Purple Matters
This story is for my friend, Killy The Fox. Hope you enjoy it and thanks for being there ^-^ Mewtwo and Charmander are © Nintendo and Gamefreak. I claim no ownership to them, this is only a fan-fiction. This story is only to be read by those 18 or older, as it contains sexual situations. Contains foot fetish, sweat, and gay sex. If any of these offend you, please do not continue. If you wish to read about those things, then rock on an enjoy ^-^
Purple Matters
The small charmander let out a loud "Char!!!!" as he ran opposite to where he had been heading for just a moment ago, a large, lightning-induced explosion right where he was about to run to. Above him battled two pokemon, a large dragonite and articuno, fighting over the territory. The poor charmander had been napping when he had almost been killed by a stray ice attack. He had been fleeing for over ten minutes now, trying desperately to get out of the battle's area. He fled in yet another direction, another blast coming down. He looked up for a moment, just as the dragonite hit the articuno with electricity. His eyes widened a bit, a soft "arrrr..." on his breath as he stared. They were both extremely powerful, that was obvious. The articuno took the hit like a master and attacked yet again. The char shook himself from the amazed state and quickly ran toward a small cave. His little chest heaved as he ran, adrenalin coursing through his veins.
A mewtwo lay there, staring at the ceiling. He was in a cave, upon a makeshift bed, his sharp purple eyes staring off into space as he thought deeply. He had been alone for a while now as many feared him. Despised him even, to the point where groups of mons would attack him. He had been staying in 'his' cave for some weeks now, finally in a place where he could relax. The only mons around were rattatas, maybe a few pidgeys. None of them minded him much, and he gave them the same set of mind. There were always plenty of fruits amongst mountain plants, plenty of fresh water streams. He could probably spend most of his life here, without being bothered- though the thought alone made him feel lonely.
He'd never spent more than a few minutes in the company of other pokemons, the evil stereotype of mewtwo preceding him, throughout the entire world. The 'two's eyes closed as he tried to relax. He reached up with one leg, the large foot covered in socks, wrapped in a leather 'boot', or as close as the 'two could come. Really, a piece of leather wrapped around his foot a number of times, making an effective cocoon of sorts, though it was pretty much good enough to be a boot. Nothing really got in, nor out, which the mewtwo enjoyed. The first leg lowered, the second raising, in the same condition. The socks and boots kept his feet warm, safe from the sharp mountain rocks, and the times he did take them off, he enjoyed the smell. He failed to see why not to wear them, even humans enjoyed shoes. And as far as the 'two knew, he was the closest to human pokemon got. Some sort of mid-step, may haps. He could think of no other pokemon that spoke outside their own dialect. Then again, his communication of English was entirely mental.
The 'two lowered his second leg and relaxed back, rolling to his side, curling into a semi-foetal position, his tail curling up between his legs. He relaxed with a quiet sigh, letting his mind spread, letting it search. His senses spread past the cave, past the mountains. He could see, go any place on earth, but he only watched most of the time. He felt the tingle of strong 'mon attacks, his concentration shifting to there. A soft expression of curiosity filled his face, as he mentally viewed the two pokemon battling. They would attack back and forth, over and over, the strength put into each attack seeming to be the most they could. One attack from each swirled together and went hurtling to the ground. Suddenly the 'two's mind exploded with a pang of red, a scream of help. His eyes shot open and he teleported instantly.
The small char had almost made it to the cave, he was only a hundred yards or so away now. He ran as fast as he could, his legs feeling so tired as he wobbled back and forth, panting harder now, his tail-flame flickering, growing smaller in the cold night, exhaustion taking him. He felt a harsh rumble pass through the ground and couldn't help but turn around to look. Hurtling at him was an enormous ball of destruction, ice and electricity swirling together. Much too huge for him to ever escape. He whimpered quietly, shutting his eyes, shivering deeply. He never knew, hours before, when going to bed, that it would be his last day...
