Creamy Delights
This is a story commission that I have written for a friend of mine
Description: Rel, an obstagoon baker, returns home with a bag of treats for his Toxtricity partner, only for a creamy accident to happen which leads into another burst of far more organic cream.
Rel and Vex belong to my friend
***Creamy Delights***
Donuts, tarts, cakes, pastries of all kinds--Rel had everything one could ask for and far, far more. Sheltered behind the glass windows of several long shelves lined with his tasty creations, they attracted a surprising number of newcomers on this most auspicious day. Initially, he showed reluctance to his partner's idea of changing the style of their café--a joint venture where his passion for baking was backed up and sometimes boosted by the Mightyena's tea and coffee side. It didn't quite click in Rel's mind, and it was only because of Vex' opinion that he finally agreed with it.
The Crimson Utopia. He scoffed at the silliness of the name Alfred picked for this select, thematic weekend where strawberries reigned supreme. Slices of them adorned every slice of cake. Their jam sweetened the innards of every pie bearing Alfred's creative designs, and Rel's Mightyena partner even went as far as to provide more than half of his beverages with the unmistakable taste of this prized fruit. How he accomplished that, Rel had no idea. What sort of freak would drink coffee with a hint of strawberry jam?
"See? You just needed to have more faith," the scrawny mightyena ruffled Rel's fluffy crest on the way to his half of their café, where he took care of the one thing that almost everyone wished to accompany their tasty treats: Bitter, pungent, nasty coffee or intriguing, aromatic, exciting tea. He might disguise the former in a dozen ways; to mask it with caramel, mix it with milk, or make it part of drinks so sophisticated they were more deserts than their titular name, but to Rel, was still coffee.
The teas were far better. Rel appreciated every sort, regardless of its color, so long as it wasn't bitter enough to scrunch his muzzle after a single sip. More than a dozen cups lined Alfred's counter, curls of strawberry-scented steam rising from them. He procured every combination of tea that worked well with strawberry, offering them as gifts to whoever wished to have a complementary drink suited to the festivity.
The ring at his counter distracted Rel's from his admiration of their close to full establishment, signaling that the customer made up their mind about what they wanted. The sign he posted in front of the store that said "Don't ask, just choose" not only added style to a unique day, but it saved him the hassle of terribly indecisive clients.
"Sly strudel," a vulpix ordered for him and his twin sister, both of them licking their petite muzzles in anticipation.
"Sure thing." Rel grabbed their order, slid them into individual paper bags, and handed them to each of the two kids. They both thanked him, but as soon as they turned their multiple, curled tails to him, they began to argue about who had the slightly longer piece, elbowing each other in the ribs.
An arcanine accompanied by his growlithe child was next, the little gobbler singling his baked goods out with uncanny accuracy. He even guided Rel to their position, tapping his claws impatiently against the glass.
"What about your fluffy self?" Rel raised his eyebrow at the father who clearly admired his shirt of a chilling strawberry wearing strawberry-shaped shades. "Can I tempt you with a rowdy roll?"
"The rowdier the better," he chuckled, grabbing it more as a courtesy than to sate his appetite. After they paid, they made their way to Alfred, where the growlithe ordered with similar precision. A little patronizing, but terribly efficient.
"Oy, Rel, scoot over," Alfred called when he noticed the obstagoon enjoying a minute to look over his goods and make sure none of them bore any noticeable flaw. "Help me with the tea. Got several coffees to prepare and none of your good looks to keep the customers at the counter instead of calling them over."
"Grrh," Rel groaned as silently as he could muster, the claw tips of his bare feet pattering on the tiled floor. "I'll do the tea, but I'm not gonna badger your guys," he whispered to the incredulous mightyena who gave an awkward, semi-panicked chuckle. For all his creativity, he hated small talk, especially when it pertained to his special theme for today. It might have been the outfit, a red leather vest studded with the likeness of strawberry seeds over a white T-shirt with two cheering strawberries in the middle. He wore his custom-made strawberry shoulderpads too, and because of Rel's big mouth, everyone referred to him as Sir Strawberry, much to his chagrin.
