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"Oh Arceus! Oh Arceus!," the Vanillite was screaming in his head. Creamy sweat ran down his sides and his normally frost breath drooled warm, white custard that oozed from a gaping mouth. His once solid courage had melted into timid slush and the cheery pokémon felt like he was more a pool of tears than the cheery ice cream cone he once was. If his arms were more than little nubs, he would have covered his face with them to hide his embarrassment.

In fact, some pichus had even come along one day and teased him saying their dicks were longer than his arm, which only added to the humiliation he was experiencing right now. What if he just wasn't good enough for his lover? What if she wanted a man capable of giving her back rubs everyday and these tiny nubs for arms just wouldn't do?

But, he had to do it. He had been preparing for months for this. The love of his life, the sweetest candy ever to roam the land, was only feet away on the other side of the candy shop. A swirled plethora of pink perfection and cherry cheer that pulled him towards her. He simply just had to nibble on that Swirlix's sweet cherry flavor that he dreamt of for so long. He wanted her to melt in his mouth so he could trace those tender clouds of cotton flesh with his tongue and lap the juices dribbling down his chin as he ate into her. He wanted to hear her moan as she melted into his tongue with pleasure and she dissolved against his taste buds. Mmm... candy cunninglingus.

No, no._ He was day-dreaming. He had to stay focused. Adorn in the finest set of finely-cut sprinkles, he knew he had come too far to stop now. He had all the pick-up lines memorized from a book that was quite the hassle to acquire from a group of rambunctious teens _(Oh, he could still feel the tongues) to prepare himself and, compared to the other Vanillites he was friends with, he knew had one of the largest icicle amongst them all. He discovered it when he and his friends came across a hole in a Gardevoir's wall that peered into her bedroom, and almost every night, they would all take turns peering into that hole and fapping their creamy load against a her outside wall. However, there was a quite a mess every night, so he had taken it upon himself to tell a certain group of Pichus where they could get free ice cream every night, but not to come any earlier or else the deal would be compromised.

So why couldn't he just be confident?! He took a deep breath and then he approached his soon-to-be cherry companion. But, for some reason, he could already feel humility's conflagration upon him.

~

"H-h-hello?" the Vanillite forced the words from a tongue that sloshed to find the syllables as he stood only inches away from his lover, a dreamy Swirlix.

"Hello?" his pink lover returned, looking at this vanilla stranger in wonder.

He would have blinked his eyelids if they hadn't melted off.

Oh fuck! What were one of those pick-up lines?

"W-w-w-will you be m-m-m..." he stammered.

"What?"

"Willllllllll you be m-m-my ch-ch-ch..."

"Excuse me?"

"W-will you be my ch-cherry?" he finished, taking a deep breath into liquid lungs to realize everyone in the well populated candy shop was looking at him. An astonished Aipom, staring Sandslash, and a Machamp with a mirthfully enchanted face all had their gaze fixated on the confused ice cream cone.

Immediately, she burst into laughter and jeered, "Pfft, did you just pee yourself?"

The trembling Vanillite looked down to see his cone leaking a heavy river that began puddling on the floor. Returning his eyes to where her gorgeous face once stood, he could hear her making her exit from the candy store with the small "chime" the door gave off when opened.

"No!" he shouted (What were those other pick-up lines?), "I want you to give me diabetes! You're the candy that melts in my mouth!"

She just kept laughing as she headed out the door into the busy city. He couldn't take that though. He had to stop her! Hastily, he moved to block her path with wintry quickness.

She stopped laughing and her smiling face descended into a frown.

"Listen here custard-cunt," she jabbed, "I'm not interested. I mean, just look at yourself."

The Vanillite looked down to see himself in a layer of ice cream sweat trickling off him like a constant, sugary waterfall.

"You're not ice cream," she continued, "you're a milkshake! A milkshake that jacks off his little icicle when nobody else is around. I've seen what you do near the Gardevoir's house with your sprinkled-shit friends and I don't want to see that anywhere near this candy shop. So get, I don't want to see you ever again or else I might tell that Gardevoir why she sees a few bloated pichus walking away from her house ev'ry time she gets up in the morning."

And with those words she promptly turned away, leaving her long lover in a drowning in a bitter slushee of despair. The sprinkles covering his face felt like molten caramel that cut into his custard flesh that pummeled the melting pokémon to the ground. Every ounce of sugar in his body was imploding like an erupting Peep in the microwave.

