Berry
This one is closer to a "sketch" than a polished piece. Written in about an hour when bored and feeling the urge to write fairly late at night. What even are vaporeons anyway?
“Berry!” Huck called out when we got in. The call was met with a noise not unlike a plastic bag full of wet sausages falling down the stairs. A moment later, Strawberry Swirl careened off of the wall at the bottom of the stairs, turned the corner, and catapulted herself towards us.
“Por! Por! Vaporeon!” She called, rocketing into Huck’s legs hard enough to knock him off balance.
Prepared for this, he steadied himself against the couch, reached down, and hoisted her up off of the floor. She wriggled in his hands, slipping quickly enough that he had to wrap both arms around her to keep her lifted up. “Yes, I missed you too. We’ve been gone for a whole four hours, and I wasn’t sure I could survive another without seeing your pretty face.” He crooned at her.
To be fair, even for vaporeons, ‘Berry was pretty. Her face was just slightly asymmetrical, with a single snaggle-fang that always peeked from under her lips to the left. Her smooth skin had visible crow’s-feet marking near her eyes, from her incessant sleeping and lazing about. Her neck frill was just slightly discolored on the right, turning a deeper sapphire than the rest of the pale jade. And every one of these imperfections made her so characteristically ‘Berry that she made all other water-evolved eeveemorphs simply inferior.
“Oh, yep. I see you figured out what we were doing? Want a sniff of that, do you? Bet you do. Alright, but no biting.”
We’d already hung the feebas we caught out back in his smoker, and we both had the smell of long-day-fishing about us that would require a shower to chase away. My hands—and presumably Huck’s too—were well-fished. Huck carried her into the kitchen as she claimed his fingers. One by one, she pulled them greedily into her mouth and suckled on them. She saw me watching her and the corners of her muzzle turned up. The little imp.
“Just drop the shopping on the counter. I’ll put it away if you’ll take over here for a moment.” Huck said. ‘Berry didn’t seem to mind. She hopped from his arms into mine. And then clawed at my shirt as I nearly dropped her. For someone used to picking up growlithes or flareons with all their thick fuzz, it can be a shock to hold a vaporeon in your arms for the first time. You’ll suddenly realize just how much vaporeon there is. It makes sense, of course. Evolved to stay warm in possibly frigid waters, they needed more body mass. I got my arms beneath her paws, and she caught her balance halfway to the floor.
“Hah. Yeah. Took some time to get used to that after she evolved, let me tell you.”
“I bet.” I responded as I hefted her up. Finally comfortable against my belly and chest, she claimed one of my hands while I cradled her with the other. The second thing I noticed was just how warm she was. For a water-type, she was a little bundle of heat against my skin. She watched my face as she pulled the hand to her snout and started pushing her tongue between my fingers.
“This what you expected from a visit out to the sticks, Joel?” Huck asked, and I had to switch mental tracks to comprehend the question, as enamored as I was with the heavy girl in my arms.
I contemplated an answer as ‘Berry pulled one finger into her mouth and started sucking on the fishy taste. “Well, yes and no. I mean, I did say I wanted to go fishing, but I didn’t expect… I don’t know.”
“Ultralite fiberglass rod and a carbon fiber bayou boat?”
“Exactly!” I let out in a gust. It’d been strange. Fun, of course, but still oddly modern for Huck, who’d always let himself be known online as—
“The redneck trainer.” He finished my thought. He turned around while he was putting away a stick of butter and a gallon of milk. “Well, tomorrow we can go out with shoe-string tied to sticks on my driftwood raft if you really want. But If we’re dropping all the modern amenities, probably should sleep out in the barn tonight, and it’s not so good on central heating and mosquito nets for the windows.”
I snorted. Huck laughed. ‘Berry deep-throated my ring finger right up to the last knuckle.
“That’s okay. I came down here for some new experiences—and part of the fun’s learning where I was wrong.”
