A Tale of Grass & Fire Chapter 6.5: Cleanup
#7 of A Tale of Grass & Fire
Rather short, but this was just something quick so my later story upload can have quite a bit more meat to it. Same old, same old: Comment what you like, what you don't, or just suggestions that you feel could be a good story or scene in one!
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Grovyle was the first to wake up of the three, his arms pinned to his sides by the tight embrace of his trainer, Jake. Quilava was snoring atop the human's chest, faint embers sparking up from her neck and rear vents. Laying on his back, Grovyle could see the tip of the tint was a shade brighter than the rest, and that it was very early in the morning. He had the thought to go back to sleep, but a nagging feeling prodded at him for a few minutes before he decided to get up.
Daintily removing his trainer's arm from his side, Grovyle eased his way out of the tent as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb the two's peaceful slumber. Stepping out, Grovyle nearly shivered from the cold breeze that immediately washed over him, especially around his crotch. Glancing down, Grovyle noticed that his groin was still caked in the fluids from the night prior.
Whipping his head around quickly for any would-be onlookers, Grovyle poked his head back into the tent to confirm that the fire-type and Jake were... yep. From Jake's naked and stained crotch to Quilava's matted and clumped fur around her rear end practically wrote out their activities for all to see.
Closing the tent flap, Grovyle looked towards the other trainer's tent, waiting for any movement or noise that she was awake. Thankfully he saw or heard neither, but the matter of cleaning the mess the three had made was one he had to hurry before she or her pokemon woke up.
The campfire they had snuffed out after dinner sat between the two tents, a ring of stones keeping the ashes somewhat contained, and beside it was the two pails Pichu and Dawn's Grotle had taken to collect water.
Both of which he would need to wash away any of their evidence, the thought itself feeling a tad bit... odd, given he never bothered with being clean before. Perhaps Jake was rubbing off on him, in more ways than one.
Sadly what little water that remained in the buckets had been dirtied in the night, twigs and leaves having somehow found their way into the two buckets. Giving a sigh of annoyance, Grovyle dumped the dirty water from both buckets and picked them up. He'd have to collect the water himself if he wanted to clean up the mess splattered on himself and the two still snoozing in the tent.
Problem was, he had no clue where Grotle had taken Pichu to collect the water. Jake's pokedex had said something about the grass-type leading pokemon to fresh water, but he could hardly ask her, given the mess he was trying to avoid revealing, and that she was most likely still in her pokeball as he didn't see her anywhere around.
Still, Grovyle had at least seen the direction they had headed, so perhaps he could just find wherever the water had come from. Hopefully. Hefting the now empty buckets, Grovyle took another glance at the two tents before walking into the sparse forest towards the cliffs that lined one of the mountain's edges, and where he thought Grotle had taken Pichu.
Just as he was stepping past the first few tree's, Grovyle felt something catch onto his leg and trip him forwards, the buckets flinging into the air as his arms swung wide to bury his claws into the tree before he landed.
One of the buckets landed just in front of Grovyle, a metal twang reverberating through the quiet morning air, buncing once, then twice until it came to a stop. Grovyle stood up and glanced back at what he had tripped on, assuming it to be a root or something he had simply missed.
He was only partially correct. A green vine slithered away from where he had been tripped, ducking behind the tree like a coward. Grumbling aloud, Grovyle dislodged his claws from the tree and rounded towards whoever thought they could play such a prank on him, the reason for his quiet actions lost for the moment.
Whatever pokemon that had decided to try and play games with him wasn't making any moves to try and run, given the lack of stomping or what passed for laughter from most pokemon. As Grovyle rounded to where the pokemon trickster was, the grass-type didn't expect to bash his beak right into the tree trunk thick leg of the culprit almost immediately.
He gave a annoyed yelp, rubbing his snout as he glanced upwards at.... Grotle? She glanced down at him, her olive eyes darting from his wide eyes to the obvious mess splattered over his crotch. Grovyle's own eyes followed her gaze, the realisation dawning on him as she glanced downward just long enough, and his immediate reaction being to scurry back around the tree and out of sight.
He could hear a deep, rumbly chuckle leave the turtle pokemon's throat as he gave an audible squabble of surprise. Snaking another of her vines around the tree, Grotle grabbed the surprised grass-type by the leg and pulled him from his hiding place, a calm smile on her yellow jaw as he dragged his claws against the ground, then the tree as she pulled him towards her.