Was there anything he had left? He'd lost dignity. He'd lost love. He'd lost everything. The one he'd adored all of his life had just left him. Did he have anything left other than his proud icicle?

Then, his eyes slowly traced the shape a large spear of ice floating away in a stream of his own tears.

And the answer became quite clear.

~

Saddened by the current state of affairs, the lone ice cream sloshed gloomily into the public bar.The Snoozing Snorlax it was called, and as such, the owner was a pudgy Snorlax whose fat quaked with every earth-shaking step he took. Because of this, the bar was built excessively wider than most bars, to accommodate more space for the large pokémon as he made his way through. But it still wasn't uncommon for him to accidentally knock down the entire bar as he made a quick turn. That didn't stop customers though, as he carries the finest drinks in all of town. And as such, it was the only place the weeping ice cream cone could replenish himself.

He gloomily slumped down upon a bar stool, distancing himself from the other patrons, and motioned for the large Snorlax to make his way over.

"What would you like buddy?" the Snorlax questioned friendly way, his large face adorn with a large smile as if to not notice his pain. He had always acted that way and had always been a sort of father to the young Vanillite.

"Ohhh... just the... Leppa Lucifer.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" the obese pokémon's face frowning so low it was hanging off his chubby face in bags, "What's wrong buddy? The Leppa Lucifer will turn you into a puddle. How about the Cheery Chesto instead?"

"No, the Leppa Lucifer. I don't want to live to see tomorrow anyways."

The Snorlax sent an earthquaking bang into the bar that shook everyone's drinks. Everyone immediately turned his heads towards the large barkeep only for him to motion their concerned heads away.

He continued, "Don't talk about yourself that way. What happened buddy?"

With a bit of hesitation, the ice cream cone relinquished his story. The Snorlax just sat with a large finger against his cheek, the fat slowly molding around it, as he listened carefully to the his gloomy customer's story. Once the story was over though, the Snorlax just began laughing.

"Oh ho ho! Buddy! Listen, don't worry about it. You're a young lad and what you're going through is normal. This happens to about every man. Women around your age are almost always going to act like jerks."

"But... why?"

"Hormones. They're just exploding in women about this age."

"Like... pop rocks?"

"BANG! BANG! BANG!" with each 'BANG!' the Snorlax slammed his fist against his belly, causing it to ripple with impact with each hit. The Vanillite stifled a laugh. Then, the Snorlax continued, "Exactly like pop rocks. She's not thinkin' straight. Just move on with your life and don't go back to that candy shop. 'Sides, didn't you hear about the Lickitungs prowlin' around there. It's not safe. Stay away. A girl's not worth your life."

"There are... Lickitungs?" He cringed saying the name. Those monsters were feral beasts that lived for the sole purpose of eating candy. Protracted tongues to rip your insides out in clumps. Razor tastebuds to tear your creamy skin. And they beared an even fiercer appetite, never stopping at just one custard life. Just the thought alone made him shiver.

"Yep, came from up north. You better be careful out there."

"Yessir! Thank you so much! I feel like as good as the day I came out of the ice cream machine!"

"Great, I'll get ya a drink of Hoenn Heroes."

His mouth fell open. That stuff was prime and hard to come by.

"But sir?!"

"Hush," he put a fat finger to the icy pokémon's flapping mouth, "You've had a rough day. Just take it as my gift to you."

With that, the large Snorlax brought him a large glass of the fine liquid and then turned to attend other customers. The Vanillite wasn't actually old enough to drink alcohol, but the kind Snorlax allowed him to drink those that weren't. This was one of them, and the finest stuff there was at that. It's ingredients were secret to Snorlax, who made it himself, but for a hefty 1,000 poké, this drink was absurdly expensive and not one that should be simply given away.

He took a sip of strong vanilla and he seemingly began walking away all his problems. Instantly, a maelstrom of a cherry sweetness and heaven swept through his throat, dusting off his insides and making him feel fresh. The cacophony of his heart slowed and in surged the new energy of his masculinity. It pulsed through him and roared.

But, he didn't deserve this. His mind started to slump again and before he knew it, he drank the whole bottle. He looked up to the barkeep, who gave him a simple wave, and then headed out the door. He didn't feel safe after he heard of Lickitungs roaming about. But he kept pushing forward through night's dark gown. Home wasn't far away, and then he would be back with all his fellow Vanillites in that big, frozen storage container they maintained as their humble abode where he'd be safe. After all, he had heard of a sweet little Cherrim who got eaten by the horrors while venturing home in the dark just like he.

