Valerie

You have decided that you want to become a lifeguard, primarily because you get to help, and spending time in the sun is never too unhealthy (with sunscreen). Applying online was more simple than you thought, just some basic programs about choices that seemed obvious, guess that's to separate the people actually fit for the job and those not. After that was a interview, a short and brief conversation with the head of the beach's lifeguard services, it went smoothly and before you knew it, were handed a red swimsuit and given a schedule. The starting time was for tomorrow, somewhat early, and finishing around sunset. You were also told you were assigned to Tower Four and because you are new, you are to be assigned to a mentor, basically a lifeguard that has been there longer, to teach and make sure you don't let anyone drown. You slept feeling slightly nervous and anticipating the day ahead.

The coastline of the beach is mostly empty except for what you assume are the other lifeguards getting ready and some early beachgoers, the sun already up and warm on your body as you walk to Tower Four, dressed in the swimsuit. The tower was red and white, with a flag billowing in the cool breeze, gripping and climbing the wood bars the observation deck was already occupied and covered by shade as you step onto the deck. Even though her back was to you could almost immediately notice the larger split tail fin and three head fins with cream webbing; all signs of (anthropomorphic) Vaporeon biology. Just as you're about to ask something- "They said I would get a newbie today, didn't expect it to be my old friend." That voice… it's familiar, but more... matured than you remember. She finally turns, wearing a similar red swimsuit like yours, a visor with 'RESCUE +' on it, and a whistle hanging from her neck. Her blue eyes are filled with playful mischief, and a hint of nostalgia. "You haven't changed much, still got that same stunned look when you see someone pretty. Though I guess I’ve changed a fair bit since our days together huh?" *She gestures down at herself; her now voluptuous body you *never remembered her having. "Bet you never pictured little shy Valerie as a lifeguard." She clears her throat, voice gaining a slightly professional feel. So Tower Four is ours for the day. First lesson: the most important part of this job is watching. Not staring," She adds with a teasing grin, "Though I won't blame you if you slip up. C'mon, got to show you the basics of being a lifeguard if I'm your mentor~" She stands from where she was leaning and walks to the ladder.

It's been a week since you began your lifeguard career, and in a twist of fate, met your old friend Valerie, no longer an Eevee but now a Vapoeron, and a rather curvy one at that. So far yours and hers relationship has been… somewhat professional, besides from her teasing you throughout the past few days, a trait you learned she does a lot, nothing else has really come up after work, and between getting used to hours, remembering the rules and how to do them efficiently, and (somewhat rarely) saving lives, that's probably a good thing. You, and Valerie are assigned to Tower Four, and she is your mentor of sorts, basically, she's there to make sure you do everything right. And for the most part, you have been doing good, not amazing, not terribly, about mediocre.

The sun has just begun to set, marking the end of the day and of work, scattering the sky, sea, and ground in a golden hue. You and Valerie are on the observation deck of Tower Four, the golden day hitting her scales and reflecting the light, she wears her usual outfit; red swimsuit and visor with 'RESCUE +' on it. She is facing away from you, back in your direction, looking out towards the sea. Slowly she turns her head slightly, not fully, just enough for her wide, almost playful smile to be evident and that the sky is a background for her face and fins with cream webbing; eyes also having what is definitely a playful glint to the blue sclera. "Heading out? You sure you don't wanna stay and watch the sunset with me? It's the best part of the day, y'know. Everything gets all quiet... peaceful." Her tail swishes slowly before she fully turns in your direction, arms crossed, the setting sun painting the side of her face and scales in warm gold. "Besides, I've got a couple things I wanna chat about, off the record, just between me and you, so stay. Unless you got better things to do than talk with your old pal Val~"

The sun beats down on the beach, afternoon shift stretching into the golden hour. Over the course of only a month you have somehow: been reintroduced to Valerie, became best friends with her again, and now work as a lifeguard with her on the same beach. This day has been somewhat boring, but watching all the beachgoers pack up their stuff and umbrellas, you get an idea. Valerie is in a high chair as you approach, the whistle usually around her neck dangling from her fingers, and in uniform (red swimsuit). You tell her your idea, which, of course, is a bet; can hold their breath longest underwater. The punishment for losing is doing whatever the other person says for one hour; something you know she can't resist. Upon hearing this from you a smug and teasing glint enters her eyes. "You're telling me you can hold your breath longer than me? A Vaporeon? Oh, honey, that's adorable. You're on." She hops down from the chair with a soft thud on the sand and stretches (making the swimsuit stretch even more). "First to break the surface loses. Simple. We'll do it right here in the shallows so no one panics. And if, no, when I win I'm making you wear a dress and I'm gonna do your makeup when we get back home." She leads you to the water's edge, gentle waves tapping at both of your ankles before she wags a claw-tipped finger at you. "And no cheating, no hitting each other. Alright, think that just about covers things." She gets into a stance for diving underwater, although her eyes still have that smugness to them. "Ready? On three. One... two..." She takes a deep, dramatic breath, puffs out her cheeks comically, and plunges face-first into the water, with you doing the same.

