06-14-2006, 04:23 AM
Title: Sticky
Series Adventure 02
Characters: V-mon, Tailmon
Pairing: VeeTail
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 273
Note: After the horrible flyffiness of PataTail, I wanted to write a VeeTail to compensate. It wasn't originally supposed to be this suggestive, though, I swear!
"Ooooh..." I moan.
I have to. Whose stupid idea was it to come to the beach anyway? It's way too hot and sticky for that. With a long yawn, I stretch my arms behind me and...
Splat
shove one of them into the humongous soft serve V-mon is carrying. I sluggishly look over my shoulder at him and he begins to stammer an excuse. Poor thing. He looks so cute trying to piece a coherent answer and failing miserably at it. He's sporting a very nice shade of mauve too.
I shrug at him and raise the paw to my face. It's not that uncomfortable. It's rather cool. And as a plus, it's vanilla. I like vanilla. I stick my tongue out and lick the cream off, purring as the dairy taste flows in my mouth.
V-mon still stands there blushing, his lips hanging down and I chuckle at his look. Then I lean closer to him a bead of sweat forms on his forehead.
"Look," I point. "I splattered it all over your chest."
That blush of his deepens. If he keeps that up he will end up either fainting or getting the worst nosebleed ever. Without even being hit. That would be the depth of absurdity for this hardened handfighter.
I lean forth and lick cream off his finely scaled skin. It almost burns under my rough tongue. I look up at his face just in time to see his eyes roll backward as he falls over in a faint.
"The sun must have gotten to his head," I giggle to myself.
I lick my lips; now there's soft serve everywhere.
Series Adventure 02
Characters: V-mon, Tailmon
Pairing: VeeTail
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 273
Note: After the horrible flyffiness of PataTail, I wanted to write a VeeTail to compensate. It wasn't originally supposed to be this suggestive, though, I swear!
"Ooooh..." I moan.
I have to. Whose stupid idea was it to come to the beach anyway? It's way too hot and sticky for that. With a long yawn, I stretch my arms behind me and...
Splat
shove one of them into the humongous soft serve V-mon is carrying. I sluggishly look over my shoulder at him and he begins to stammer an excuse. Poor thing. He looks so cute trying to piece a coherent answer and failing miserably at it. He's sporting a very nice shade of mauve too.
I shrug at him and raise the paw to my face. It's not that uncomfortable. It's rather cool. And as a plus, it's vanilla. I like vanilla. I stick my tongue out and lick the cream off, purring as the dairy taste flows in my mouth.
V-mon still stands there blushing, his lips hanging down and I chuckle at his look. Then I lean closer to him a bead of sweat forms on his forehead.
"Look," I point. "I splattered it all over your chest."
That blush of his deepens. If he keeps that up he will end up either fainting or getting the worst nosebleed ever. Without even being hit. That would be the depth of absurdity for this hardened handfighter.
I lean forth and lick cream off his finely scaled skin. It almost burns under my rough tongue. I look up at his face just in time to see his eyes roll backward as he falls over in a faint.
"The sun must have gotten to his head," I giggle to myself.
I lick my lips; now there's soft serve everywhere.