Suddenly, he stopped. Cherrims.

Cherrims, Cherrims, oh yes... those cherry bastards! His ice cold heart was pounding with glee. He felt like he was going to rocket out of the cone he was sitting in. Maybe that Swirlix dropped some of her hormones on him, because he felt like exploding. He could hardly contain the blasting excitement within him. Because, suddenly, the Snorlax's caustous words no long held sway as he knew how to gain the companionship of his strawberry lover.

~

"So if you get cotton pussy, I get to join in, right?"

"Shut up!" the Vanillite hushed the plump, pink cherry on my head to quiet. He had agreed to the ice cream cone's quick scheme as long as the Vanillite bought him some candy, but now he was wanting far more, "We never agreed!"

"But would you rather I start growin' a big fat and red gummy worm while sittin' on your head right in the middle of it? You know I can't hold that back, the birds crave it."

"Listen, if the plan actually works that far and I get to put my juicy drop pop inside her, I'll just give you my wallet and you can take off."

"Mmm... well... alright. Fine. I'll do it. I might be able to scare those fucking seedots to get out of my tree if I eat some Nutter Butters in front of'em."

The duo were getting closer to the candy shop now. It was early morning and nobody was there except his Swirlix lover who arrived extra early to get the best selection of candy. She was trusted friend with the candy shop owner, a buff Machamp, and because of this, he loaned her his keys every morning so she could get in an hour earlier and make her prime selections. His one agreement was just that she'd leave the door open so he could get in an hour later. How the Swirlix knew all this, well, it was best if that was just kept a secret along with the hole in Gardevoir's wall.

But, oh Almond Joy, the ice cream cone's heart was pounding. But he was sure, if he had a gleaming red cherry upon my head, the candy crown, there was no way she could turn him down. He, a beautiful sundae, would be the glorious king, of the candy shop. All the gumdrops, chocolate and Skittles in the candy store would be forced to salute me as he walked by to salute their custard czar. And he would just walk down that aisle with his cute and charming dairy queen.

The familiar "chime" of the candy shop awoke him from his daydream. He was nearly at the door now, and his fruity crown was settling down upon his head. He gleamed with a glorious sheen of vanilla white. How could she turn him down? And with a quick 'swish' accompanied by a familiar "chime" he stepped inside only to become an even shinier huckleberry purple.

~

"YOU REESE'S PIECES PEANUT BUTTER FUCK!" she screamed in rage, lobbing a pile of M&Ms at her sugary wooer that quickly clung to his custard flesh.

"I'm gonna stick a Whatchamacallit up your ass and snap it in half like a Kit-Kat!" she continued in rage as she flung a myriad of different colored jelly beans at his swirled head, staining it with a rainbow of colors.

"But please, my cherry queen. Don't you understand your love, beauty and sweetness are the three musketeers that have captured my heart? You're the Baby Ruth that has slammed home my love's consent," he tried to calm his pop-rock exploding lover. But, it only made it worse. The cherry adorn upon his head was stifling its laughter, it wasn't like it mattered anymore anyway. The plan had failed.

"The only thing I'm slammin' home are your fat whoppers, hard enough to make your stars burst," Now she was throwing chocolate bunnearies at him. They stuck to him momentarily before being sucked into his creamy white flesh. Was it stealing if he kept them? Oh well, it didn't matter. He had to calm his enraged lover.

"Please my sweettart, let us be two Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and we, together, can share the same wrapper." As he announced this, his belovéd sugary sweet had suddenly become quiet. Had he won? But, staring at her, she only returned a shivering gaze. It only left him confused. Rage, now fear?

Suddenly, she screamed, pink saliva spilling forth from her lips as she turned and ran. The saddened ice cream cone was about to fall to the floor and cry the frozen tears he usually did when he suddenly realized he no longer heard the stifled laughter atop his head. In fact, where was he? Perhaps he just grabbed one of the chocolate bunnies and left, content with his prize. Maybe that was also why he heard the loud chewing behind him. Hesitantly, he turned around.

Behind him a pink beast stood. Saliva stained red dripped floor in a bloodlust slew. Like tar, it oozed in thick clots that draped a moist and fat throbbing tongue. Slowly, the Vanillite's eyes trailed up the curtain of dripping flesh and gore to find his friend in the hands of a pink monster whose fat paws clawed into the fruit husk that slowly deflated with extracted organs. Only half of his once plump body remained: the face. A face that stared back as if to ask "Why?" with every jolt of tastebuds and death that ran through his cadaver. The blood oozing like an endless spring from the fountain of fatality.