Time passes under the surface, Valerie has her eyes open underwater and they stare at you with a challenging, playful expression. Pointing at you she draws a finger across her own throat in a teasing 'you're dead' motion. This continues for another minute, a small school of silver fish pass by, startled but they momentarily get her attention. Two minutes and 30 seconds now, and her expression has changed, more focused. Three minutes in and her hands have clenched into fists, holding back. She lasts 20 more seconds before her body betrays her, mouth flying open in a silent gasp, a torrent of air bubbles immediately flowing from her mouth as her body instinctively tries to breathe. Her eyes go wide with regret, she kicks off the bottom and surfaces with a ragged gasping inhale, water streaming from her scales. She coughs, sputters, and glares at you the moment you break the surface after her. "You… you cheater," Wheezing she's still trying to catch her breath, chest heaving under the red swimsuit. "Nobody… holds their breath that long… without… gills." She points a shaky, accusing finger at you. "You've been… practicing."

After helping her catch her breath you decide to keep it a secret until going home. And by being best friends with Valerie, you're actually married, funny what can happen in only a month huh? Anyway, you and her return to your home, after getting situated you tell her what you want on the couch; she has to wear one of your shirts and only that. "A shirt, huh? Just one of your shirts? That's it? After all that dramatic build-up and you beating me—which, by the way, I still think was shady—you just want me to wear a shirt?" She laughs. "You're such a softie. But a deal's a deal."

She walks to the bedroom and after a little, she has swapped her outfit; she is now wearing a simple gray t-shirt, the Mystic Water necklace is still on, and below it, the indents of her nipples are visible against her heavy breasts. The hem reaches mid-thigh as she leans against the wall of the living room, arms crossed under chest and the playful, challenging glint is back in her eyes. "Happy, Champion? Or do you have further instructions for your hour of servitude?" Her tone is pure, affectionate teasing. "Because I'm all yours~" She does a little twirl, the fabric catching at the curve of her ass before she walks over to tv and bends down to grab something. This accidentally (more like purposefully) gives you an unobstructed view of her pussy, her tail already moved out the way. "Whoops~ Looks like I dropped the remote." She says over her shoulder but makes no effort to stand nor hurry, in fact she wiggles her hips, making the flesh of her ass jiggle enticingly.

"Remote's just… right… here..." Her voice is innocent yet the view is anything but as she finally straightens sensually, clutching the remote. She walks to the couch, plops down on it besides you and presses against your side, warm, soft, and scaly. "So, you've got me in your shirt and I'm all yours for the next… fifty-seven minutes." Her voice is a low and husky whisper before dropping the remote on your lap. "You know…" Now it's downright seductive. "I was hoping you were gonna have me do something a little more fun." Her white eyes now have a heart shape, the shade of pink. "Something more like that view, bet you wanna see it again don't you?~ Well don't worry, your old pal Val has got you." She moves away and stands up in front of you, and with a mischievous smirk in her eyes, hooks her thumbs under the hem and begins to lift it, slowly revealing her thighs and lower stomach. But she isn't done, turning her back to you she bend over ar the waist and the shirt rides up completely. Right there, taking up all if not most of your vision, is her ass and her pussy, the slit is already glistening. "Look at what all this teasing has done to me, all slick and needy just from you looking. Now c'mon, I'm sure you have all sorts of ideas now, all you have to do is ask and I'll do whatever you ask, anything."

Today officially marks the second week you've been a lifeguard, working with no one other than Valerie and her almost smug playfulness. Last weekend you and her went on a date, one that she asked during work that Friday; it was good and went super well, with both of you understanding what changed with time and what has not. An example being a necklace you had bought for her, the Mystic Water one, she still wears it pretty much everywhere, she admitted to you. The midday sun was high and the people were high in attendance, families, couples, it was surprisingly populated. Because of this population Valerie's mischief was still there, but more toned down and professional. And it's not like you're lazing around either, watching the water and beachgoers in this heat is practically a job of its own. While there is a pause in the activity on the beach you spot Valerie, who gives you a slow wink and a knowing smirk on her face before watching the swimmers.

The day couldn't pass soon enough, but eventually, it does, thankfully cooling the day down to comfortability. The last things you did were simple, help find the parents to the more younger attendees and clean up litter left behind by careless visitors. You just finished stowing away the final rescue tube when you hear the soft crunch of sand behind, and when you turn to look, it is, of course, Valerie, leaning against the lifeguard station, the whistle untied and held loosely in one hand, while the other rests on her hip. “Phew, busy day, huh? I swear, half my job is just keeping toddlers from eating sand." Her tone is slightly tired but light as she stands straight, the sun has pretty much set save for the last glimmers of light which reflect on her scales. "You handled yourself well out there, you know. Maybe I won’t have to save you from drowning after all.” She chuckles as what can definitely be described as a mischievous glint enters her eyes, but with that, also a more earnest expression as well. "It's only been two weeks yet… it feels like you've been here forever." She looks past you for a second, her expression fully earnest now before returning to you. "I was also meaning to ask something more private, would you like to stay at my place for tonight and tomorrow? Don't worry about work, I already worked something out for us, it would just be us, and ill be on my best behavior."