There was a rush of cold air against him, and a loud crunching sound. He closed his eyes tighter, never having thought those sounds would mean death, never thinking that it would feel so ... painless, nothing. He paused, shivering again. He didn't feel dead... it felt just like moments before... he was still panting, sweating, whimpering. The char's bright blue eyes slowly opened. Before him was a large purple tail, waving slowly back and forth, leather-bound feet in front of it. The char's eyes slowly looked up, to a large mewtwo, standing in proud, strong glory. In its paws were the ice and lightning, condensed into a cantaloupe sized ball. The char slowly stood and whimpered, moving back a little more. He moved to the side a little, seeing the purple eyes of the mewtwo glowing deeply. The attack went flying back toward the two 'mon, who had stopped fighting. They each doged it and looked to one another, then the 'two. They nodded gently and went flying toward the 'two, trying to chase him away; it was their territory, and they wouldn't let a third come in, let alone a vile mewtwo. The mewtwo looked at them both and pulled his paws close to his chest. A shake came from the 'two's head "Please, leave this place. It is my only home." Each of the imposing pokemon gave an attack toward the mon. The two's paws thrust back toward the 'mon, one paw aimed at each, and a purple wave came from them. It flew quickly toward each pokemon, slicing through and destroying the attacks. They intersected, and the dragonate and articuno both were knocked out immediately, falling to the ground, unconscious.
The small charmander began to scoot away, a quiet, whimpering 'ch-ch-charchar...' under his breath. Whimpers continued as the mewtwo turned to him, sharp purple eyes falling upon the small 'mon. He smiled gently, his eyes softening a little, though the fierce look of a mewtwo still upon his face. "You okay there...? I heard your cry for help..." The charmander nearly wet himself. He just stared at the purple eyes looking at him. His breath was ragged, his tail flame a small flicker. Fear had made his entire body become even paler. His paw twitched gently. He couldn't attack and there was no way he could escape. He gave a large gulp and nodded faintly. The mewtwo smiled down and crouched, reaching out his three-digit paw. "Come, we'll go to my cave, just up the mountain... it's safe there..."
The charmander didn't know what to do. There was a large, white paw before him. He could say no... but what if it upset the 'two? And even if it was okay, the two battling pokemon would awaken eventually... likely angry... what if he couldn't get far enough away? He gulped deeply, and reached out his shaking paw, the mewtwo taking it. Suddenly the world turned black for just a moment, and they were in a cave with a fire. The sweaty, small charmander shook a little, then passed out.
The mewtwo slowly paced back and forth, his eyes gazing over the ground as he moved about. The young charmander had been out quite a few hours now. He knew that transporting for the first time could be rough on some, and assumed that must have been what happened to the poor charmander. He looked back into the room. The small charmander was still asleep upon his bed, still sweating gently. It was very warm inside the mountain; there was probably active lava flowing within it, or many fire pokemon . The charmander should be comfy. Mewtwo had seen fire types sweating quite often, they seemed to enjoy that level of heat. The lil mon's feet were in socks and the same leather cocoons that the 'two wore now. In case he got up, mewtwo wanted the little one's feet protected from the rocks. The 'two could always psychically move all the rocks out, or reshape them round, but... why not wear the leather 'boots'?
Charmander stirred a little, his bright blue eyes slowly opening. He looked about the room; it was all rock-colored, obviously the inside of a cave. Around him was a small fire, a few materials, pillows, and the bed he was on. It seemed to be human, along with most of the other things in the small cave. A shadow passed through the 'room's opening, and the mewtwo passed by it. The small charmander sat up, looking at himself. His tail flame was full again, and there were these weird things around his feet. The 'two sensed his newest guest's awakening, but pretended to not notice. He kept pacing about, wanting to seem as harmless as possible. The charmander gave a quiet sigh under his breath. He let out a whimpering, choked, "Ch-char?" [translations begin] "He-hello?"
The mewtwo gave a gentle smile and turned, coming toward the room. His prone figure filled the doorway, casting a shadow upon the smaller mon and the bed. "Hello, sleepy one... are you feeling better now?"
The charmander gulped and nodded. "Y, yes I am sir... my tail flame's steady again, I'm perfect..." but a gurgling sound gave away his empty stomach. A flush pressed over the charmander's cheeks. "Well... maybe... hungry a little..." The mewtwo laughed gently and nodded.
"Come this way, I have plenty of food. There are advantages to living on this mountain." He moved from the doorway and walked to the left. The charmander sat there softly, whispering to himself, "What have I got myself into...?" He hopped out of the bed, noticing the sharp rocks, and quickly chased after the larger mon. He followed the mewtwo's scent into a large kitchen. Or so he could only assume it was. There was water coming from an underground spring into a small bowl in the ground, pooling there, overflowing into a small track that exited through another hole in the wall. There were pits in the walls with foods in there, bowls of food stuffs, what looked like human jars of liquids. He looked over to the mewtwo, who was leaning against the wall in the corner, a gentle smile upon his lips, his eyes watching intently. The mewtwo's feet were bound the same as the charmander's. His tail catching a rock now and then on the way over, he understood why. The charmander realized he was staring at them and blushed gently, looking back to the food.