With the torturous image to stain the ice cream cone's mind, he turned and ran. Or else, just like his friend, he wouldn't even have time to scream.

~

Huddled in the dark corner of a pantry, the two candy sweets bathed each other in a shower of fear. Outside they could hear the crashing of jars as they were sent shattering in the pink monster's rampaging search for his sugary sacrifices to a pulsing stomach. Like a metal detector, his his mammoth tongue hovered over everything as he greedily gobbled up the air in search for life. His saliva raked the blood along his tongue to the ground where it coated the floor.

The custard pokémon then looked over to his cotton lover and realized her face was moist with pink tears that looked like blood in the darkness that draped them. But with every step of the the pink villain, the doors of the pantry shook, sending the duo's hearts ricocheting off each other.

Cradling his soothing voice, he nourished a whisper, "Hey, we just have to wait an hour. Then, Machamp will get back and we'll be safe from the demon."

She sputtered some words to respond, "No. We're doomed as much as a Snickers bar in a peanut festival. We're dead, and no amount of tears will soothe the burn of stomach acid."

The ice cream pokémon was startled by this response barren of fury. Where were her pop-rocks? Taking a moment of thought, he breathed, "No, we'll make it. Just an hour."

Doing her best to shout a whisper, she screamed a whisper, "An hour of torture! An hour of misery! I can't take it!" Then, the Vanillite saw she was raising a firm glass of Leppa Lucifer to her lips, "This is the only way I'll be able to escape the pain of my insides being churned inside of a flesh cave, ripping me apart strand by strand until my body dissolves into nothing. I don't want to suffer the burning lava of saliva across my skin. We're already dead. Finished. Our time is up." With that she raised the glass and cradled the rim with her lips and prepared herself to drink the heavenly-fatal liquid that would bring her the salvation she craved.

"No!" the Vanillite whispered a scream, his cool breath pooling forth from his lips to wrap around the fatal refreshment. As the liquid traversed down the bottle and descended towards awaiting lips, it was halted, frozen, by an ice cream cone's frost breath. Unaware, she continued to wrap her pert lips around the glass bottle. But, when none came out, she shook the bottle erratically for the drop that would end her life. Peering her eyes inside, though, she realized the liquid that would bring her peace was frozen and the tears that streamed down only added to the liquid.

She looked at the Vanillite whom accompanied her with a gaze that spoke of nightmare. She had shared the same horrors as he, watching a friend once there mashed into a smoothie of organs. They had both seen the cherry's heart still beating as he exhausted final breaths of gasps of breath through a mouth that dribbled purple agony. And as she looked at him, her eyes grew wider and wider as if to ask 'Why?'. First he broke into her store, and now he wished her to be tortured before death. Why did he curse her with such suffering?

Strangely though, when he pushed his frozen body against hers and wrapped her soft body with his tiny nubs, she didn't resist. Perhaps the matter of death was more at hand than encroaching arms. He was so close now, her tears froze as soon as they inched from her face. Then suddenly, he leaned close and placed a frost kiss on her cheek.

He breathed into her ear, "Don't kill yourself. We still have Hershey Kisses to unwrap together."

She looked up to him and stammered a response, "I-I-I-..." She couldn't answer him. Had his nippy breath frozen her lips? Maybe that's why she couldn't move as he went for another one. She could feel her insides swept with blizzards as sweet saliva snowed into her throat and coated it in prurient snowfall. Then, she gazed into the shivering mountain tops of his eyes as he gazed into hers and, together, they swept each other off into a white blanket of lust almost unaware of the horrors outside.

~

The Vanillite's plump lips traced across a body that shook to his tender touch. His tongue grazed a pasture of cotton grass and feasted upon love at its most pure, searching for candied euphoria. His tongue dived into deep pools of fur and weaved through knitted cotton. But, at a spot just inches from her delicate face, he noticed she gave off a slight moan when he went over a small bump on her chest.

He did it again. Once more, she moaned as he extracted the sugar from her body through the small protrusion of flesh on her breast. His moist organ eagerly explored, circling and fondling the tip as she shivered a bit to the tendrils of icy breath that shook her. She let a small, yet cute moan as he poked her nipple with his tongue as if her breast a fire to stoke.

