed my toes and dug my claws onto the ground to compensate. I couldn’t tell exactly what exact species of pokemon he was, but fuck, if he didn’t know how to use that tongue of his. I pushed back into the feeling, only for him to pull away. The tingles died down, the pleasure retreating fast, and I could feel a dull throbbing throughout my spade as it relaxed from its very tensed position. I whimpered and began to roll my hips, trying to entice him to return to eating me out. 

Being in heat sucked without a partner, but it sure did make everything so very intense.

“S-sorry I stopped, but I can’t wait. I’m going to f-fuck you now, okay?” Oh, my Arceus, he was embarrassed by his own eagerness! I loved it! Even if that tongue of his was glorious, I couldn’t wait to feel what a true cock was like.

He went for it faster than I had anticipated. The unique shape of the ‘stall’ probably helped, and I imagined there must’ve been padding for him to hold onto on the other side, because he didn’t slip when his tip brushed against my pussy. 

Now that was a weird feeling. Like a tongue, he was warm. So, so very warm. But much less yielding. Sensation bloomed out from where our sexes touched, and before I could consciously process the feeling I pushed back to try and take him inside. The hole blocked me; my butt was already flush with the wall. I whined. I needed our hips to connect, to feel his thighs against mine, to have his forelegs hooked around my waist, holding on tight as he took me like the bitch I was. I needed to experience a male in every way possible. 

I had never been so horny before in my life.

My mystery pokemon whimpered, too. “O-oh, gosh, you’re so s-soft, warm and wet,” he said, not pushing in yet. Which was both fine and not fine. Savoring was all well and good, but I needed him now. “Can I really just… put it in? This almost feels too good to be true.”

Trust me, I feel the same way, was what I wanted to say. What I almost said. But no. I couldn’t. Could I?

What if I did talk? Surely he wouldn’t tell. And besides, it’s my anonymity that I’d be risking here, not his. And if we really were about to take each other’s virginity, I kind of want to say something to him. 

I gulped and went for it. “Don’t tell, but I’m going to talk. Okay?”

His cock twitched at the sound of my voice, which had me exceptionally flattered. Did he like my voice that much?

“I won’t tell,” he whispered back. “Um. But why?”

I looked straight at the clean, grey walls of the stall. “I’m kind of also a virgin, and I wanted to let you know. ”

“Oh my gosh, really?! Then why are you here? Isn’t this place for, uh… experienced girls?” 

My ears fell. As true as that was, it kinda hurt. Not that he could see. “N-not necessarily. So… could you put it in now? I’m really horny and I want to feel you inside me.”

That admission made my cheeks burn. For some reason. I was about to be stuffed full of a random pokemon’s cock, and that was what embarrassed me? No wonder I’m so terrible at getting dates. Everyone thought I was cute at school, which is definitely not me bragging, but I tended to fumble most of my dates. Heck, the only reason I even sucked those guys off was that they already were my friends and it had sounded like fun.

But then a thought struck. Before he could shove himself inside, I said,  “W-wait! Um. Before you do me, what kind of pokemon are you? I’m a sylveon.”

He paused for a moment. “I’m a ninetales. Yeah, I know, a virgin ninetales? How does that happen?” He was silent again. “I, uh, I kinda feel bad about something. Um, I’m sorta not really an adult? Is… is that okay? I evolved early, and I passed as an adult to come in here, but I’m still just a teenager. I, uh, my stomach was getting really queasy at the thought of not telling you and I had to! If that’s not cool, I’ll leave… I’m sorry.”

...I was so horny I honestly couldn’t find it in me to care. Besides, I was barely an adult myself. It wasn’t like he was a kid kid, surely. Likely only a few years younger. That wasn’t illegal. They wouldn’t have let him in if he looked too young, even if he was fully evolved. Whoever let him get a fire stone was very irresponsible. 

There was also a part of me who found the thought of him being younger than me unbelievably thrilling. 