"Eat whatever you would like little one. There are many fruits from the forest, and human food, jelly, bread. Eat whatever you like." He pointed to a wall behind the charmander, in a large groove a pool of water. "That water's cold to drink. Help yourself." The charmander looked to the pool, then back to the mewtwo. He twitched his tail gently back and forth, asking under his breath, "A... What are you going to do with me...?" The mewtwo blinked slowly, tilting his head to one side. His tail twitched gently, the bulb on the end swaying a little. "... What do you mean?... I just saved you from those two 'mon that were attacking... I thought you would be safer here..." he leaned back again. "Would you like me to transport you back?"
The charmander gave a small jump and quickly exclaimed, "NO!!!" he gave a soft yelp and put his paws over his muzzle, looking to the floor. He didn't want to upset the pokemon, especially since mewtwo could destroy him with just a though. The charmander slowly looked up, and just as his sight came to the feet a few inches in front of him, the mewtwo's three-fingered paw came gently atop his head, rubbing toward the back, just in the right spot. The charmander gave a gentle sigh and drooped a bit; it was his special spot, it always made him relax. The mewtwo's voice rang gently in his head, "It's alright, little one... just relax, enjoy yourself, eat your fill." The charmander nodded weakly, still under the daze of the paw rubbing his head.
The charmander felt panic deep inside him, but started to churr faintly with pleasure as the mewtwo rubbed atop his head. There seemed to be no reason for panic or worry, the mewtwo had been nothing but kind thus far. It wouldn't be the first time the small charmander had been lied to either. Maybe mewtwos weren't all bad. A faint, stupid grin played over the charmander's muzzle, the pleasure suddenly stopping as the 'two pulled his paw away. The charmander blushed, he could feel the small cock that hung between his legs slightly swollen, and the foreskin tightened a little. He looked up to the mewtwo, spotting his own genitals. The balls hung low, unlike the charmander's smaller set, and atop them hung five inches of purple meat, the end of it covered in foreskin like the charmander. He smiled faintly in the fact that they both seemed to have quite a bit of it. Some pokemon, those captured, would be circumcised, like the humans that owned them. Charmander never really understood why. He looked down and then to the food, seeing all he could have. He slowly waddle-walked over to the food, looking through it. A quiet 'char-char' sigh came from him, not really meaning anything, just amazed at all the food. Usually he had to scrounge for any food he could hope to find, and it was just a bit overwhelming.
Finally he hopped up and pulled off a piece of salted meat, and down with it toppled a few more pieces. He gave a little whimper-yelp as they did, looking around him. A quiet grumble came from under his breath, and a startled jump when all the pieces rose by themselves, and tucked themselves away into the bin again. He looked over to the mewtwo with a quiet flush, the purple aura of his psychic ability dissipating from around his paw. He took up his meat with his arms, rolling back onto his rump and tail to chew on the corner of the meat, holding it with both paws and his legs, the chunk being a bit big for him. The pokemon's eyes bigger than his stomach it would seem.
Mewtwo pushed his palm toward the floor, a circle pressing down and out like wind, moving any small sharp rocks away for the two to sit, just before the food-enthralled charmander's rump hit the floor. The mewtwo slowly sat down with the charmander, scooting slowly closer, until the small char was between his legs, the 'two's feet against the wall. Mewtwo's paws reached down and fiddled gently with the smaller charmander's foot. The charmander pulled his maw from the meat and looked up, gulping the last bit, his lips covered in salt. He flushed gently and looked down, his feet near the two's genitals. "Thanks... for these... they're a really good idea in a place like this..." he glanced off to the sharp rocks on the floor to the other side of them. He looked back to his meat and got back to chewing, his tail swaying slowly, the tail flame casting wavering shadows about the floor.
Mewtwo yawned gently, watching the little one eat. He liked the sight of it, something about the charmander boy in his boots, his little genitals between his legs... the mewtwo was a bit flustered by the sight, finding it quite arousing. His light purple tongue gently licked at his lips, and he shook his head a little. He turned to the side and reached his paw out toward the wall. A cup lifted a few inches, and then slid through the air to his paw. It was definitely human, looking to be a large mug of some sort. He turned to the cool drinking water pool and got up, going to it. He filled the mug with the cool water and brought it back to the small charmander. It was indeed getting hotter in the cave, the healthy tail flame adding a good bit of heat to the already hot house, courtesy of the mountain's volcanic nature and inhabitants.