Her tiny moans pushed him further into his spur of love, as he unhinged his icy jaw as far as it could and pressed a flesh tongue around it that soon molded to fit. The forst nipped and tickled her and she released a hefty gasped that was soon seized by an icy breath from her lover and along with the radiant moans quickly that became icicles hanging from her lip. But frost held her prisoner and she was forced to endure the endless waves of prurient lust that annexed her struggling body.

Until finally, the lust was too much and she bit her lip as she whispered in contained lust, "I'm gonna cream!" and then pink fluids filled the cone she wore with her own fluids so much that they began to drip from the tip. The Vanillite just smiled and brought his tongue back to her lips for another kiss that lasted for what seemed and then retreated, tongue dangling in the air.

But his tongue was dwarfed compared to what stood behind him.

~

"Mmm,delicous," the Licktung observed aloud, his gaze fixated on the myriad of candy the Vanillite had stuck to his face. His huge tongue unrolled, a collage of the egregious tastebuds he would soon use to mutilate the lovers. "I've never seen ice cream with so many toppings before."

The Vanillite simply froze in fear as the hand of death slowly reached out to him. Closer and closer it approached, sweating the liquids that would soon mean his demise. He could see saliva jumping across the tongue like boiling water that hissed with the ferocity of demons. The ice cream pokémon tried to turn, but the corner of cabinet denied his escape. The only thing to aid him in the approaching death, were the nubs he had wrapped around his lover.

Then, it hit him. Like magma, the saliva pierced through him and slowly melted off his flesh with a heavy slurp. Each flick of the tongue peeled off more of his icy flesh as the cotton candy queen only looked on in horror. She screamed aloud, "Stop! Stop!" but the hiss and crackle only continued against her lover's flesh as it melted off.

Panic was pulsing through her veins but in the corner of her eye she saw her savior. A gleaming bottle of holy water. The bottle that would banish the demon that had come to torture them. A life-saving liquid: Leppa Lucifer. It was on the floor in the middle of the candy shop. It must of rolled out when the cabinet was opened. Looking at it, she took a deep breath, then, she sprung for it.

The Lickitung tried to flick his tongue to halt her path, but she was too quick, too like the lightning. She hopped over the bastion of flesh and dashed to the bottle that laid on the floor. Without the aid of hands, she struggled, but eventually, she wrapped her lips around the bottom of the bottle and lifted it only for it to knocked out with the swat of a tongue.

The bottle shot across the room. As the Swirlix watched it flying away, the Lickitung flicked his tongue again and pierced her cotton flesh. She could feel her flesh melting to the candy dissolving acid that melted through her and transformed her once pink flesh into a goopy caramel liquid. Seeing this, a distressed Vanillite, freed from a tastebud torture chamber, made his own dash for the bottle.

He lifted it, and out of the corner of his eye, he could spot the pink demon running closer and closer with the promise of a swift mortality. But he was prepared, and as the Lickitung approached, the Vanillite turned the bottle and let loose the eruption that would cease the encroaching death. Unfortunately, none came out; the bottle was frozen. The ice cream pokemon's flashed a look of horror as the jaws of doom hovered above and prepared himself to sing the song of agony. But looking up, not a single note came because, looking above, the Lickitung timbered to the ground with death inscribed across his carcass and a knife in his abdomen. The Vanillite then looked up to see the pudgy cheeks that dangled above the collapsed pokemon.

And they didn't look happy.

~

"Put some clothes on," the Snorlax ordered the sniveling Swirlix, "and then get to the cotton candy machine." She obeyed, her float having a bit of a hobble as she made her way to the machine that would provided her with flesh to replace the lost. Then, he turned his gaze to the injured Vanillite before him. But, he didn't know what to say back.

"Are you an ice cream or an Airhead?" he asked. The Vanillite was shocked at this tone from such a friendly face.

"An ice cream?" the ice cream pokémon answered, but he could already see the disapproving gaze.

"Look at this," the Snorlax peered down to the cherry cadaver, "He's dead because of you."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to?"

"You disobeyed me and now he's as hollow as a sugar-free pixie stick."

"I'm sorry?"

"Don't apologize. I don't care about him. I just don't want you getting hurt." Snorlax confessed.

The Vanillite was shocked by the friendly pokémon's ignorance of death, but he tossed that aside as to inquire,"So... I can go home now?"

