No, I did NOT lick Glaceon in an inappropriate place ... !

No, I did NOT lick Glaceon in an inappropriate place ... !
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4. History
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Story

Issue

First Edition (1/18/24)

Summary

Anon desperately needs to sneak into the professor's lab without getting caught, but his Glaceon is making this a mouthful ...

History

First Edition (1/18/24)

Notes

Inspired by: >>>/trash/62662575
Written for: >>>/trash/62646802 sex with glaceon

Story

>leaving the house in the dark
>have a dark sheet over my head and upper body
>looks like something a muslim would wear
>hurrying as quick as i can to the local research lab
>while trying to avoid anyone seeing me
>"hey Anon! is that you under there?"

>turn around
>see rival
>shit!
>how does he know????
mmh!
>fuck maybe it was my shoes or pants or something
>"wheres Glaceon?"
>a quiet whimper escapes from under my makeshift hood
>i freeze
>not just because hes talking about my ice type
>"she should battle my Flareon!"
>the Flareon by his feet growls excitedly
mm-mmh!
>shake my sheet head and begin sprinting away
>"aww! you can't run from me forever Anon!"

>finally get to the research lab
>sneak through the back with the professors poorly hidden spare key
>lights are off
ith gonna be okay
>my mumbled words are awkwardly muffled in my disguise
>underneath i can feel a shiver and gasp in response
>rush to the library
>boot up the computer with the literature catalog
>dimly illuminates the front bookcases in an artificial glow
>old slowpoke piece of shit
>loads after a fucking eternity

>frantically type on the keyboard
>ICE TYPES
>GLACEON
>POKEMON CARE / HANDLING
>INJURIES AND TREATMENTS
>without my hands holding the sheet in place it slides off
>Glaceon gives a little squeal happy to not be smothered in hiding underneath the uncomfortable fabric
>but still writhing as shes firmly attached to my face
>she pulls herself up infront of my eyes while moaning
nooo Glathy! i cant thee!

>"how did you get in here Anon?"
>oh fuck
>oh fuck fuck FUCK!
>even if this was the professors lab
>hes the last person i wanted to see here
>"did you need help finding a book?"
>i stay perfectly still
>acting like my paralysis would make me invisible
>Glaceon on the other hand is doing the opposite
>shes wriggling around on my head and calling out

>"is there something wrong?"
>i hear the professor approaching
uh-uhh!
>my only movement this time is to turn away
>trying to face the back of my head to where i think he is
>not that he isnt getting a good view of Glaceon
>pushing herself into my mouth
>oh Arceus
>please dont start humping me ... !

>"Anon ... "
>"look at me"
>he speaks assertively but not harshly
>after years of obediently following the professors orders and instructions i reflexively comply
>before my brain can stop me from my final self incrimination
>he flicks on a nearby desk lamp
>it shines directly at me
>at us
>Glaceons paws slip from the top of my head
>i reach up and catch her
>but now the view is plain for all to see

>there i am
>open mouthed
>saliva dripping over Glaceons pokemon pussy
>my tongue frozen inside her
>with my inner lip quivering against her clit
>our fluids icy
>coating each others skin

>i wonder what lie the professor would most likely believe
>that my Glaceon just happened to decide this angle on my face would be perfect for her to sit as i slept
>or that i just wanted to give her a belly rub with my tongue
>sort of jokingly treating her like a popsicle!
>you know like what flavor would she be?
>only problem is i missed
>catastrophically