Chapter 25 - Elite Four Victory - Sylveon!

One of the hardest parts of being on the road, at least for Abby, was handling her sweet tooth. Sweets of all kinds were something of a love for her, but pastry fresh from the bakery held a special place in her heart, just barely below Pokecock. But it wasn't like you'd find a nice Cafe or a charming bakery in the middle of the forest or the depths of a desert. And there was little room in her backpack for any food that couldn't handle being sat on, dropped, kicked, forgotten for a day, rediscovered, fumbled into the fire, and generally mistreated. So her regular meals had to remain largely free of criminal amounts of sugar, and her dalliance with flaky crust restrained to her visits to towns. Thankfully, out of a desire not to go into withdrawal, Abby had found a solution that kept her sweet tooth sated. A substitute that scratched several itches all at once.

Ribbon reached back, the soft and dextrous ribbons that had given him his name digging softly into the plush softness of his flanks and pulling apart the full globes of his ass. It was a pretty sight, the cute and slightly prissy little 'Mon spreading himself for her approval. From the elegant little pucker to the huge, furry heaviness of his balls, there wasn't a single bit of him Abby didn't enjoy looking at. She spent a good few minutes just enjoying the view, grinning as Ribbon gave himself a wiggle that sent everything jiggling. The soft, feminine curve of rump bouncing enticingly even as fist-sized balls swayed back and forth, weighed down with the sheer volume of their contents. Abby wasn't known for her self-control, and it just wasn't a sight she could resist for long.

Ribbon let out a happy little sound as Abby’s lips made contact with the thick bridge of his taint, the soft flesh compressing slightly as she kissed it, her heavily made-up lips leaving yet another splash of pale blue on his creamy fur. The smell of him was richest here, thick and fragrant musk filling her nose, it was far less harsh than her other Pokemon, a sweet smell that filled her nose and made her think of warm ovens and powdered sugar. The scent of a bakery concentrated and distilled, and laced through with almost addictive musk.

But while it may have been more conventionally pleasant than for her other Pokemon, it was just as mind-meltingly effective, a rich cocktail of pheromones, hormones, and animalistic need that left her huffing up another lungful and groaning happily. Her nose pressed into the bulging bridge as her lips grappled with it, the single chaste kiss mark becoming a smear of color as she worked to express her mindless devotion. She had to tilt her head, twisting so she could wrap her lips around the soft bulge of flesh, sucking gently at it even as her tongue flicked and dragged along the sensitive stretch, Ribbon practically dancing back and forth on his paws as his trainer worked.

Arching his back, the femme Sylyveon pressed his hips back against his trainer, demanding more as she continued to kiss and worship his taint, her tongue wandering back and forth across the soft flesh as she hummed happily. An absent-minded, brain-dead sound as she breathed deeply, luxuriating in the taste and smell of him. Why worry about trying to haul a box of danishes up a mountain cliff, when she could press her nose deep into her Pokemon’s fur and inhale, her tongue dancing across soft fur and flesh as she got that sugary fix she needed so badly.

Slowly, she worked her way upward, kissing a trail of icy blue lipstick as she moved. Marking her path in the same vivid shade that decorated her faithful friend, until she found the soft rim of his pucker. Sweet and clean as she planted a kiss against it, framing it perfectly in blue as her tongue gave him a gentle caress, tracing the outer edge as Ribbon arched his back, enjoying the gentle and worshipful feel of his trainer rimming him. A human crouched on all fours and servicing him as if she was nothing better than a mindless beast in heat, too lost in lust to even realize how pathetic she was in that moment. 

But with the smell of sugar in her nose, she gave him another kiss and began to work her way downward, still lapping at the taut bridge of flesh as she moved to his balls, weighty and warm as her tongue pushed them into gentle, swaying motion. They were full and heavy, veins throbbing beneath the thin coat of soft fur. Abby could practically feel them bubble and churn beneath her tongue as she dragged the little pink muscle across their broad circumference, leaving a trail of glistening spit and smeared blue. Opening her mouth, she gently lifted one orb on her tongue and let it roll back into her welcoming maw, slurping and sucking gently on the fat sphere as her tongue lasted and wiggled across it. Letting it out with a soft pop, she continued her trail down to his cock itself, already spilled from its sheathe and hard as an iron bar. It was a pale pink, covered in delicate veins and with an already swelling knot at the base. Two thick half globes of flesh stuck to either side of a cock that already would have made a more prim and chaste woman's eyes water. It was, to Abby, a thing of beauty. So soft and feminine pink, but so achingly masculine when it spread her open. Her lips connected with Ribbon's knot and the effete Pokemon mewed in happiness, his cock twitching hard as his trainer added blue to the pink. He let her worship for several minutes, but he was achingly hard and getting antsy for more stimulation than the slow, careful kisses.