The Snorlax went wide-eyed with concern, "Oh no no no no. I don't want you sleeping in that refrigerator. Go to my home, you know where it is. Go there, you've had a long day."

"But back at home, my family can heal these wounds," the Vanillite pointed with a nub at a gaping wound in his face.

"Oh no. Just go home. I'll buy you some vanilla ice cream you can use to patch yourself up. Everything will be fine," Snorlax looked questionably scared. Then, he added, "And also, stay away from that frosted Hot Tamale you call your lover from now on."

So the injured Vanillite, after some thorough self-convincing, did what he was told and hobbled back to the Snorlax's home where he would await the ice cream that would be his first aid. But, looking back at the store for a brief moment, he noticed the cherry corpse was already gone and the Snorlax had a mysterious lump protruding from his belly.

~

Relaxing in the comfort of a bed, he tried to withdraw his strength after nearly being consumed. The Snorlax had, as promised, delivered the ice cream he purchased from Machamp after cleaning up the mess and the Vanillite had patched himself up with that good as new. He heard Swirlix had done much the same, and patched herself up with cotton candy. However, when the Vanillite had inquired on what had happened to Cherrim, Snorlax just shrugged it off and said it was taken care of . But, Snorlax was mostly concerned he stayed away from his cotton love. However, judging by the pulsing in his heart, he imagined that was only impossible.

Then, he heard the window swing open. Looks like it was for she as well.

She climbed in through the window, moonlight clinging to her sexy form as she wore a wedding dress of night that clung to her body. The Vanillite just sat in his bed, mouth gaping.

He smirked and asked her, "I see you came back for this crumpled Reese's wrapper. A sexy girl like you should have the candy store to choose from."

She just blushed a smile and looked back, "Mmm... not my first choice, but... choosers can't be spoiled. After all, I still didn't get to try your Zero bar."

"Well, then you'll be even more surprised as to what's inside."

Then, the ice cream cone's eyes widened in lust as his cotton lover flicked off her clothes, the only thing cotton candy would wear, a paper cone she flicked off with ease. Now desolate of clothing, her moist pink of sex stood unimpeded by any barriers and his eyes greedily attacked it. It's ceaseless glow told the tales of all whom had entered had left with the same goopy sheen of purple that oozed down its sides. It trickled down and rolled across her candy flesh to stained her fur, what he thought was impossible, an even deeper shade of pink.

But what he enjoyed the most was the smell. The smells he'd alway dreamed of now filled his nose. The smells that rung of of a candy orgy inside of her as her pussy gaped open as if asking for him to hand in his invitation. He inhaled, taking a deep breath to bloat his frosty lungs. Mmm... strawberry.

~

The smiling ice cream laid down on his back to observe her nude sex as she continued to ooze her cherry honey from her candy insides. She leaned down and breathed into his ear, "You're gonna learn why I'm called a tootsie pop. I'm sweet on the outside, but even more on the inside." Then, slowly, she lowered her body until her dripping sex came in contact with his pussy seizing frost.

She shuddered. "Whoo, that's cold. But it's okay, I've shoved popsicles up there before. Besides," she quickly glanced to her slobbering pussy, "I can't wait for you to turn my two cookies into an ice cream sandwich."

"Oh Arceus, keep talking that way and I'm going to melt. You already did that to my icicle when you rejected me," he frowned when he admitted that and was shocked by the return of a devilish smile.

"Oh sugar, I can fix that." Then, she began to run her plump clit (which looked oddly like an M&M) along his frozen torso, causing her to shiver with pleasure as frost bombarded her inner walls. Doing this, she quickly worked up a pace that contorted her face to pleasure's strings as they played a melody of moans. If orgasm was a song, she was going to be singing it soon.

But, Vanillite wasn't focused on the harmony of moans that left her mouth. Instead, his eyes just admired her gorgeous sex as it ice skated across his body, every lap bringing her closer to the orgasm she craved until she at last released the muffled gasp he was ready for, "Oh, I'm creaming!"

Suddenly, pink goop splayed onto her lover's body and coated him in a pink sheen. But unlike normal cum, it reminded the ice cream pokémon more of yogurt as it gushed from her cunt and dressed his body in the thick, pink liquid that gave a satisfying "hiss" as her warm fluids hit his cold skin. But, as soon as she stopped, instead of relaxing, she began to mold the purple liquid. She worked at a brisk pace, competing against the Vanillite's icy breath as she worked the shape into a small spire.

