Caught on Camera
A documentary filmer edging towards demotion thinks that the Vaporeon who wandered under his lens is his saving ticket. But when that Vaporeon turns her back to him, he finds himself screwed.
Don't read if you don't like watersports, not too hard to figure out but still.
As for those who like watersports, hope you enjoy!
My gaze trailed lazily down the riverbank, ringed by the thick, black outlines of my binoculars. They were sweltering hot in the sunlight, and my fingers covered them with a layer of sweat where they connected. I could not see many rare, or uncommon, Pokémon frolicking in the water, escaping the days heat, and so my patience was running thin. If I didn't capture some footage soon, I was sure to be demoted down to an editorial writer's assistant, rather than one of the lucky few who braved the safari.
I reached blindly with my left hand for my water bottle, smacking the back of my knuckles on it before managing to grab it and bring it to my lips, slurping up the vital fluid. My vision was blurry with the waves of heat emanating from the sun, beaming down with the intention of murder. I blinked away the fuzz from my eyes, a method that only seemed to work for a few seconds before they coated over once more. Yet, as I blinked once more, my safarianeer's instincts flicked on, and my vision centered onto scaled, blue form.
"Vaporeon, ehy?" I muttered aloud, pressing a button on my binoculars, rewarding myself with a quick click as they took a photo. A small device to my right spat out a printed photo, capturing the 'eon as she, as it was clearly evident from the angle, bent down to sip from a slower straight of the river. "This should bring in the views..." I grunted, and flicked the binoculars from photo-mode to video. A blinking red light alerted me to its activation, and I honed the binocular-lens to focus precisely on the Vaporeon, zooming to an incredibly detailed level.
The sheer glimmer of her scaled skin positively glowed beneath the camera, and her neck bending forward to sip from the stream seemed divine with the reflection of a mid-afternoon sun behind her. I leaned forward a little, futilely, as the two inches of movement I made would scarcely get me any closer to her radiant form. My mind buzzed with excitement, darting to every topic possible for the footage: natural migration, water-type Pokémons' need to "refill" themselves every so often, the diverseness of a single river's ecosystem (a slight lie, as the three hours of watching naught but Swanna and Basculin had proven).
So enamored with my talking points did I not notice my camera's focus drift- down that Vaporeon's delicate back, tracing the angle of her spine, denoting each of her back-fin's spires a little millisecond of screen time before moving to the next, slipping up and over her tail, reversing direction until the lens was squared exactly upon the 'mon's scaled rump; more specifically, the tiny slit of pink in blue between those two, glistening cheeks.
"Oops..." I murmured, making a mental note to cut out that piece of the footage before submission. As I returned the binoculars to a friendlier image, I froze with pause as she turned, facing directly away from me, her tail lifting up and to her side, framing that succulent rear that seemed to suck my camera-lens into. The rump dropped downward slowly as the Vaporeon moved to squat, each blue paw shifting outward slightly. I followed it down faithfully, trying to stop my left hand from shaking while my right unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, the scene already erotic enough to force me into masturbation.
Her slit seemed to pulse with cool wetness, and my parched mouth salivated for it. It took all my willpower not to let my maw hang open with a tongue flopping out. Tugging down both my pants and underwear's waistband, I squeezed at my erect member, giving a little grunt and shake, making sure to recenter my camera not a moment later. Had I a long-distance microphone, I would have heard the soft coo the Vaporeon made- instead I only saw her head turn upwards and muzzle-lips form a small "o" as a shudder ran through her body, traveling slow to my arousal-enhanced eyes.
My hand slid backwards on my cock, thumping against my groin before reversing direction in a simple stroke. The shiver at last seemed to reach the Vaporeon's thighs, and my camera caught every second of her scales shifting with a flex, turning her tremor into something much more purposeful as her pussy-lips spread ever-so-slightly, and a slow trickle of clear water began to dribble out. My lips parted in a pant, rubbing my prick harder as the Vaporeon began to urinate, pumping back and forth with a heavy squeeze as more of the crystal-clear fluid poured from her slit, splattering against the ground and staining it with moisture.
The binoculars caught every motion she made in detail, her claws squeezing and digging into the ground as she steadied herself, the relief from her urination causing her head to throw back and lips to form an even greater "o" than before. I fantasized at letting my hand cup beneath her rear, filling with piss and trickling through the cracks between my fingers as I raised upward and rubbed that blue-rimmed slit. The Vaporeon's beautiful flow only grew stronger as I filmed, cutting into the sandy bank of the river as she squatted. I thought of placing my hands on that curving ass, spreading her lips wider as she pissed, letting the clear flow bubble at my feet while she moaned in my arms.
Stroking faster and faster, my view grew blurry with motion, zooming in onto the delicate sex of the Vaporeon, light reflecting off of each small droplet of moisture of labial walls. I imagined pushing into that wet, tight hole, feeling her clench around me as my body pounded into her moist canal. My body ached with need, and she milked at my cock, squeezing and tugging it deeper into her, where it smashed against sensitive spots, sending her into a blissful orgasmic cry, come and urine rushing down my length and thighs as she reached the peak of her pleasure, the squeezes and clenches coming into a tight grasp, rendering me immobile as I too came.
My vision returned to me at once, hand and ground before me coated with a sticky goop, while the binoculars focused just on the Vaporeon's last spurt of pee. She turned around and looked straight at me before leaping into the water and vanishing from sight. "Fuck... I'll need another Pokémon to document..." I mumbled, my head still spinning from my orgasm. Reaching for my water bottle, I took a long slurp, and set it back down.