The charmander now had a fine, glistening coat of sweat upon him, little drops appearing here and there. He took the mug of cool water greedily in his paws and gulped down happily. It slid down his throat and into his tummy, making him feel strangely comfortable, settled almost. His large eyes lidded themselves a bit, setting the mug down. He moved back to the meat that was still held between his legs. He started ripping bits off with his lips again, his toes wiggling gently inside their leather confines. He sat back, sated with food and water, the meat almost gone now. He leaned back and laid down, panting quietly, both paws on his tummy. His eyes fully closed now, he rested gently, as satisfied as he could be.
Mewtwo leaned down and smiled gently. He took the mug of water in a psychic grip and pulled it to his face, drinking from it. The cup moved back to the shelf, and it cleaned itself, a psychic wave of energy doing it well. He turned back to the small mon and was about to lift the meat with the psychic energy and consume it, but a better idea hit him. he leaned down until his lips came to the meat. He took a deep smell, the scent of the charmander's boy musk filling his nose, sweat giving it a salty, stronger scent. It was a mildly spicy musk, as many fire type's were, but slightly faint and with a strong scent of youth to it. His nostrils gently brushed against the boy's sack as he took the meat in and began chewing.
The brush made the small charmander squeak and jump up, looking down at the mewtwo. The action caused his small member to move and rest atop the mewtwo's muzzle. Purple eyes came up to look into the charmander's youthful blue ones, still chewing on the cured meat. He mentally asked, "What's wrong?" a large gulp passing from his muzzle, the ball of food moving down to his stomach. The charmander quivered gently and shook his head, whimpering out, "No... nothing sir..." his small member began to stiffen slowly, the scent of the charmander increasing. The mewtwo smiled gently and nodded, leaning closer. He nuzzled gently into the charmander's balls and gave a slow, thin lick down the center, gathering some of the sack's thick sweat upon his tongue, tasting it. A soft, meaningless 'chaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrr...." escaped from charmander, making the mewtwo smile.
Mewtwo sat up and licked his lips, smiling gently. He looked down to the small charmander, his bulb-tipped tail swaying slowly behind him, a look of utter pleasure upon his muzzle. "Oh, I like you, little one... your ball slime tastes just right, sweet of young age, but with the hint of musk and sweat of a true male..." the light purple tongue slipped over the mewtwo's lips again. "I want you to stay here, safe and sound... on the condition you'll let me pleasure you, and return the favor." Mewtwo knew he was being forward, rash, and quite direct with what he was saying. But for years he had been alone, and this was the first time he'd been with a mon who'd not run away instantly. He couldn't help but let his feelings overflow into his desire, clouding his senses. Many would call it shameful for a mewtwo to act so, but with the gentle blush upon his cheeks, he wanted it too badly, had to ask for it.
The charmander just sat there in awe, looking at the mewtwo. Confused beyond belief, no idea what to say. He just lay there, his maw slightly agape. His member was erect at three inches, throbbing gently, the foreskin coming up over the head to a tip, a small opening at the top. He looked down to his small, throbbing member, the length matching his belly color. His tongue came out, partially dry, licking his own lips. The taste of salty sweat was there, a gentle bite upon his lip. A quiet sigh came from charmander as he thought. He had no family now... and his previous home was, if anything, splinters by now. Why would it be bad to live with a mewtwo...? All the food and drink he needed... and the pleasure... a gentle flush spread upon the charmander's cheek as he thought of it, all the pleasure he could get here. His eyes drifted to the mewtwo's crotch, finding it to be much like his own, just of a deep purple color and bigger... much bigger. The charmander gulped gently and shut his eyes. Why not, why not... he looked up, bit his lip, and nodded.
The mewtwo's heart sped deep within his chest, beating thickly, he could feel it through his whole body. The charmander wanted to stay with him! He felt joy he'd never experienced before coursing through his body. He licked his lips gently again, then dived down and hugged the charmander close, kissing atop his head. The charmander gave out a soft gasp-yelp of surprise, then giggled gently, feeling embarrassed. He leaned forward and gently licked at the mewtwo's second neck, the arching length from his back to the back of his head. Mewtwo's back arched and he whimper-gasped gently; the second neck housed a pure line of nerves housed in a strong bone structure to keep the neck from harm. Despite the solid housing, there were a plethora of touch-sense nerves along the skin, making him have to be careful with his neck. The lick to it made him groan with a mix of pleasure and near-pain.
