Blueberry Creampie

Two months later, Carmine stared at the small plastic stick in her hand, her heart thudding a frantic, irregular rhythm against her ribs. The little pink plus sign seemed to mock her, a tiny, life-changing symbol of her and Florian's "advanced study session."

She was pregnant. The student council president, the girl who had her entire life planned out down to the minute, was pregnant with a dorky, surprisingly virulent champion's baby.

A wave of panic washed over her, followed by a strange, giddy bubble of hysteria. She started to laugh. It wasn't a small chuckle; it was a full-blown, tears-streaming-down-her-face, stomach-cramping laugh. This was a disaster. This was the most ridiculous, unplanned, chaotic thing that had ever happened to her. And somehow, it was also the most exciting.

She had to tell Florian.

She found him in the academy's battle simulator, staring intently at a screen, his brow furrowed in concentration. He looked so serious, so determined. It was almost enough to make her feel guilty for what she was about to drop on him. Almost.

"Florian," she said, leaning against the doorway.

He jumped, spinning around. "Carmine! Hey! I was just running some damage calculations for a new Terrastal strategy. It's really fascinating, you see, if a Garganacl uses Salt Cure and then—"

She held up the pregnancy test, cutting him off. "Forget the Garganacl. We've got a much bigger development."

Florian stared at the pink plus sign, his brain clearly trying to process the information. His eyes widened. "Is that... a new brand of Pokemon vitamin? Does the plus mean it's extra effective?"

Carmine facepalmed, her earlier laughter returning with a vengeance. "Oh, you sweet, summer child. No, Florian. It means you're about to be a father."

The silence that followed was so thick you could have used it as a Substitute. Florian's jaw hung open. He blinked once. Then twice. He looked from the test to Carmine's stomach and back again.

"Father?" he squeaked. "Like... with a baby? A human baby? Not a... not a baby Rhyhorn?"

"No, Florian," she said, walking over and grabbing his hand. "A human baby. Our baby. Your 'ultimate attack' was apparently super-effective."

He finally seemed to grasp the concept. A slow, nervous smile spread across his face, quickly growing into a beaming grin of pure, unadulterated joy. "I'm... I'm gonna be a dad? We're gonna have a baby?" He whooped, scooping her up in a spinning hug that made her dizzy. "This is the best news ever! We have to start picking names! What do you think about 'Champion' for a boy? Or 'Terrastal' for a girl?"

Carmine laughed, holding on tight. "Let's maybe hold off on the baby-naming battle for now, champ. But I'm glad you're happy. Because I have a very specific way I want to celebrate."

She led him back to her room, the scene of their earlier "crime." As soon as the door closed, she pushed him against it and dropped to her knees.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Florian stammered, looking down at her.

"Celebrating," she said simply, unbuckling his belt with practiced ease. "You made me a mommy. It's only fair I make you feel really, really good." She pulled down his pants and boxers, and his cock sprang free, already half-hard with anticipation.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling it pulse and grow in her grip. "Look at this thing," she murmured, admiring it. "This is the weapon of mass impregnation that defeated my defenses." She leaned in and took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip.

Florian let out a choked moan, his hands flying to her hair. "Carmine... oh, wow..."

She took him deeper, her head bobbing up and down his length. She wasn't just sucking him off; she was worshipping the cock that had knocked her up. She savored the taste of him, the way he throbbed in her mouth, the little sounds of pleasure he couldn't hold back. This was the father of her child. The dorky, adorable, champion-of-the-region love of her life.

When he was rock-hard and panting, she pulled back with a wet pop. "Okay, celebration round two," she declared, standing up and shoving her own shorts and panties down. She pushed him onto the bed and straddled his waist, not even bothering to fully undress.

She sank down onto his cock, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion. They both moaned in unison. She was already wet and ready for him.

"Ride 'em, cowgirl," Florian joked, his hands on her hips.

"Don't push your luck, rookie," she shot back, but she was smiling as she began to move. She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. The position pressed her belly against his, a constant reminder of their new reality.

"You know," she panted, leaning down to kiss him, "if I get morning sickness, I'm blaming you."

"If the kid is as bad at math as I am, you can blame me too," he grunted, thrusting up to meet her.

They moved together with a frantic, joyful energy. This wasn't the awkward, exploratory sex of their first time. This was a celebration. A messy, loud, hilarious celebration of their future.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Florian gasped, his eyes wide with wonder. "We're actually having a baby!"

"We are," Carmine agreed, her own heart swelling with a love so powerful it almost hurt. "And you're going to be the best dad in the world. Even if you do suggest naming our child after a Pokemon move."

She picked up the pace, riding him like he was the final boss in a championship match. She could feel her own climax building, a tight coil of pleasure in her lower belly. She reached down and rubbed her clit, pushing herself over the edge.

She came with a cry, her pussy clamping down around his cock. The sensation was enough to send Florian over the edge with her. He gripped her hips and slammed up into her one last time, filling her with another hot, sticky load of cum.

Carmine collapsed onto his chest, both of them breathing heavily. The room smelled of sex and sweat and a future they hadn't planned but were suddenly thrilled to embrace.

"So," Florian said, stroking her hair. "Champion Junior has a nice ring to it, right?"

Carmine groaned, but she was laughing. "We are not naming our baby Champion Junior. But... maybe we can call him 'Florian Jr.' if he's as cute as his dad."

Florian beamed, pulling her into a tight hug. "Deal. Now, how about another celebratory round? For the team?"