Lifting up Grovyle upside down, Grotle brought his eyes up to meet his, keeping a tight grip as the pokemon struggled to escape her grasp. Grovyle expected her to ask the obvious question question, to badger him about just what he had been doing the night before. Thankfully neither happened, instead Grotle planted a short kiss on the tip of the pokemon's beak. Then she dropped him down low enough to level his crotch with her face.
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Grovyle gave a startled moan as the larger pokemon's tongue slowly lapped over his entire groin the tip of his member jutting free of its own will. Grotle gave the grass-type another lick, tasting the mix of dried fluids that caked his body as if she were some sort of connoisseur.
The upside-down pokemon reached out to try and grab something to pull himself away from Grotle, his claws just barely raking the tips of grass as she gave his stained leg a lick. Blood rushed to his head as the grass-type's licking slowly rocked him back and forth, grounding his emerging dong against her tongue whenever possible. Given her clear size advantage, Grotle's tongue enveloped the smaller pokemon's entire groin with one stroke, her massive tastebuds rubbing against his shaft forcing more moans of pleasure from the now dizzy pokemon.
The larger grass-type twisted the pokemon around slowly, teasing the pokemon as she slowly cleaned off every bit of the acts he had been a part of with a few strokes of her massive tongue. Given the mixed fluids, she was having trouble discerning just who he had enjoyed the company with, a mystery she was certainly having fun solving by taste alone.
She hardly got the chance to toy with a male, given the feisty attitude Piplup would use to spring free from her traps, but Grovyle wasn't so prepared for her tricks. Now with the male's butt facing her, Grotle gave a long like between his muscled cheeks, spurring another fit of moans and wriggling from him that brought a few giggles bubbling from her.
An idea sparked in Grotle's head as she finished cleaning the Grovyle's leg that dangled unconstricted in the air, having finished giving the grass-type a thorough tongue bath. Being the one-pokemon cleanup crew for the destructive Piplup, Grotle brough another vine to coil around his waist, the one bound around his ankle slowly unwinding as she uprighted the still extremely dazed pokemon.
Blood rushed back from his head as Grotle gave another lick to the pokemon's fully erect cock, a shiver running up the grass-type as a thin streak of pre jumped from his member. Grovyle didn't notice the green vine that had been latched to his leg make its way between his legs, sliding between his toned rear until it pressed against the star tucked between his cheeks.
Grotle cooed with joy as she felt her captive press against the tip of the vine, feeling it prod at his orifice and making his cock jump from just the touch. With the pokemon willing and more than a little at her mercy, Grotle slowly lowered the pokemon onto her stock-still vine, letting his weight slowly spread the puckered hole wide enough for her vine to invade his dark depths.
Grovyle's tongue lulled out from his agape mouth as the vine slowly sunk into him with little to no resistance. What it lacked in girth and size, which was a lot, the vine made up for by stroking and prodding against his inner walls with remarkable precision, each touch seeking and finding his sensitive spots one by one. Pre drizzled from Grovyle's cock like a fountain, dripping down his shaft to gloss the grass as his member throbbed and pulsed.
Grotle herself was enjoying the show playing out before her, two vines silently tucking themselves away in her slit in time with the pokemon who was riding her vine like his life depended upon it, the ecstatic look on his face along with the noises that came from his beak making herself pant with lust.
The smaller pokemon gasped aloud as her vine prodded against something beyond his anal walls, a spot Grotle immediately focused her attention on as she dipped her head down to swallow his cock within her mouth. Both actions tipped him well beyond the edge, the last of his breath coming out in a soft wheeze, his cock shooting ropes of cum down the larger pokemon's gullet into her waiting stomach.
Grovyle's body sagged in his restraints, anal walls latching onto the thin vine as it slowly slipped free from his slightly agape star with a soft pop. He wheezed a few breaths only for them to be taken away when Grotle licked the last of the pokemon's cum off his penis, his legs spasming in his oversensitive state.
Grotle chimed happily as her two vines retracted from her slit into the safety of her back's bushes, leaving behind a thin trail of her own juices. She still didn't know who was the lucky person who got to play with Grovyle last night, but she was certainly looking forward to another bit of quality time with another of her type soon enough. Lifting the limp pokemon onto her back, Grotle uncoiled her only clean vine to reach up to the tree she had used to keep them out of sight and plucked the bucket he had thrown into.
Coiling her hand around the metal bucket, Grotle scooped up the other one that had landed on the ground and headed for the freshwater spring she knew was nearby, a soft tune whistling from her beak as she walked through the grass.
To Be Continued...