Ribbon tried to pull back, but as always, Abby was hesitant to let go of the dick in front of her. With a flick of his ribbons, he gave his trainer a dismissive little slap across the face, making her head jerk and pull back from the buffet she'd been buried in. With a languid and graceful motion, Ribbon turned and leaped up onto her head, front paws planted on the back of her neck as his cock poked at her cheek, smearing pre across her dark skin. The sweet smell of powdered sugar washed through her sinuses as she nuzzled against his pale, warm cock. His ribbons grabbed at her, one wrapping up in her hair as the other coiled around her neck, holding her tight as the Pokemon rolled his hips against her, the tip of his cock sliding along her collarbone and over her shoulder as she pressed her face against him and kissed his knot once more.

But her nose dragged her forward, hooked by the tempting scent of sweetness she worked her way across the swell of his knot to the furry rim of his sheathe, wrapped tight around the root of his cock. The smell was as thick here as it has been at the base of his balls, a fresh bakery scent that had Abby drooling as she gently nibbled the rim, her teeth lightly tugging at the loose skin as she pressed her nose into the fur. It was sugary heaven, and her sweet tooth ached happily even as her pussy gushed.

"Veon'" came the half growl, half purr from Ribbon, his paws kneading against her as his cock throbbed and drooled all over her back, a waterfall of sugary white that that traced the lines of her shoulder blades and the curve of her back. His ribbons tightened for a moment, forcing a gasp from Abby as he gently choked her. And when he released, the sudden draw of breath filled her lungs with the rich, sugary smell of the Pokemon’s pheromones.

The young trainer swayed for a moment, shivering as lust poured into her brain, extinguishing thought like a tidal wave crashing upon a campfire. For a moment her thoughts were nothing but swirling, sexual need and the desire to please. Mewling, a subservient little sound of mindless pleasure, Abby pressed herself harder against Ribbon, nuzzling his sheathe as he lifted a hind leg, giving her more room as he growled in purring, satisfied contentment.

Another gentle tug at the rim of his sheathe and she released it, the fur dyed blue from her lips. Her tongue pushed out, pink on pink, and dipped beneath, running a half circle along the root of his cock. Sandwiched on both sides by his warmth, the taste of him here like vanilla extract, almost painfully intense. But it made her face feel burning hot, and her whole body wobbly. It tasted like the need for sex, a feminine taste that somehow made Abby’s body burn with desperation for sex and pleasure. It felt like liquid fire in the pit of her stomach, a burning that pushed her to shove her tongue deeper even as her eyes rolled and Ribbon purred happily. She could have stayed there for hours, happily cleaning that neglected space beneath his shift, but Ribbon had enough of the teasing. He tightened his grip on her neck and dragged her back with his ribbon like it was a leash, Abby straining like the badly trained bitch she was, whining and desperate for more as his cock slapped against the side of her face. It took a few solid slaps with that weighty slab to settle her down, her face stinging as she stared up at her domineering little bitch boi as he showed her his pearly little fangs.

"Sylveon," he growled, lazy and indulgent as he tugged at her. Dragging his hips back until the pointed head of his cock rested lightly on her bottom lip, leaking thickly. The taste was like icing, thick and gloopy and sweet as she suckled it right from the tap. Her hands gave his knot a gentle squeeze, earning her another thick wash as if he was an icing bag decorating her tongue with swirls and loops of rich sweetness that she happily gobbled down. Her throat worked as she swallowed each thick pump, coating her throat with sweet, goopy cum and leaving her mouth tasting of sugar.