~

As it froze, the girl moved back to admire her handiwork. A solid purple obelisk that stood erect and the ice cream pokémon gleefully noticed was even bigger than the cock he had before. She smiled announced, "See? I told you I can fix it. Now I don't wanna hear excuses. Bury your plump purple popsicle in my pudgy pink pussy. Now."

Obediently (and quite happily), he followed orders, delving his throbbing frozen yogurt back into the container where it once came from, stroking her inner folds with a frozen dong. She shivered as the purple probe burrowed into her oozing flesh and shook her with pleasure. The dong was so thick, her cunt had to stretch painfully wide to accommodate such massive size. She had to wince with every thrust, but the pleasure of it was just too rewarding to stop. She just knew "King Size" would be the perfect fit.

Her up and down thrusts only grew more erratic as she craved the feeling that would make her pussy quake and pulse, forcing her to expel the purple fluids she wanted to coat her lover with. Every time she thrust into the purple dong, her pussy roared a loud squelch that brought her closer and closer to the feeling she craved more than any candy she could think of. (Except maybe Skittles.)

Another thrust caused her to shiver as she was brought closer to orgasm. Oh, forget Skittles! This was the feeling she craved. The feeling she needed. The only feeling she cared about. No candy could make her body shiver this way.

She whisper screamed once more, "I'm gonna creeeeaaaammmm!" And with that, she orgasmed, releasing the laffy taffy of vaginal fluids that splayed across the purple dong inside her and down upon an icy chest. Her soft fluids radiated a sweet candy smell as they descended down the ice cream pokémon's lap continued down to seep into his enormous head.

The purple juices soaked into the Vanillite's head and made a new flavor of ice cream indescribable except by the breath-taking taste which stained his, once white, head a deep shade of purple. Perhaps it was this shade of purple that propelled him to climax as well, forcing him to pump copious amounts of vanilla semen through his new dong that mixed with her purple juices to produce a pink mixture that filled her pussy to the brim.

The pink ice cream cone couldn't be any happier being a mess of both his and his lover's juices. But, looking to the ajar door, he could see a face that wasn't quite as happy as he.

~

"Get out of here slut! You're no better than the green M&M, whore!" Snorlax pointed a chubby arm at his cotton candy lover and screamed high-pitched squeals that could only be described as "ear-piercing". His eyes were wild with hatred.

Vanillite was shocked at this attitude from the pokémon he considered a father. He may have been kind with letting him drink Hoenn Heroes, but this was just something he couldn't endure, "Hey! You don't speak to her that way! Stop being such a Cracker Jack-ass!"

"I told you to stay away!" the Snorlax was seething with anger now as he glared at the pokémon with a purple dong.

"Hey jello-jerk off!" Swirlix interrupted, "You're fatter than a jawbreaker, so how about you roll out of here before I give you one!?"

The Snorlax looked down to the ground and growled, "Such disrespect... in my own home. You don't listen and now you don't give me any respect. This is unbelievable," Suddenly, he looked up and screamed, "SUCH DISRESPECT!"

"What's wrong Snorlax?" Vanillite was worried now. Snorlax never acted this way.

"You've tainted the flavor," he hissed, "TAINTED IT! I saved him from that Lickitung only for you to taint him. I would have killed you if Machamp wasn't so close by."

Vanillite gulped, "What do you??"

"What do you think Hoenn Heroes is really made of you Dubble Bubble dumbass?" He spat out, his hot breath the gates to Hell.

The shaking Vanillite gulped. He suddenly felt his stomach turning inside out to release its contents. He could already feel it quaking to the laughs of his friends he had spent night after night with at Gardevoir's house. The ones whom had always been there to help him when he needed it most and were there to encourage him when he told them about his passion for Swirlix. They had even lended him the sprinkles. But now, they were boiling inside his own stomach.

Soon enough, he couldn't hold it back, and he vomited, releasing neapolitan contents all over the bed. He could barely move. The room was spinning and he thought he could hear Swirlix screaming, but all he could hear was the cacophony of souls in his stomach. They were all singing that they hated him. If he could just rip his stomach out, then he wouldn't have to face the pain. But with his little nubs, weren't strong enough. He scraped them across his chest, but they only slid off worthlessly. Perhaps that's why he didn't struggle when the obese Snorlax picked held him up, and one by one, started to take bite after bite out of him. The Snorlax wanted to taste the suffering, after all, he couldn't be used for anything useful.

