The Jolteon and Vaporeon had never gotten along, Electria and Mist were always arguing about who was better. But one day, it was all changed.
"I can't beleive you broke my record of Baythoven's best songs!" Mist was scarlet with outrage, how dare Electria destroy one of the best records of all time? It was practically in mint condition!
"Well, you destroyed my radio!" Electria barked back.
"And I replaced it!"
"It's not the same! I liked my old one!"
"Hmph!" the water type stuck her nose in the air with pure dislike. It's not the same! She worked her tail off to get Master buy another radio and this is how she's repaid! She'd rather live with a bunch of horny Mighthyena than live with this excuse of a Pokemon. At least they'd be thankful if she did them a favor.
The classy, blue eeveelution whipped around and stalked away. Electria's eyes closed and she sighed angrily, she needed to releive this stress. The electric dog padded to her room in the other side of the mansion. The Master kept them seperated to prevent any more fights between them. Electria inserted a disc of the dubstep song Deep Beats into her then hooked up her small set of speakers. Master was a resonable woman and she didn't care if Electria played her speakers at night; only Mist did. But appearently she didn't feel like barging in and yelling at Electria again, Good, I need this. She laid herself on her back, exposing her wet slit to herself, and edged one of the 4 cm speakers towards it.
Just 5 centimeters away and she could feel the beat move through the air and to her clitorus, "Mmm..." She put it right against her slit, it was slippery with arousal and that arousal clung to the speaker, lubricating it heavily. Electria began to imagine that the motions on her private were because of another female eeveelution grinding a very powerful vibrating egg between both of their folds. The electric type began to push the vibrating box up and down her lips, she was so close to orgasm. One bump against the clit and- "OOH YES! CUM WITH ME, MIST!" pierced through the loud dubstep. A gush of clear liquids spilled onto the cold, wooden floor, and a satisfied Jolteon fell asleep, her nethers still leaking their sweet liquids.