Despite the way he tripped in his pretentious, overly eloquent description of what made today awesome when asked by his clients, Alfred was laid-back, energetic and imaginative guy. Although Rel hired him at first solely to match the light and dark grey theme he picked for his cafe, the mightyena eventually became a close friend and partner to him, forever ignorant to this secret.
Every now and then, Rel helped the poor bloke with witty remarks about his Crimson Utopia, treating it like the fun, silly yet glorious thing it was instead of the convoluted thing Alfred tried to make it into.
"Fuck me..." he sighed under his breath, pushing two mochas forward to a smiling Luxray and Liepard couple. "These people take these decorations and sign up front way too serious."
"Aren't you?" Rel teased, pinning the mightyena's ears over his skull. That made him feel bad enough to wrap an arm around his shoulders and point him at the boisterous chatter from their full establishment. Some of the newcomers even leaned against the walls in the back, resting their trays on the shelf Rel had initially used for his commissioned paintings collection.
"It's working, just like you said it will. They wouldn't have come out in droves if you didn't find the way to lure them in."
"By using old English barely adapted into a readable format?"
"It works," Rel reassured him yet again, hiding his smile at how cute Alfred could be during his moments of extreme nerdiness. "Just keep doing what you do. You're great at it."
"Right back at ya," Alfred winked, motioning to Rel to go back to his station and take care of the incoming rattata's order. His hands in his baggy trousers and wearing naught but a frayed vest, he looked over Rel's goodies like a cat at the calendar.
"Got anything without strawberries?" He made himself comfortable over Rel's counter, snickering like a daft mule.
"Not during this thematic day. You can still try and grab tea or coffee from my partner."
The rattata looked over at Alfred, his vermilion eyes beaming. "The good-looking bloke over there? He your partner at home too?"
"He certainly wishes for it to be so, but I'm already taken." Rel tried to remain as friendly and professional as he could manage despite the noticeable ogling of the rattata who was more interested in the strawberries beneath his white-striped shorts.
"Are you taking, or are you giving? Khehehehe," he chuckled, licking his lips in quite the salacious manner."
"I feel in a giving mood today," Rel went to the pie section, selected a cream pie topped with strawberries, and removed them to make it presentable for the heathen. "Here you go. On the house. Savor this creamy desert, and make sure you lick and swallow all of it."
"Rrrrh, don't mind if I do," he graciously accepted Rel's gift and went to the back of the café, constantly looking over his shoulder to throw him flirty looks.
The obstagoon rolled his eyes when he made acquaintance with a beam that he hugged so passionately, he melted on the floor.
"Try and ruffle that mane a little bit. You're arousing our customers," Alfred noted, using his moment of respite to replenish some of Rel's shelves with already made deserts that cooled in the fridge.
"Wear your strawberry cap so that you frighten them and make up for my good looks."
"At least I know what to gift you for your birthday. Something to go with your eye color."
"Your irises are the same, knobhead," Rel thumped his brow with his fist, daring the Mightyena to come up with a better one.
"I wish I could say the same about our fur, shaggy," the mightyena winked, returning to his post to prepare more of the freebie complementary tea.
"Hey, mind if you hold the barricade during my lunch break? Gotta bring the festivity into my partner's house and soul as well," Rel decided to make use of the lull in their customers' arrivals. It would pick back up during evening, and he didn't want to wait several more hours during which Vex would certainly eat other, less classy crap to satisfy his sweet tooth.
"Not at all. I'll have a blast adding coffee to all of your creations that may use a kick. You'll know which ones they are based on how often the clients will praise them."
"Sure, if you want to walk bow-legged to work the next day after I'm done with you."
"Mrrrh, I wish," the mightyena growled in that taunting, lustful way that always heated Rel's blood. "Now run to your partner and savor his dessert."