“Fuck yeah,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn at the thought of the taboo I was about to indulge in. “I want you so badly. Do it.”

“O-oh, gosh, okay then! I’m-- I’m going in! I can’t believe I just started puberty, and I’m already about to have sex!”

I choked. I never considered that he might be on the lower end of what constitutes a teenager.

“Wait, I--” 

He leaned in, slipped his tip inside, and in a single thrust neither of us were virgins anymore. 

The feeling of being penetrated for real took my breath away. I’d heard stories and jokes about the girl not feeling it, that he was too small, but I couldn’t imagine not feeling this. He slid into me like we were made for each other, my sopping wet spade mustering no resistance at all. It shocked me how good it felt. He was only putting it in, shoving himself into my warm, wet hole without any regard for my own feelings, and it was still fantastic. He was warmer than anything I’d ever put up there, too. Not bigger--that trophy went to my ponyta toy--but cold silicon could never match something this alive, twitching and throbbing and warm. 

"Oooh," I moaned when his balls kissed my spade with a soft squish. I couldn’t resist pushing back against the glory hole,  into the pleasure. He was already as deep as he could get, but still, I wanted more. At this moment I couldn’t care less how old he was. "F-fuck, that’s very different than my toys!" 

"S-same!" he replied in a gasp. "You're squishy and warm and squeezing me a bunch! This is way better than Dad’s fleshlight!"

He seemed quite vocal for a virgin getting his first taste of pussy. It was charming, in a way. Knowing he was experiencing something amazing for the first time, all because of me. Another way we were in the same boat. Even if he was much younger than I expected, it didn’t matter. He felt amazing regardless of age.

“Mhm, you know you can’t tell them I spoke to you,” I mentioned once he began gently rocking back and forth, stroking my sensitive insides and making me curl my claws. “I’m playing dumb if you say anything. Breaking the rules is a little exciting, but I never talked to you, got it?” 

Not to mention they would dock my pay. I wasn’t here for the money, but it was a pretty sweet bonus. 

“I’d--oh, gosh--never rat out the girl letting me do this.” His thrusts grew faster, jerkier, more clumsy, as though he were reaching the end of his rope. The slick friction felt incredible. I could feel his warm touch against every inch of my walls. “You feel awesome, miss! I didn't know it would feel this good! I didn’t know anything could feel-- nnn, I’m-- close!”

Tension built in my underbelly, but I wasn’t quite there yet. Even if the sounds and scents of sex got me going like nothing else, and the way he pounded me like the needy, unskilled virgin he was felt better than it probably should have, it simply wasn’t enough. “Try and last a little longer, okay? I need at least another thirty seconds. ” 

He whined. “I-- I’ll have to stop then, or I’m going to knot you!” Breathing heavily, he forced his hips to stay still, cock twitching in a way that signified just how dangerously close he was to popping. He hadn’t been kidding, he really was close. The pulsing grew weaker as he rested inside me, and I also managed to settle down, though the balls squished against my tingly spade kept me nice and tense. “Hnnn, I’m not moving and you still feel soooo good… Are you squeezing me on purpose?”

“You feel amazing too,” I replied, and then closed my eyes to try and focus on the sensation of his cock throbbing inside me. Just the thought that a dude was inside me, actually within my vagina and about to cum because of me, was enough to make my pleasure soar. “And no, I’m not squeezing, it just does that when I’m-- hnnn, I’m close too! Start thrusting again, I need to cum when you knot me!”

“You’re letting me knot you? Oh my gosh, yes!” he squeaked, before continuing our mating with an urgency that stole my breath away. Each thrust produced some of the lewdest, sloppiest noises I had ever heard. Flesh against slick flesh, slap after slap. My pussy felt like it clung to him on each exit, before being shoved back inside with every thrust. It sounded like a particularly sloppy blowjob, only exaggerated. But all of this was me. I was the one with the sopping wet spade, I was the one with a body perfect for breeding, and I was the one with a pussy being pounded raw. All while I gazed straight ahead, my vision seeing double as warm, bubbly tension rose in my underbelly like an angelic choir reaching a crescendo. 