“Mmh.” He continued non-commitally, stuffing a head of garlic into the crisper drawer. “But something tells me that those weren’t the fish you came down here to try out. ‘M I right?”
By now ‘Berry was smiling seductively up at me as she exchanged one finger for another. “Ah—“ I started. I know I’d just turned beet-red.
“Hah! Don’t worry. She likes you. I can tell.”
“Oh? And how’s that?” I managed to get out as she pulled a second and third finger into her mouth. Remarkably, she sucked them all down until her tongue was licking my palm, and I still didn’t feel teeth.
Huck pointed at me rather accusingly with a carrot before that, too, went into the vegetable drawer. “Because she’s giving you that look. You know she won’t stop until she’s sucking your cock.”
Okay, so maybe that had been a part of why I scheduled this vacation. My apartment up in the city had a “No Pokemon Out of their Balls In the Apartment” clause. Everything was so busy and crowded. I couldn’t get away to try something like this. And Huck had been a friend for ages. He’d always been very open about what he and his ‘mon got up to. Not exactly illegal—but also not something civilized people talked about openly. Hearing him say it out loud was a shock.
“Also, she’s dripping.” I looked back. Her fluked tail was resting against the crook of my elbow before it floppe down past my hips, and Huck wasn’t wrong. Looking at a pokemon like this was also something people just didn’t do back in the city, but it’s not like she was wearing pants. She was visibly dripping from her slit, with those juices forming little rivulets over her bluish skin.
“That’s—uh…” I stalled out.
“She likes you. Like I said. I read out all your texts to her to make sure she was okay with this, too, you know. She’s been looking forward to your visit just as much as you have, I think. You could just stick those fingers in her and she’d be happy. No? That’s fine. I’ll give you two some time to get used to the idea.”
He must have seen how shocking the idea was to me on my face. So did Strawberry, who let my fingers slip from her mouth and nuzzled my hand. Testing my ability to hold her for a moment, she twisted, then kicked off against my belly to launch herself up onto the kitchen countertop.
“Por.” She stated rather confidently as she curled her tail around her legs and sat up straight, still smiling at me. Though if I were any judge, I’d say some of her impish nature had softened to be a little kinder. Plus, she had that little snaggle-fang sticking out, and my heart just melted for her.
“She’s right, of course. At your own speed, Joel. Don’t you worry, you have a whole weekend.”
“Por.” ‘Berry nodded in confirmation.
“Thanks.” I said. Breathe in, and breathe out. It was only a little bit of a shock. “You know, I meant to ask but the right time in conversation never came up. I’ve seen a lot of names for vaporeons. I mean, even ones like—“
“Ain’t no other vaporeon like Strawberry!” Huck smiled and leaned down to push his bearded mouth against the pokemon’s lips. She tilted her head up and purred into his ‘whiskers’. “But I’m sure you’ve seen ‘Jewel’.”
Images sprang unbidden to mind. Deep blue vaporeon, famous from her underground videos. Tail up and hind end high as her trainer slowly pushed an arcanine-sized toy into her.
“You know I have. You linked me to her site.”
“Mmhmm. And Cerulean.” Huck continued.
Another memory. Her most famous (or infamous) video was the creamy pull-out when her trainer had cream-pied her. It dripped down over her pale-blue tail impressively for the camera.
“Remember Scylla and Charibdys?” Huck mused. He knew what he was doing.
Of course I remember them. Probably my favorite video that he’d sent me. Twins. Hugged belly to belly, slit to slit, as their trainer pushed himself in between them. Ended up cumming on their bellies, before even pushing in to either one.
“Yeah.” I shook my head. “But that’s what I mean! It’s all sea-based names. Or blue. Or jewelry. But not…”
“Strawberry’s a special vaporeon, aren’t you dear?”
“Eon!”
“That’s right. I think someone wants to see your trick!”