"Maybe I'll savor yours as well when I'm back." Rel said, keeping a watchful eye on Alfred while he casually packed the things Vex would like best into a paper bag. A donut here, a cupcake there, strawberry tart, sweet pretzel and finally, two muffins topped with a disgustingly looking red caramel that Rel had to draw into a strawberry shape to fit their glorious day.
He enjoyed watching the mightyena's body language shift from relaxed and casual to slightly stiff when burdened with lewd thoughts. Unlike Rel, he had nobody to wait for him back home; no mouth to welcome his cock, no member to caress and press against his tailhole, not even toys to satisfy he needs. He claimed to prefer the real thing over anything else, and while Rel disagreed with that, he never mentioned otherwise to him.
For if he went against his bias, then his tempting offers would no longer carry the same impact.
"Careful with those donuts. They're drippy," Alfred grabbed himself as Rel made his way to the door.
"Oh I bet you are, you pent-up fool," Rel whispered under his breath, his groin already tingling with the wisps of lust on the way back to Vex. He wondered what his toxtricity partner was up to for a split second before the obvious came to mind.
Browsing for clothes with quirky designs, accessories that almost nobody was interested in such as sandals for digitigrade pokemon, or designing the apparel that fit his mood at the time. Such was the life with a student of aesthetics, a nebulous field that Rel had mixed opinions on. Still, he owed it to Vex for finding a style that fitted him and for decorating their home, which he would have never bothered with.
"Hey, guess what I ordered," Vex greeted Rel with unexpected enthusiasm as soon as he unlocked the door and set foot into their house.
"No, but I have a feeling you're about to tell me," Rel whirled to keep his bag of treats away from Vex' grabby hands on his way to their small, cozy table on the side of the living room meant strictly for such occasions. Slightly taller, it allowed for some of the best teasing moments, such as pestering Vex' crotch with his naked toes or in select occasions, crawl under the table himself to get a good sniff and lick of his partner's generous bulge after a long day of work. Vex found it odd, but to him, nothing smelled better than impending sex.
"The hoodies that we've talked about! More precisely, the one I engaged in a drawn-out monologue about that you only mumbled at, accompanied by another that is so sexy I grabbed a custom-made collar to keep the other hornies at bay."
"You mean spikes and all that stuff?" Rel set the paper bag on the table, smirking. "Because that's pretty badass and would have the opposite effect."
"Hah, you'd wish. Nah, it'd have my name on it, and hearts."
"Vex? Wouldn't everyone assume I'm some narcissistic, self-infatuated, smug knobhead?"
"I uhh..." Vex pushed against his glasses, trying to muffle his chuckle. "I guess it'll be more of a bedroom thing then."
"Aaah, like most of the other things you thought are chill but instead, they prove to stir the bulge of my customers. One of these days I'll start to believe you're pulling a big, elaborate prank on me."
"Am not!" Vex complained, sitting on the side of the table where the bag was and reaching into it without even looking at the contents. He thought he grabbed onto the pie, but it turned out to be a muffin that his big fingers had troubles with. It fell straight on his lap, marking the placement of his member with a distinct red caramel hue before it met the ground.
"I see you're in a sharing mood today. The floor thanks you," Rel snickered, sitting cross-legged across Vex.
"I'm so...I'm so sorry," Vex cute eyes widened in shock upon realizing that this was no ordinary dessert, but specialties that Rel handpicked for him on a very unique day. "I'm sure it's absolutely delicious and that I didn't do it on purpose."
It only took a single bad joke for the ever-serious Vex to be wary for the rest of his uptight life. Too cool for his own good, Rel approached his baking talents as he did other things in life--with maximum ease. But Vex...Vex had the tendency to exaggerate and a penchant for dramatic episodes, such as racing for a kitchen towel and then sanitary products to not only clean the floor, but refresh it as well and make the accident seem like naught but the product of Rel's imagination.
"Good thing I always pack spares for those little things, eh?"