I scraped the floor with my claws as I flexed my toe-beans, trying in vain to handle the incredible pressure building in my loins. I felt so tight. He felt so big. The true size of his cock was beginning to make itself known, and his thrusting grew sloppy along with his urgency to cum. His growing knot rubbed hard along my clit, and I could feel it pressing into me in all the best ways.

Our coitus was suddenly stopped by a sharp tug, and I knew this was it. We were tied

Then he yanked again, and the sudden, unexpected flash of pain when he tried to yank back made me cry out in surprise. It didn’t hurt that much, but it startled me, and I instinctively began to panic before I remembered this was normal. This was what I wanted. This was right.

His growing knot had me squeezing back enough that I wasn't sure I'd ever let him go. I knew this was my end of the knot, my own body ensuring fertilization, but all I cared about was how incredible it felt. So when he whined again, one that wasn't a whine of discomfort, but bliss, I could relate: the way we locked together, both of us teetering on the edge, it was glorious.

Then the first gush of heat squirted inside me. Then the next, and another after that. Soon his cock was kicking and jerking, each and every throb just as wonderful, just as amazing as the next. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t hold it. Some random dude I didn’t even know was unloading his pent-up balls deep into my cunt. I was a whore, I was being paid for this, and the choir sang.

I came harder than I ever had in my life. 

"Fuuuuck," was all I could say as the orgasm of a lifetime washed over me like a cooling balm I never knew I’d been missing. "Oooh, fuuuuck!" Stars danced across the bland wall. My insides clamped down, relaxed, then clamped down even harder again. “Hnnnn!” I could feel each squeeze with shocking clarity, my vagina locked into a rhythmic dance I couldn't control, perfectly designed to milk a fertile male of all of his seed. 

The ninetales echoed my sentiments with another whimper as he emptied himself into my fertile womb. The fact I was on birth control didn’t stop me from imagining him impregnating me. We were compatible. Same egg group, almost the same kind of pokemon. My ribbons twisted and curled at the thought of being impregnated. Of having a stranger’s babies. They wrapped around my own hind leg, squeezing almost as tightly as my pussy squeezed him. 

Nothing lasts forever. The high of a fantastic orgasm lessened into a gentle buzz, but that only allowed me to feel the ever-present pumping motion of his cock all the easier, and with greater clarity. Everything back there tingled so good. I glanced behind me, curious, only to see my spade had completely disappeared into the hole. Cool disappointment washed over me, even as warmth continued to spill into my insides. 

I wouldn't be able to see our tie.

"What's our connection look like?" I whispered.

"I… oh, gosh… um." He tugged back a bit, and we both whimpered as his bulbous knot stretched my tight pussy to its max. Waves of tension rushed through my underbelly, and I think I nearly came again. "It's, wow, I didn’t know girls could stretch like this."

My pussy tensed hard at the mental imagery he provided. "G-go on. What's our connection look like? Can you see it pulsing? I've always wondered…"

"I think so? Wow, my thingy is really thin there! It looks like it's going to, uh, rip. Ouch. But it doesn't feel that way. Hnnn, it feels weeeeird."

"Oh, Arceus, keep talking, tell me what it feels like," I begged, feeling another orgasm creep up on me. Why was this so hot? Him calling his cock a thingy was weird, but not a dealbreaker. It was a stark reminder of how young he really was, and I was shocked by how much it got me going. "How does my whore pussy feel around your cock? How does it feel to breed someone, hnnn, older than you?"