Slowly, the lithe Pokemon began to roll his hips, clutching ribbons holding her still as his tapered cock delved past her lips, sliding across her iced tongue, smearing all that careful decoration into a frothy mess that her spit washed into every corner of her mouth. A thin trickle, frothy and bubbly, oozed from the corner of her lips, dripping down her chin to dangle in a swaying string before snapping, splatting on the top of her bouncing tits. Further and further his cock pushed into her mouth, nudging the back of her throat as she tried to straighten out her neck, to give him an easier path forward. And soon his tip was no longer tickling her tonsils, but bulging the slender grace of her neck. A thick mark of his passage that rose and fell with each pressing buck of his hips. His ribbon tightened each time the bulge passed beneath the slender length, adding a bit of extra tightness that would make him throb and deposit another sticky smear of pre into Abby’s throat, turning it into a sloppy, welcoming tunnel for his cock. 

Spit and pre and slop bubble from her lips every time Ribbon pulled back, dredged up from her throat by the girth of the girly Pokemon’s decidedly unfeminine cock. It splashed onto Abby’s breasts and the grass beneath her, dewing the vibrant green with murky, frothy white. Deeper and deeper he pressed until his knot was pushing at her lips, Abby forced to kiss the swollen bulb each time Ribbon hump her face. She could feel the neediness growing in his motions, the way his paws clenched and kneaded against her shoulders, and how his ribbons twitched and tightened spasmodically. He was losing control, even as he grit his teeth and tried to soldier on, crashing his hips against his trainers flushed face with rising fervor. Swallowing hard, Abby spread her jaw as wide as she could, shoving her head forward even as Ribbon sent his hips flying toward her. His knot thudded against her lips, and the two pressed hard against each other.

Abby felt her jaw creak, lips burning at the corners as she grappled with the monstrous slab of bitch-tying meat, even as the panting Sylveon’s ribbons tugged hard at her neck and arm. The two struggled together for a moment, pushing and straining until there was a pop, and a flash of vague pain in Abby’s jaw, and his knot slid into her mouth. He filled the whole of it, pinning her tongue to the floor of her mouth even as his tip surged almost into her belly, jumping and spitting pre wildly as Ribbon cried out. Her cheeks bulged and she struggled to breathe, her throat spasming as she fought not to gag. There was too much, he was on the very edge of being too big for her to contain him. And he was still growing, his knot swelling up to lock them together as he started to cum.

The first pulse poured directly into her stomach, a hot wash of sweet warmth that was wasted, never even touching Abby’s tastebuds. The next few went the same way, poured directly into her stomach as she groaned, eyes fluttering as she felt the weight of it settling, her stomach slightly bloated. But Ribbon's heavy balls had plenty for his spunk-hungry trainer, as frilly and femme as he may have looked there was nothing girlish about those overproductive cumtanks. Soon enough Abby got a taste as her stomach, full beyond capacity, failed to contain what Ribbon could offer. Cum bubbled up into her already stuffed mouth, squirting from her stretched lips. The taste of sugar and sweetness sat heavy and full on her tongue, even as cum backed up into her sinuses, leaking from her nose as she gurgled and gasped, struggling to breathe. And while that may have been the worst of it, Ribbon was far from done, panting as every half minute his cock would twitch and his balls would squeeze out another helping of sweet, virile icing into his trainer's mouth, leaving her moaning softly, her breath bubbling through cum-tainted airways.

Ribbon twisted around, pushing off her head as he awkwardly squirmed around. Each motion dragged Abby, making her grunt in annoyance as his knot tested her jaw. But he wasn't trying to pull away, instead, he turned like the canine he was, trying to shift into the ass to ass position his kind used to wait out a knot. But with Abby’s lips locked around his base, all he accomplished was draping his heavy, still flexing nuts across her face, burying her nose in heated softness, and covering her eyes with his sack as it rested on the bridge of her nose.

Well, they were going to be like this for a while, so why not enjoy it? Abby let her eyes slowly unfocus as she breathed in deep, shuddering at the smell and letting out a vibrating little whine each time she felt Ribbon’s cock jerk in her throat, adding to her already heavy stomach. Slowly, carefully, she lifted a hand from the damp grass and let it creep back between her thighs as she balanced on one hand and both knees.

In the dark, smelling sugar and tasting cum, Abby pressed her fingers deep into her needy, dripping cunt.