Time passed…
My finger continued its work.
Slow at first.
Just a gentle back-and-forth motion, with the occasional curl, letting the soap-slick digit glide through those shy walls.
All the while, Scyther's wings kept buzzing. The scy sound grew sharper every time I curled my finger upward. Her scythes hovered higher than before, the blades trembling faintly in the air. The wooden stool creaked softly beneath her whenever her hips jerked forward on their own. Her powerful thighs kept shifting, trying to press together, while her round abdomen fluttered with tiny, helpless tremors.
Below me, Eevee kept working.
Her small paws stroked my cock in slow, slippery glides. Every now and then her soft pads would slip lower to gently massage my balls. Her fluffy tail brushed across my leg in lazy sweeps. The warm, slick feeling of her touch made my finger curl a little deeper inside Scyther without me meaning to.
Scyther's face stayed flushed. Her lips were parted, and her eyes kept squeezing shut for a moment before opening again, unfocused. A drop of sweat rolled down the side of her green cheek.
Why does it not feel like cleaning anymore… scyyyy~?
I kept the motion slow and steady. Each gentle push and pull made her walls flutter and squeeze around my finger in quick, shy pulses. I could feel how her body was slowly growing used to the feeling, yet still reacting like it didn't know what to do with it.
Then I pushed in fully.
I let my finger sink as deep as it could go and stayed there. For a moment I didn't move. I just felt her walls flutter and squeeze around me.
Scyther's abdomen gave a small, sudden twitch. Her wings buzzed louder. I saw her eyes widen a little, and her scythes trembled harder in the air. Her mouth parted further as a shaky breath left her.
I slowly pulled my finger out…
A wet, lewd sound filled the small space.
Scyther's whole body gave a sudden twitch. Her pussy clenched visibly as my finger left her, like it was trying to hold onto something that was no longer there. A thin strand of clear, transparent juice stretched between her folds and my finger before breaking.
The soap was gone. My finger was completely coated in her slick, shiny fluid instead.
Then I pushed back in again, just as deep, and held it there for a few seconds. When I pulled out the second time, the same wet sound came, and her body reacted the same way. Her walls pulsed like they were breathing through that empty space I had just left behind.
"Scy…" Her voice sounded small and overwhelmed.
When Gil takes it out…? Why does it feel like something is missing… scyyy…?
I looked at my finger. It was glistening with her clear juice. Then I looked at her face. Scyther was staring at my wet finger with wide, confused eyes. Her blush had spread down her neck, and her wings were still giving off those sharp, nervous buzzes.
Fuck… she's soaking wet already. And she still doesn't even understand what's happening to her…
Despite the thought, I shook my head, hiding the excitement behind a disappointed expression.
"My fingers don't seem to be able to reach deep enough inside," I said quietly. "Looks like we'll have to try something else."
With that, I slowly stood up.
My cock, still hard and heavy from Eevee's attention, rose right in front of Scyther's face. The swollen head was only inches from her flushed green cheeks.
Below me, Eevee made a small, unhappy "Veeeee…"
Her paws stopped moving. I could feel her fluffy tail go still against my leg. She had been working so hard the whole time, only for me to suddenly stand and put my cock right in front of Scyther instead.
Master… why did you stand up…? Eevee was still helping…
"I'll clean you properly later," I said softly, meeting her gaze. "But look at Scyther. She's never been cleaned there before. Let's make sure she gets a proper deep cleaning first, okay?"
Eevee stayed quiet.
First, she looked at Scyther's flushed green face. Then her eyes drifted down to her round abdomen, before finally settling on Scyther's sharp arm, which was still twitching faintly from earlier.
After a moment, Eevee's eyes moved to my hand. She stared at my finger for a few seconds, still wet and glistening, then glanced back at Scyther's slightly spread legs.
…Ah. Master's finger really is too small to reach deep inside her… Vee~
A tiny, reluctant "Vee…" escaped her lips.
Even so, she gave a small nod.
As looking at Scyther's sharp arms, Eevee couldn't help but realize how difficult it must have been for her. She had probably never been able to clean herself properly there on her own.
Eevee didn't like it.
Not one bit.
But she could understand.
Her fluffy tail gave a single slow swish behind her as she finally, reluctantly, accepted it.
Scyther, however, was staring.
Her eyes were wide, locked on the thick soapy thing right in front of her face. The deep flush on her cheeks spread even further. Her wings gave another sharp, nervous buzz.
She didn't move. She just sat there on the low stool, legs still slightly spread, staring at it with a confused, flustered expression.
Why is it so close…? It looks… different up close… like it is alive… scy…?
And what were they talking about…? Not reaching deep enough… and a deep cleaning… scyyy…?
Countless innocent and confused thoughts drifted through her mind.
I didn't know exactly what she was thinking, but a faint, knowing smile still formed on my face as I looked down at her.
My cock twitched, a clear drop of precum forming at the tip as I watched her innocent, confused, nervous stares.
I asked, "Ready for your deep cleaning… Scyther?"