"With my fingers, you never know," Vex shrugged before immersing himself into his moment of sweet elation. Early on, he'd praise and offer a few words on each of Rel's goods, but years spent together and countless desserts later made him express himself through moans of varying intensities as he devoured all that Rel brought him.
"That was..." Vex said as he licked the remnants of his meal off his pudgy fingers... "Unexpectedly sensational. The harmony of tastes, the creative and intricate combinations, the faithfulness to the theme...unbelievable, really. And the clients?" He lounged back in his chair, making the stain of his accident both jarring and exciting to the obstagoon whose smile kept widening.
"What did they make of it?"
"They found it stimulating, as did I. Nothing stirs up creativity more than a challenge, eh?" the obstagoon licked his muzzle.
"Oh shoot...I forgot to keep you some."
"No, no," Rel wove away his concerns with a flick of a hand, focused on his groin. "You know me. I'm surrounded by these things all day that when I have a break, I go for something different, something...raw and organic."
"I've got something organic for you right here," Vex tried to grab him teasingly, only to spread the caramel further over himself.
"Yes...yes you do..." Rel's lustful growl set the toxtricity on edge, his legs closing shut as he slipped under the table, much to Vex' consternation. After all this time, such initiatives still took him aback, ever the one in need of prolonged foreplay to ease him into the eroticism of a scenario. Rel, on the other hand, thrived on impromptu moments, and although this situation seemed rather crude, he still intended to make the most of it.
"You know we have to get these washed up. The quicker the better, because once that caramel hardens it'll be quite difficult to get rid of it," Rel's eyes gleamed with his customary mischievousness as his fingers began fondling the latch on his partner's belt slowly, elaborately.
Vex began shifting in his chair, making this difficult for him, like always. His cheeks already flushed, the toxtricity pushed his glasses further up his snout with his index finger, his breaths growing audible. "Rel...aren't you exaggerating a little. Since when does caramel leave permanent stains? Can't you just wipe it away with some wet tissue?"
"My dear, don't you know what today was? Crimson Utopia? Strawberry-theme? The one you suggested and the reason why everything I brought you had some red in it?" The obstagoon flicked his tongue before the toxtricity's widening eyes. "Come on, don't you know how persistent some of the food coloring is these days? Besides, I baked these, so I should know a thing or two about the risks of this business."
"I'm still not sure about this..." Vex grabbed the rim of his pants. "You're sure we shouldn't- gaaah....Rel! REL!" Vex drawled out helplessly as the obstagoon's slippery tongue slid over the caramel spillage that split Vex's bulge in almost two perfect sides. His tongue felt nothing short of divine. Even through two layers of clothing, the surge of arousal bloated Vex's cock with fresh blood as if his very tip was kissed in the sloppiest, most amazing way. "That...aaaahhhh..."
"What? You really thought I'd let it drip on the floor? What am I, a messy savage?"
"No, no of course not, just uh..... What if you are spreading that uh...persistent color further? Lemme at least pull 'em down a bit."
After a firm shake of his head, Rel continued to lap the sweet taste of caramel from the jeans that seemed to have absorbed the sweetness into their tough fabric while Vex slowly but surely pushed the dirty spot down, down, down past the spire that arose from his entrapped maleness.
"That's it. Good boy. I feel like adding some extra flavor to that caramel. Something salty. You do know salted caramel goes all too well with cream...and unlike you, I haven't yet enjoyed dessert." Rel seductively spoke as he gently grabbed hold of Vex's nuggets. The shapely balls fell perfectly between the fingers that set into a slow, arousing massaging motion while his long sloppy tongue circled the pink, sensitive tip of the thick, satisfying cock several times, teasing it through the cotton layer of his briefs. "Bet I could make you spill right through the underwear."
Vex licked his lips, more in doubtful panic of the courier arriving and Rel opening the door before he even had time to put his pants on just to have a laugh at how fiercely he blushed afterwards. He probably simmered inside from all the feelings rushing through his body as well, unable to cope with or deny his arousal. The tent in his underwear, already damp, warm, and musky, pulsated softly, eager for release in spite of everything else Vex claimed.