He gifted me with an extra powerful squirt. "It's awesome! So warm, so tight… I don’t care that I’m not old enough to be here, I’m so glad I came. I wanna stay in you forever…"

That did it for me. I bit my tongue and whined as another orgasm crashed through me, my insides collapsing around the ninetales like a dying star. I imagined what this must be like for him. Knotted to a spade jutting from a wall, the vagina suddenly squeezing his already squirting knot, wringing out his cum like a wet towel, and a sylveon just out of sight strangling back a moan. I imagined how warm I must be, how tight I was, how each squeeze of my powerful walls milked him for every last drop.

The fantasy made my climax all the sweeter, but it still took a lot out of me. I slumped forward as it played out. My rump had to stay flush with the wall, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t rest my forelegs. 

“I still can’t believe this is happening,” he whispered, sounding awed as I continued to squeeze and throb around his pulsing length. There was a giggle that I felt vividly through his penis. “I’m inside a girl’s private parts. You feel so awesome.”

The minutes ticked by as our tie forced us together. It really did feel good, being connected to another. Feeling his constant throbs, squeezing back, locked in a carnal embrace. So we passed the time talking. Just… talking. He was surprisingly funny. Interesting, too, once he got past his own awkwardness of being inside a girl old enough to babysit him.

Eventually, inevitably, the staff grew impatient and there was a knock on the door outside the stall. My mouth snapped shut, having been mid-conversation. 

"Hurry up there, other customers are waiting! You paid for ten minutes. It's been fifteen."

Twisting around so my face was near the hole, a position my poor spade really didn't like, I whispered, "Pull out."

"O-okay," he whispered back.

With a grunt, he did as asked, and both of us yelped at the intense strain of his knot on my poor spade. I could feel my folds being stretched, and I knew our knot simply wasn’t finished. But he persevered, and with a sudden jerk, and a loud, sloppy plop, we were free. 

I felt so empty.

Immediately, I turned around to examine my used cookie, and what I saw was almost disappointing: watery cum gushed out, but my vulva looked almost identical, already returning to its usual, snug spade shape. It looked reddened at the edges, and there was a slight gap, but he had felt so huge. I almost expected to be ruined after that. 

The urge to press in grew difficult to ignore, so I licked myself, slurping at the creampie he left for me and tasting the young ninetales' cum for the first time that day. But leaned down like and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him peeking through the hole at me. My heart pounded in my chest as our eyes made content, and my tongue paused its instinctual slurping.

"C-can we do this again?" It was barely a whisper, but I heard it as though he were speaking right in my ear. "Please? I… it was really fun, you were really fun, and I don't want to do it with anyone else."

I really considered it. I liked him, sure, and the sex was awesome--the fires he ignited in me likely weren’t going away any soon. But he was just so young… how could a relationship work between us? What would everyone else think? Our age difference was on the edge of acceptable. We would have to hide it.

His cock felt great, though. Even thinking about it had me squeezing my thighs together and wishing he was still inside me. He was pretty fun to talk to, as well. Had lots of things to say, was a good listener, he made me feel things I couldn’t quite explain, and--

Oh. I was actually falling for him, wasn’t I? 

"I had a lot of fun too,” I admitted once I made my decision. “My name's Sylvia. Meet me in two hours at the apartments at Roost st, 1298. My apartment is on the bottom floor, it's the one with a dead razz berry plant I forgot to remove from my window. We can… do more there."

"Woo! Thank you!" 

"Shhh," I whispered harshly, nervously glancing toward the stall door.

"Sorry," he said. One of his brilliant orange eyes peered into my own, and he added, "Um, my name is Nicky. I’d really like it if we could, um, kiss? C-could we? Through the hole? Please?"

As tempting as it was, I shot him down. "No, let's save that for later. Now shoo, get out of here and give me a good review so I can get paid more next time."

He beamed, and with one final peek through the hole, his eyes bright, he walked away, humming happily all the while. 

The door opened, then closed, leaving me alone with a cunt full of warm seed and a stark reminder that I sorta, maybe, actually just promised a barely pubescent ninetales I met on the other side of a glory hole that I'd be his girlfriend.

“Ah, fuck…” What kind of wonderful mess had I gotten myself into?