The charmander gave a gentle grin. He liked making the mewtwo squirm and gasp, the power of such a little lick filling him with glee. He leaned forward to lick the neck yet again but the neck was pulled back from his reach. His tongue did encounter something, however. A soft purple tongue waited for the charmander's smaller pink one. The mewtwo's tongue curled gently around charmander's, pulling it into the white-lined maw. The charmander gave a gentle gasp and whimper of surprise, the flavor of mewtwo's maw something he'd not expected. He cherished it gently, allowing his tongue to be suckled gently as lust spread through his body.
Mewtwo gave quiet churrs of pleasure, letting the tasty fire type's tongue slip from his mouth, licking his own lips. Beads of sweat now coated his body as well, his eyes gazing lustfully upon the charmander boy. He moved back, until he was squatting slightly above the boy, half leaning over to him. He moved his paw up, a round digit pressing into the boy's chest. He wiped it down, until the finger was touching the base of his penis. Mewtwo then raised it, now thoroughly coated with the charmander's sweat. He brought it to his lips, then slowly licked off the sweat. A quiet groan peppered his breath, his member throbbing thickly above the charmander.
Charmander looked up to the length, panting gently. It was long, it had to be nine inches or a little more, additional foreskin crowning the top and coming to a point, just like the charmander's. Some thick slime was collecting in the opening at the tip of the foreskin. Charmander watched as mewtwo consumed his sweat, the paw coming back down. He gave a quiet whimper and churr, his eyes drifting closed a little more. The paw came down to his new leather 'boot', peeling off the leather. Charmander panted quietly as this was done. In some way it was erotic, his feet giving a strange feeling of satisfaction and pleasure. Soon the leather strips were tossed aside and all that was left were the sweat-soaked socks.
Mewtwo gave a quiet, chest-deep purr of pleasure, watching the small charmander's socked feet reveal themselves at last. He reached down to take each sock in a paw, peeling them off slowly. They were quite moist with sweat. He brought his right paw up to his muzzle, pushing the wet sock up against his muzzle end. A deep breath was pulled into the mewtwo's thin nostrils, the strong, salty scent of mon sweat and a gentle foot stink filling his lungs. He churred quietly and licked the sock, tasting some of the sweat. Moving his left paw down, he pressed the other sock to its previous wearer's muzzle. The calm, gentle voice of the mewtwo filled the charmander's mind. "Smell, take the scent deep, little one..."
Charmander was quite put off by the idea at first, having not thought of feet as something to enjoy in this manner. But taking his mast- er, the mewtwo's advice, he took a long, deep smell. The stink filled his lungs as he did so, the smell pressing hard against his senses. Sure, it stunk, mildly unpleasant... but there was something in the act, in the smell, it made his cock tense, flex, a quiet moan coming from him. he felt a tongue slip upon his sole, licking up along the sole, between the toes. Charmander shuddered and gasped, taking in a taste from the sock's moistness, groaning gently. The tongue licked expertly up along his leg, nearing his boy parts. Whimpers of anticipation filled his breaths as the purple tongue came closer to his crotch, taking up the salty sweat, until the tongue finally reached its destination. Mewtwo stopped at the edge of the crotch and charmander could only feel his warm breath for a few moments.
The purple tongue started just above charmander's tail slit down upon his tail base, making its trip upward as slow as it could. It passed over the charmander's lower crotch, below his balls, until it finally reached the precious orbs. The taste of boy genitals and musk burst upon the mewtwo's tongue as it lathered over the small sack, tasting the flavor for the first time. Mewtwo cherished the first taste, curling his tongue first around one orb, then the other. Finally he moved to the main prize. His tongue pulled back into his maw, and he looked down at the cock. Taking it between his three finger-digits, he slowly peeled the foreskin back.
Charmander had never done this with his foreskin, and the first time felt incredibly good. The skin stretched just a bit to curl back, and inside the yellow outside, the inner foreskin was much thinner, and of a pink color. The boy's small head came into view, and mewtwo slowly leaned down, licking around it. Charmander squealed and squirmed, the pleasure almost pain to his young body. He finally settled down, only making little jumps and gasps from the licking of his cock head.
