Kinktober 2018 Day 20: Emeto
#9 of Kinktober
Every day in October, I'm writing a quick, 500-word, unedited piece as part of a warmup. Today, one of the options was "emeto" which I had never heard of before, but it turns out it's a vomit fetish.
Well, here I am, writing a fic about vomiting. I don't think its too sexy, though. I might need more research into this fetish, or more practice in the form of commissions?
The genie chuckled as he sat there, his arms crossed over his cartonish pink skin. When I first saw him in those fluffy translucent pants and pretty much nothing else over his toned body, I thought he was quite the charmer. Now I know he's just a troll as I sit in front of my toilet, my head buried in the bowl.
"F... fuck you, buddy..." I said, pulling my head free and flushing the toilet. I wipe the remaining sick from my mouth and stand up, breathing heavily as the nausea disappears almost as immediately as it begun.
"What can I say," he says, sitting on the sink, crossing one leg over the other. "I was only granting your wish."
"I said I wanted to one-up Chuck!" I shout. "That perv stole my promotion and I wanted to get back at him!"
"Oooh, is that what you meant?" the Genie said, chuckling as he buries his finger into his cheek. "Word play in this century is so strange, mistress."
I narrowed my eyes at him, tightening my fist. "Yeah, well, you think making me vomit was funny, do you? Let's see how much you like it!"
"Whatever are you on about, mistress?"
I grabbed him by his curly hair and pulled him up close. "I wish you re-experienced your worst stomachache!."
The color drained from the genie's face as I said that. His lip quivers and he grabs his stomach. "Y... you bitch..." he gasped. I can hear the gurgling going on deep in his body. He pushed past me and into the shower, his hands up against the wall as he leaned over, eyes wide, body quivering.
I frowned when I see the scene. "W... what was the worst stomachache you had.
He glared at me a moment before suddenly cupping his hands under him. Bright pink fluid coughs up out of his mouth, pooling quickly into his cupped palms. The smell of perfume overwhelms my bathroom as he gags and coughs the stuff up. Rose petals and lumps of cotton candy join the perfume in chunks as he falls to his knees. The sickeningly sweet mess dribbled down his chin as he heaved out more and more from deep inside him.
"O... oh my..." I stood there, staring in strange wonder at the sight.
He groaned and leaned back, the perfume trailing down his body, once so wonderful, now a hot mess of sweet taste and scent.
He stared up groggily at me and with his open mouth, he groaned out a response. "One master... asked for delights of all senses.... And they wanted so much, they wanted me to be sick of making, hnnk!" He doubled over again, erupting more down the drain.
I frown and I sit on the edge, patting his back. "Hey there, maybe we both learned a lesson now.
"F... fuck you" he groaned between heaves
"Yeah, yeah, fuck you too..."