I perked up at that. This wasn’t just some silly pet name? Huck fished a bottle out of the fridge, while Strawberry Swirl half-stood and turned a crouched circle on the counter-top. When Huck turned back, he was holding a squeezy-jar of strawberry syrup—the deep red stuff you pour into milk to make a smoothie. He held out an arm, and ‘Berry hopped her forelegs up over it to reach the bottle he was holding aloft. That left her whole body on display, from chest to belly to—those bits below that I was getting a little more comfortable looking at now that it seemed I was being invited.
“Ready, girl?”
“Vap!”
“That’s right, you are.” He lowered the bottle and gave it a squeeze at the same time her muzzle closed around the nozzle. Neck bobbed, and her ear-fins folded back as she suckled—just like she had on my fingers.
Joel put the bottle down when she’d had a good glug. Then he opened his hand and rubbed his fingers over her belly. “Okay, give her just a moment here. It’s usually pretty quick, and—ah, there she is!”
There she was, indeed. The most remarkable pink hue formed over her upper belly, then slithered down one side. It twisted and spiralled eratically as it went, branching every few inches and adding a whole layer of fractal delight to the otherwise remarkable galaxy spiral of pink across her belly.
“Isn’t she something?” Huck commented as he watched me. I was transfixed. This couldn’t be normal for a vaporeon, was it? The way the colors melded and swirled across her midsection was hypnotizing. It lasted fifteen seconds at most, before the pink began to fade, and then disappeared entirely.
“That was amazing!” I finally let out in a gust.
‘Berry purred out a happy “Por!”, while Huck laughed. “Yeah. It’s an amazing little party trick.”
“Can she do it with other colors?”
Huck never stopped rubbing her belly (which was met with obvious approval) while he looked up at me. “Oh, did I not mention? Her middle name is Cream.”
“Strawberry Cream Swirl?”
“Mmhm.”
Huck looked at me. I looked at Strawberry Cream Swirl. She stared back at me with a quirk-lipped smile.
* * *
Fuck, her mouth felt good around my cock. She had her forelegs reaching forward and her webbed paws around the back of my nuts, crowding them into her nose and holding me to make sure I couldn’t pull too far back. She’d laid on her back, with Huck’s bed at just the right height to fit me snug against her muzzle. As I thrust, I watched the imprint of my cockhead sliding down her throat.
“She’s good, isn’t she?” Huck asked. Fuck yes, she was, but I couldn’t deny that the experience was being assisted remarkably well by the view of his own shaft disappearing into the vaporeon’s rather obscenely stretched slit. He was kneeling above her, hands around her midsection to help her push up against him.
His bed creaked beneath us. ‘Berry let out a muffled exclamation, then I saw her tongue snaking up to lick my crotch as she swallowed around the base of my cock. Her paws streaked out and grabbed my thighs, holding me deep.
“Heh, if you wanted to see what it looked like when a good girl cums, just watch.” So I did. She was suckling raggedly around my dick as her body squirmed between Huck and I. Her slit contracted, gripping visibly tighter every few seconds around Huck. He rolled his head back. “Oh. Fuck, ‘Berry, you’re good. Okay, and here’s her party trick again.”
I could see him throbbing too. He was cumming. He was cumming in her as she clenched around him. They—oh, fuck—this was too hot. I couldn’t stop myself. The tongue slithered around my shaft as I started to pulse, too. I was well past the point of no return as I saw the fant streak of creamy white climbing across her belly from its source at her slit, then turning to the side to form that lovely spiral I’d seen earlier. And I was there, too. Twitching and throbbing and spraying—and she was swallowing it down as fast as I could feed it to her.
A second later, I saw the matching trail start to wend its way down from her chest, turning the opposite direction as Huck’s, and diving in towards the spiral. With her suckling on my cock to get every drop of her treat, while her trainer filled her other end in visibly pulsing spurts, the two of us watched our respective cum-trails dance in her belly, then in wispy, creamy little tendrils, met in the center.