"Stop it!" the Swirlix screamed, "Stop it please, you're killing him!"

It was no use no amount of screaming could stop the massacre of custard flesh before her very eyes, watching her lover torn apart piece by piece. But with every bite, she could feel it out of herself as well.

She creamed, "STOP!" and pounded on his chest, but every blow just bounced off and with every time she tried again, another bite was taken out her lover.

Taking a moment the Snorlax paused and replied, "Hush girl, stop being such a Push-Pop in my rear."

"I not going to let you kill him!"

"Very well," the Snorlax replied. Then, with his free hand, he swatted it down and grabbed the cotton candy girl, and together he both held them above his gaping maw. A volcano of saliva hovered below them and they she embraced herself for the eruption of tongue she would soon be forced to endure. But, looking over to her lover, and least she would die with a fellow sweetheart. And she could accept that.

A pernicious tongue suddenly seared over her and her flesh burned. But she was enduring it with her lover, just like at the candy shop with the Lickitungs. Except, this time fate was to give no mercy. Death was destiny. But, she felt strangely happy at this as well. Earlier, the Vanillite had asked her if they could both be Reese's Pieces Peanut Butter cups that shared the same wrapper. At least, if they were to die, they could share a coffin in the same stomach. That was something she could be happy about.

Death was swarming on her face like vipers now, filling her to the brim with teeth as they fill her with the venom of saliva. Like scales, the slithering tongue crawled against her skin and constricted her of mercy. Fatality- fingering oblivion crawled through her wounds and sucked them dry of the sweetness. But her pain was nothing, for compared to her lover, all she had was a paper cut. Darkness was slowly rising upon her. So, she closed her eyes and the cotton candy girl fell knew she would soon take her place among the clouds. But, at least she would be the pinkest of them all.

But suddenly, in the midst of the darkness: lightning flashed, the serpents retreated and she hit the ground. She heard a loud slam as the behemoth that once held her crashed to the ground asleep. Slowly, she opened her eyes and spotted her lover lying beside her. Crawling towards him with the little strength she could muster, she pressed her warm body against his. And with what little residue remained in his cone, he looked back at her and cried.

~

"Pichus, why did you save me?! Kill me! I ate my own brothers like in the Cinnamon Toast Crunch commercials!"

The group of mice that stood in the corner answered, "Looks like we have something in common then. We both have a little of your brothers inside us."

The Vanillite was sniffling away. The Pichus had not only saved the trouble sweethearts, but had even carried them all the way back to Machamps, where they were promptly delivered the candy they needed to be healed.

"Oh Arceus, why would you say that!?"

"You see, we broke our promise. We came early and saw why the ice cream you've been feeding us alway had too much rock salt. It's fortunate we did though, because we also came to see Snorlax grabbing them all up and stuffing them inside his ice cream truck before he came home to you. We followed him all the way home, following a trail of ice cream that leaked from the truck until we came to Snorlax's house. Snorlax left the truck to grab you too and put you inside, which is when ran up to the truck and released all your friends. Then we went inside and knocked Snorlax out with a jolt of pichu powered electricity. And after that was over, we called Officer Gardevoir and she put Snorlax in poké prison. Although, your little peeping hole might have a plug in it from now on when you go back there with your friends," the Pichus smiled.

Vanillites face lit up in disbelief. "They're alive?" The vanilla tears were streaming down his face. He jumped in the air, "They're alive!"

"As alive as pop-rocks."

Pop rocks?

The Vanillite suddenly remembered his cotton lover and looked over to her. He couldn't see her, but hearing the familiar "chime", he ran to the door. She was walking away. He caught up to her. Something seemed to have possessed the girl, as she hid her beautiful face by looking down at the ground.

"What's wrong?" he asked her with great concern.

"We didn't get to share the same wrapper," she responded with sadness eminent.

To which, he wrapped his tiny nubs around her and replied, "No wrapper remains closed forever. Eventually, it opens to which we can only look out and enjoy life. If it'll make you feel better, we can go inside Machamp's refrigerator and start making some Baby Ruths together. h, and by the way, can I get a new icicle? Pokémon are staring at my giant purple dong."

Her frown at last cracked a smile as she added, "Of course not, is there any candy that's sweeter than the one on your cone?"

And, running back inside the candy shop with his lover, it completely slipped his mind what was actually in the Hoenn Heroes he drank.

THE END