A Sticky Mystery
Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus: Wow. Nearly a whole month, and I couldn't think of anything good to write for you fine reading folks. I stink.
Meloetta and Gothorita looked at each other as they were both sitting next to each other on wooden chairs, across a wooden table, in a kitchen inside Gothorita's house. Meloetta's stomach growled, prompting her to turn to Gothorita.
"I'm getting kind hungry," Meloetta stated as she rubbed her growling stomach.
Gothorita folded her arms as she lowered her eyes. "Well, I don't have much except fruit. You want some?"
Meloetta tapped her right cheek with her right hand. "Hmmm... nah. Do you have icing?" She clasped her hands together. "Please say yes, please say yes..."
Gothorita eyed Meloetta oddly. "You really love icing that much, huh?" She sighed as she got up, heading towards the fridge. "Well, okay. icing you want, icing you'll get. What flavor?"
Meloetta placed both of her arms behind the back of her head. "Surprise me."
Gothorita opened up the fridge, gasping in shock to see her fridge explode with cum. Gothorita, completely covered in unknown cum, opened her eyes slowly, shaking with disgust as she noted the cum dripping off of her. She turned to Meloetta, who had her mouth opened in shock.
"I guess the fridge came as soon as you beat the Elite Four," Meloetta joked as she giggled, clapping her hands together.
Gothorita growled as she closed her eyes, using Psychic to blow the cum off of her. "This is not funny, Meloetta. Somebody has been in my house, snooping as usual..." She then glared at the fridge, folding her arms. "And whatever they were doing, it involved the fridge..."
Meloetta's stomach growled again, prompting Meloetta to stand up. She then ran towards Gothorita, grabbing both of her hands. "Well let's not delay! Let's grab some chow, I'm starving!"
Gothorita pushed Meloetta off of her. "Well, first things first... I need a shower." She shuddered with disgust as she wrapped her arms around herself. "That cum... ewwwww... I don't want to know who it was..."
Meloetta sniffed the fridge, licking her lips as she rubbed her growling stomach with her left hand. "Whoever it was has great taste... I love vanilla."
Gothorita stood there, obviously disgusted by Meloetta's quip.