Then, something happened. An intense, probably involuntary thrust that ended with the expulsion of a most delightful taste upon Rel's eager tongue. It was faint, most of it blocked by the fabric, soggy with Rel's efforts, but unmistakable.
"Well that was quick," Rel sniffed intently at the darkening patch that stained Vex's underwear a deeper shade. "I'll go wash those too after I enjoy my dessert off them."
"That's exactly what will happen if you keep this relentless teasing going. I've been quite...restless today, and you surprised me so suddenly, so vigorously, that I could hardly prepare for the wave of heat that hit me. If we go all the way, we should maybe dispense of the underwear. Right?"
"Oh my dear Vex, you always think you have to explain your thoughts and lustful craves to me. Take a deep breath and enjoy yourself, alright? Let me set up the pace. I have something in mind that will make these few minutes of your life feel like fireworks."
Vex mumbled something about the generous filling of his favorite cream doughnuts, propping his back against the chair, toes curling in anticipation of what Rel would do to him.
On his knees, Rel groped and licked at the increasingly soaked fabric of Vex's underwear. It was said that moisture conducted electricity, but the only shock came from the lovely musk of his partner. A male that kept his cum inside his balls for days. After about five minutes of teasing, Rel slowly uncovered Vex's maleness from the oppressive underwear that choked it in a swamp of lubrication, allowing the fully erect, intact cock to jump out. Vex's sausage was so hard, so eager to spill that more than half of his foreskin retracted all by itself during the sudden lurch, and with that sudden motion came a thin line of pre-seed which found purchase on the obstagoon's huffing face.
The smell of male musk arousal hit Rel's nostrils like a storm. He expected Vex to be eager, but not nearly as close to his climax. With his ruddy glans halfway exposed to the naked air, the veins of his cock flared weakly in unison with the throbs raging through the tense shaft. Every time that happened, a few drops of clear slime poured out of the toxtricity's widening cock-hole. Rel's eyes moved from balls to foreskin. He yearned to explore that fleshy shelter that encased his partner's most sensitive tip. Such an appetizing sight, to see the loose skin drip with lubrication. Rel allowed that sweet, sweet smell to fill him, then dashed his tongue around Vex's protracted foreskin, the sweet precum only serving to accentuate the native taste of male virility.
"Hunffff," Vex's hands shoved Rel back away from his prize, throat rumbling with a long, seething grunt. "I need-need a minute to cool down."
Rel nodded to let his partner know he could take a few breaths, then pushed his warm, wet nose into his plump sack. The loose skin that held Vex's plump balls inside its silky embrace wasn't spared by the strands of precum. Rel nosed around the spheres, filling himself with the smell and touch of the delightful combo of smells, smearing that combination of caramel and precum around his lips before he cleaned it with one broad stroke of his smooth tongue. He did that, over and over again, bathing Vex's precious spheres with warm saliva while his cock furiously throbbed above his nose. The temptation to just suck the precious cream out of Vex stung Rel like a throbbing glans pressing against his prostate, but Rel held the urge back, abstaining from feasting on that exposed pole of hard meat until the proper time arrived.
"That...that feels so good," Vex's voice trembled. He looked down at the Obstagoon that lapped and suckled on his balls, one juicy sphere at a time, huffing like a horny boar. "Your tongue feels better than...oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck! I think...I think I'm gonna glaze your donut!"
"Hrrff!" Rel's heart skipped a beat. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He grabbed onto the base of Vex's cock, pulled his foreskin over his juicy glans, then entrapped the entirety of that crimson red bulge inside the velvet embrace of his tongue.
"Aaaarrrrhhhhhh!" Vex slammed his head against the table, a groan of terse pleasure escaping his gritted jaws.