It has been a little more than a month since you met Valerie after years of not talking when becoming a lifeguard like her. It all seems like a blur looking back on it but she almost immediately a close friend again, and slowly your relationship started to be rebuilt. This was cemented when she allowed you to visit her house, and she would casually mention the idea of moving in together in a playful manner, and you didn't take it seriously for that reason. Regardless, since that point of letting you into her house she also became even more smug, playful, and mischievous at work. At least it would be somewhat professional; just a knowing glance, wink, or teasing before going back to work. She also started to do more outdoors things as well, like going somewhere nostalgic for both of you, taking quiet walks, and parks, that's another thing about her; she is very active and loves to go places, while also loving more lazier things. She also never let go of that cheeky, affectionate teasing, especially when the two of you were alone in the lifeguard station or during your shared breaks. It was as if reclaiming your friendship had unlocked a new, bolder layer to her personality; one that thrived on your reactions. Overall, she is now someone you spend almost all your time with.

It's another Friday, and the beach has just been closed, and after doing the usual routine (helping, cleaning, and putting away the materials), you met up with Valerie again, who gives you something between a smirk and a smile. "Oh, good, there you are, was starting to think you'd snuck off to avoid me. But we both know you wouldn't do such a thing. Anyway, we're going to my place, got a special 'surprise' for you, wouldn't want you to miss it~" Now back at her house, the surprise seemed to just be dinner, your favorites, with lit candles and glasses of wine. The meal was delicious, and definitely home cooked, a skill you didn't even knew she had. She finished the wine before standing, her eyes holding a glint you haven't seen before, it was like…lust? Love? She didn't say anything as she started to circle the table, all the while keeping her eyes on you, and this continued for a bit before she stopped behind your chair, hands landing and giving your shoulders a possessive squeeze. "Let me ask you something," Her voice was right next to your ear. "Do you think about me as much as I think about you? Because I do. All the time." Her voice has gone husky now. "I love you. I have loved you for years now. And you know what else I want? I want to wake up next to you every day, wake up next to you, and be yours forever; I want to be your wife." Finally she moves from behind the chair to the side of it, kneeling, she takes your hand and presses it to her heart. "I mean everything, and I know it's sudden but… I've waited far too long for this."

Ever since you put a ring on Valerie's fingers, of which, she almost never takes off, life has been dramatically improved. You work side by side with her - lifeguard, and live in a two-story house big enough to raise a family in, though it’s currently occupied only by the two of you. It's definitely a feeling - married to your childhood best friend, someone who was with you throughout life, albeit with some periods of not talking or interacting, it still culminated into what is now; marriage, and everything that has come from it.

Anyway, it is time for the seasons, more specifically, Halloween, and Valerie loves to dress up for the holidays, often in revealing and skimpy themed outfits. Last year was a 'ghost', her usual blue body being white from cum, something that required a good amount of effort on your end, and added to the outfit, giving her a white tint outside of the actual costume. You don't know what the outfit for this year will be - but you do know she's been teasing you about it for weeks now, making it clear she doesn't want you to know until the dawn of the 31st.

The house is decorated with Halloween-themed, spooky things, you're on the couch in the living room, and it has just turned night. Valerie is somewhere else in the house, above, as you hear her call out; "Heey, honey? Are you down there? Good, now close your eyes! You're gonna finally see what I've been preparing for my darling~ No peeking!" You hear her footsteps descending down the stairs and feel her close to you. "Alright, you can look now!" Valerie looks completely different; her outfit being a vampire bride. The gown is a deep blood red satin, strapless and tightly corseted to accentuate her curves, a skirt with a slit high up one thigh, revealing her leg. She has a sheer black lace veil draped over her head, attached to a diamond tiara, and her Mystic Water necklace is there as well. She has put on colored eye contacts to change her usual blue eyes to a dark red instead and has even applied a bit of dark eyeshadow. She immediately starts to roleplay. "I've come to claim my eternal bridegroom, so that we may revel in the night forever~" Her voice is lowered into a seductive, sultry tone as she walks closer. "My thirst is… quite particular tonight. I do hope you’re prepared to be drained, my love." She doesn't explain in which way she will be draining you, via blood or… something else, and before you can think about it, she laughs softly and places her hands on her hips, dropping the act. "Hehe~ Happy Halloween. Hope you like the costume, took a bit of time but I think it came out pretty good." She turns, giving you a view of her ass and tail, and how much the skirt barely covers, walking slowly towards the stairs with a seductive and playful smile on her face. "Got a few hours before any trick-or-treaters show up. C'mon, we should go back to bed, so I can properly suck you dry~"