A slight breeze persists in the bustling city, during the partly cloudy skies of a spring day. There exists a bakery, manned by a trainer and his Slurpuff, who always shows up at the shop before her person. The Slurpuff in particular is very proud of her hard work and devotion to her craft. The main attraction of their business are home baked goods adorned with juicy, plump, berries grown behind the store.
Indeed, the Slurpuff has a very keen taste and eye for sweet flavors, and diligently takes care of the produce bushes kept out back. This morning was a little different, as she was met with a nasty surprise - a greedy Meowth was picking at the fruit, with no shame!
The cat Pokémon senses with acuity that it's being watched. Slowly, it turns its head around and sees that the Slurpuff has caught the robbery red-handed. Brilliant crimson and cerulean colored juices stain the Meowth's soft, white face. In a rush, it turns and attempts to make a getaway after having successfully marauded a breakfast.
The upset Slurpuff, plotting her revenge, opens its mouth wide and lets loose her incredibly long, pink tongue, launching it at the escaping suspect. The Meowth stood no chance against the sheer speed and range of the muscular appendage, which adheres to the back of it thanks to its incredibly sticky, syrup-like saliva generously coating its tongue.
With rage and great conviction, the Slurpuff then uses her tongue to catapult the Meowth into the ground, not intending on letting the thief get off scot-free. The strength of the slam surprises the Meowth, who lays on its back hurt and sore.
Slurpuff waddles on closer to Meowth, salivating excessively. She's now noticed the stained berry juices around its mouth, and sloppy drool fills her wide maw, now smirking sadistically almost. She knows just what will be appropriate as punishment - a very thorough licking.
As the cowardly Meowth attempts to get up, Slurpuff lashes out with its muscular tongue and pins the cat back down, affirmatively pressing it onto its lower abdomen. She makes eye contact with Meowth, who has an utterly confused look on its face, mixed with a sense of terror. She simultaneously drags her domineering, snaking tongue roughly up Meowth's body, letting the thick, goopy saliva adhere to the wiry fur. She powerfully laps upwards, and heavy droplets of viscous saliva spatters off her slobbering tongue randomly. The force of this lick with the sticky saliva tore off some of the Meowth's fur in the process with the cat yelping out in discomfort.
With knowledge that there will be nobody to step in for another hour at least, she continues her torturous tongue bath. Straddling on top of the petrified cat, who whimpers in fear, Slurpuff salivates liberally, gazing at Meowth's juice-stained face. She fantasizes about the succulent, tasty berries that she produces. Tart, yet addicting; like a drug.
Slurpuff, having Meowth pinned where she wants, lolls out her soggy, sticky tongue and dangles it mere inches in front of the poor Pokémon's face, teasing it. She presses the tip of her impressively soft tongue firmly onto Meowth's chin and circles its face in spirals, leaving superfluous globs of the messy, hot saliva in its wake. She licks gently over Meowth's eyes and mouth shuts very tightly, as it shivers.
Then, out of nowhere, she turns feral and begins slobbering fervently all over the poor Pokémon's face, who can only endure the frenzied tongue slurping over every square inch of it, utterly saturating its fur. Acting as a giant paint brush, her massive tongue generously slathers his whole face and head thick with hot sticky drool, giving it no chance for reprieve. Its head twists and turns to avoid the relentless, soggy tongue that is completely violating it with every passing lick.
This goes on continuously for some time, though Meowth makes the mistake to gasp for air, opening its mouth. Immediately, Slurpuff cruelly forces her thick tongue into the open cavity, filling it with hot, syrupy slobber. The cat's face turns blue as she continues her sadistic idea of a french kiss, letting it drown in the torrential downpour of spit seeping into its mouth. Slurpuff, aptly named, wriggles and shoves her tongue further into Meowth's throat, overwhelming the poor Pokémon.
Desperately, Meowth flails every limb in absolute horror and disgust at this nightmarish nonstop licking onslaught, failing to catch any meaningful breath to get some air. At last, it finally succumbs to the savage tongue bath and passes out from sheer exhaustion. Slurpuff then gets off Meowth, who lays motionless in a slimy matted mess. She just looks at the position of the sun, however, and realizes that her trainer will be arriving any minute now to start the day - and so, comes back inside to assist. She leaves the tortured cat unconscious, its face utterly waterlogged with glue-like, warm, slimy drool.