Rel imagined how good this must have felt to him. He too would have loved to be glans deep into someone's mouth right now. But this wasn't about him. Not now. With utter pleasure, Rel took the cock between his salivating jaws, smothering Vex inside a heaven of fleshy heat, savoring the precum squirting out of the toxtricity's cock for two intense volleys while his hands furiously got to work on the parts his mouth couldn't tend to. One to rub the rest of the shaft, the other, cradling balls that tensed up with the weight of release.
Tremors ascended along the toxtricity's body. Vex throbbed once, twice, thrice, tensing up from every inch of his body.
It took him only a crackling yowl to burst. Hot, fertile cum exploded from the enraged cock, and Rel blocked the stream just in time to save himself from accidentally spilling precious drops on the ground. Cum splashed hard into his tongue, filling his maw with that delightful silky texture in a single spurt. A few strands even dribbled between his teeth to stain the floor with drops of warm essence.
But Rel wasn't going to let any more go to waste. Packing his lips as much as he could, Rel tightened his jaws until his teeth pressed their tips gently against the flesh cradled between his fangs, then suckled on, and on, and on, the messy squelches of his hungry jaws drowned only by the rippling moans erupting from his mate's maw.
"Rel..." Vex grabbed onto the obstagoon's head for support. He scratched along Rel's head, weak and unfocused, just like the rest his trembling frame. Vex's body wobbled with every spurt, urged to thrust, to fill, to cum as deep as he could inside his partner's voracious mouth.
"Deeper, I want to.... Hnggghhhh!" Vex moaned as he thrust his penis further inside, balls slapping against Rel's chin to deliver a potent load of cum into the obstagoon's throat. "So good...so warm..."
As orgasmic as the taste of fresh cum was, Rel never forgot his true purpose. To provide his mate with as much pleasure as he could. The glans of the penis became especially sensitive during climax, and to keep the flow of cum going, Rel bobbed his head back and forth to draw out every drop from Vex's spurting shaft.
The sounds of sloshing cum mixed in with the primal, guttural cries. With every throb that resurfaced from the depths of the toxtricity's cock, a wave of pent up seed washed over Rel's pristine teeth. The seed slowly puckered his tongue with its tart taste, but nevertheless, the obstagoon kept on downing it in thick gulps, sating his crave for cream with torrents of cum. Oh, he craved for this creamy treat for a while. To have it now felt nothing short amazing.
The smell of semen was all around them. Vex never stopped cumming. His seed was everywhere. It splattered in ropes on the ears, along his head, on his muzzle...and of course, his tongue.
That sweet, slobbery taste of fresh cum forced Rel to open his mouth just a bit so he could savor the ropes that found their way upon his tongue, and with one hard shove, Vex pushed himself back in, stuffing Rel's mouth again with the entire length of his spire.
Vex's climax might have been potent, but it ended as fast as it arrived. When the ropes turned to dribbles, Rel knew it was time to let go. He let the spurting member slide out of his maw, then swiped his tongue to clean the icicles of cum that clung onto his lips.
"Ghaa....aahh...haaahhh," Vex dropped on his butt, an exhausted expression plastered along his satisfied face. "Your mouth is the best thing that ever happened to me. Holy crap...I thought I was going to pass out. Promise me you'll never squeeze me so hard next time."
"Come on, you loved it."
"A few more seconds would've had me pass out harder than a pint of wine."
"What?" Rel asked, unsure what the toxtricity was pointing at. "Oh, the cum? Don't worry about it. I'm gonna make you clean it in a bit."
"Gah, really? You're gonna make me taste my own cream?"
"What kind of man are you, to refuse your own taste?"
Vex raised his hand, then winced as his flaccid cock flopped down over his balls.
"Let me," Rel got on all fours to lick the precious cock off its remaining cum. He knew Vex didn't approve of such perversions when logic returned back to his skull, but this time, the toxtricity only had qualms with the sizable splotch that turned Rel's crotch a wet, distinct color.
"You definitely have to clean THAT."
***The End***
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