Playing Doormat A Femdom Pokemon World chapter 5 by StrangeServal

Vulpix backs up and shoots a little flame on the ground in front of you. "Oh I knew she'd want to play doormat, that was always her favorite. You better do a good job, this is the last time you'll see her for a while."

"Fine." You'd rather leave here on good terms with your mother, so you dont argue. You drop to the floor and role over on your back and extending your tongue. 

Vulpix steps forward, her movements graceful and deliberate. She places one hind paw on your tongue, wiping it back and forth with a satisfied flick of her tails. The dirt from her paws mixes with the warmth of your mouth, and she lets out a soft, almost purring sound, clearly enjoying herself. 

Your mother watches intently, her smile widening. Meanwhile you are enduring the earthy taste of the dirt from her paws. There is a hint of a musky, sweaty taste too, but not the worst state her paws have been in for sure.

"Good boy. You’re making her so happy. Just let her have her fun—it’s the least you can do before you leave."

Vulpix finishes cleaning her hind paws and steps back for a moment, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She circles you once, her tails brushing against your face, before positioning herself over you again. She uses your tongue to thoroughly clean her front paws as well.

You patiently wait for it to be over as Vulpix looks down at you with a smug grin. She runs her paws over your tongue and makes sure it finds its way in between her toe beans as well.

Your mother gives a small, approving nod before turning toward the door.

"I’ll be back in a moment. I need to gather some supplies for your journey. Don’t let Vulpix get too carried away—though I doubt you couldd stop her even if you tried."

She chuckles softly as she leaves the room, her footsteps fading down the hallway.

With your mother gone, Vulpix’s demeanor shifts slightly. She stomps on your face before turning herself around.

With a soft, almost commanding yip, she lowers herself onto your tongue, her hind legs straddling your head. 

As she presses down, your tongue meets her tight, puckered asshole. It’s warm and slightly firm, and the taste is earthy and musky. Vulpix lets out a soft, satisfied whimper, her body trembling slightly as she grinds against your tongue.

The sound of your tongue working against her is soft but unmistakable—a wet, rhythmic slurping that fills the quiet room. Vulpix’s breathing quickens, her paws kneading the ground on either side of your head as she pushes herself harder against your mouth. Her tails twitch and sway, brushing against your cheeks and neck, their movements growing more erratic as she loses herself in the sensation.

Her asshole clenches and relaxes rhythmically against your tongue, each movement drawing a soft, almost purring sound from her throat. The taste intensifies as she grinds harder, her musk becoming more pronounced, a mix of salt and earth that’s overwhelming. Vulpix’s body shudders, her tails stiffening as she lets out a low, guttural growl of pleasure.

She doesn’t let up, her movements growing more urgent as she uses your tongue to pleasure herself. The wet sounds grow louder, echoing in the small room, and you can feel her warmth and weight pressing down on you, her fur brushing against your face with every movement. Her paws dig into the ground, her claws scraping lightly against the floor as she loses herself in the moment.

Vulpix seems to sense your discomfort, but it only seems to spur her on further. Her tails flick and sway with more intensity, brushing against your face and neck in a way that feels almost taunting. 

The taste and scent of her are overwhelming. Her asshole clenches and relaxes rhythmically against your tongue, each movement drawing a fresh wave of her flavor. The wet, slurping sounds fill the room, and you can feel her body trembling above you as she edges closer to her peak.

Just as you think it might never end, Vulpix lets out a sharp, almost keening yip, her body stiffening as she reaches her climax. Her tails flare out, brushing against your face and shoulders, and her paws dig into the ground as she shudders with pleasure. For a moment, she stays like that, pressing down hard against your tongue, before finally lifting herself off you with a satisfied sigh.

She steps back, her tails swaying lazily behind her, and looks down at you with a smug, almost triumphant expression. She stomps on your head with her front paw and again with her hind as she walks away, her head held high.