Dirty space monkey filth

Hahahahahah. These stinking humans are so pitiful, even they’re strongest warriors couldn’t hope to stand up to me and me alone. My tail twitches as I lean over the last of them, ki gathering around my palm as I lean over him, boot planted firmly in his chest.

“So, you galactic slime, how does it feel to have your entire race brought low by one woman?” I grind my heel into his chest a little more, taking immense satisfaction as he screams in pain, the concrete below him cracks and splinters.

I chuckle as his arms cast around wildly in hope, looking in vain for something to stop me. Pitiful. Weak and pitiful, I can’t help but taunt him a while longer, amongst the ruins of his city. I lean down, over my conquered victim. “What’s the matter? Can’t seem to get up?” I ask, crushing him further downwards.

Suddenly searing pain runs up my spine, I scream and collapse, ki blast shooting wide into some mud hut of a dwelling. I fall to the ground in a puff of dust, my armour doing little to stop whatever pain this is. I twist and arch trying to pull away from the sensation. I throw my head to the side and spot the human, bloodied and bruised, but grinning. His fist is balled around my tail.

Oh no. Once more I curse the upper class, restricting the art of tail training to themselves, as I thrash in pain. The human coughs a gob of blood, as he rolls over, my tail still balled in his hand. He pushes himself upwards, to his hands and knees, before crawling over.

He coughs and hocks another gob of spit, shooting it upwards at my face, only for it to land on my chestplate, as I continue writhing in pain. “Looks like...” He heaves in another breath, “I found your weakspot.... you monkey bitch!”

MONKEY? THE INSOLENT WORM! I WILL CRUSH HIM, LIKE I CRUSHED EVERYONE HE LOVED, JUST AS SOON AS HE LET’S GO!

He runs his fingers up and down my tail, smiling as I scream and writhe. Good lord, I believe I’m about to vomit from pain and disgust. This savage is touching me!

He punches me along my legs, arms and face for a time, but the blows bare nothing compared to the pain on my tail, only pulling the odd grunt from me.

No longer writhing, I just lie back in agony, breath heavy as he attacks me.

His own breath runs ragged; he runs his eyes over my still unbruised body. “I know... how I can get some..... true revenge.”

What’s he going to do? Asks a corner of my mind, as the rest darkens, trying to shut the pain out. I’m dimly aware of him shifting my battle spanks aside. The last thing I feel before my mind shuts down, is something hot, shifting inside of me, and some pleasant friction. This worm is going to pay. But I may have some fun with him too.

Then it’s decided, I’ll fuck him into a smear on the ground.