Mewtwo saw that the smaller mon was finally getting used to his treatment. Two of his digits constantly rubbed along the length, his tongue attacking the head until it was used to the sensation enough. His paw released and the foreskin flopped back over the head. Mewtwo grinned gently at charmander and slowly lowered his head down, taking the young cock into his maw. Moving both paws forward, he took charmander's feet into a paw each and began massaging them slowly, his digits working between the small charmander toes as he suckled and licked gently along charmander's length.
Mewtwo had only been working on the cock for a short while before charmander started to breathe faster. Within a few minutes a soft yelp came from the 'mon and he jumped, a few drops squirting into mewtwo's maw. Mewtwo spread them with his tongue and tasted cum, not pre as he'd expected. He slowly pulled his lips off the small member and looked up to charmander, swallowing the seed. He'd not expected the young mon to cum this soon, and was a little disappointed he wouldn't be able to tease further. The charmander slowly sat up and smiled to the mewtwo, charing out, "Take off your shoes ant sit down."
Mewtwo smiled gently and sat down. He reached with his paws, moving them around his feet, the leather peeling itself off. Left underneath were two slightly grayed socks. He blushed faintly, his tail swaying slowly back and forth as he watched the smaller mon. Charmander came closer and hugged a foot. Pushing his muzzle deep between the two thick toes, the sock wrapping around his face, the charmander took a deep sniff of the foot odor. A powerful foot stink filled his nostrils, salty sweat here and there amongst the smell. Mewtwo moaned and flushed gently, the scent reaching his own nostrils. Charmander sniffed again, rubbing his face about, the squeezing of the two toes on either side of his head and the movements of the foot against him letting him know the mewtwo owner loved it.
Charmander backed a little, his head feeling a bit light from the sock in his face. He moved his paws up and took the tip of the first, biting down upon it as well, and pulled as he backed up, peeling the sock from the mewtwo's foot. He fell back once it finally came off, the sock on him. The charmander slipped the sock off and moved to the other foot, following the same process, though he managed not to fall this time. Stacking the socks in a pile, he moved back to the mewtwo. The pungent scent of the white, two-toed feet had filled the air thickly, both breathing the intoxicating aroma. Along with it there were the subtle musks of the two mon, and sweat. All mixed together it was a strong aphrodisiac for each, the charmander's newly-awakened member already hard again.
Charmander moved up between the mewtwo's legs and came to a thick, large sack. Leaning down, he started gently lapping over the thin skin, feeling the soft membrane bunch up under his tongue, gathering musk and ball slime upon his tongue as he licked. Closing his maw about his tongue again, he licked his lips and churred gently, giggling. He moved up, straddling the balls, his member poking into them gently. The mewtwo quivered slightly, enjoying the feeling of the mon between his legs.
Charmander's paws moved up and took mewtwo's length about 3/4th the way up. He gripped gently and pulled down, slowly pulling back the dark purple foreskin. Within was a lighter foreskin, a purely white tinged deeply with red, and a throbbing purple-red cock head. The inner foreskin and cock head were glistening with a gentle slime of inner-foreskin lubricant and a slight bit of pre. Charmander leaned close to smell it and quivered gently, letting out a soft sigh. The scent of it was a powerful stink, but boy, was he ever growing to like stinks. He leaned forward and started lapping at the slime on the cock head, a bitter, somewhat foul taste filling the charmander's mouth. Despite it, whether hormones or otherwise, something caused him to love the flavor, to love the smell.
A paw came down to grip charmander's head, pushing it forward. The large purple head slipped within the charmander's maw and he struggled gently, letting go of the length. The foreskin curled up over his muzzle, swallowing it, coating it in the slime. His tongue pushed at the head and licked at it, his teeth gently rubbing it, sucking softly on it. He let out a little throaty whimper, squirming softly on the cock head. The paw released his head, and he pulled back, panting loudly, falling upon his rump. He looked up at mewtwo, how was blushing gently, giving a tender, quiet 'sorry' within the charmander's head.
Charmander giggled gently and shook his head, falling upon his back, laying there, looking up. He licked his lips, the bitter slime there and over his whole muzzle. He watched as mewtwo stood over him, mewtwo's paw upon his own cock, playing with the foreskin. Mewtwo raised his sweat-moist foot and grinned, dropping it upon the smaller mon. Charmander squirmed and groaned quietly, his toes curling, his body quivering. Whimpers peaked gently as the foot started to move up and down, mostly rubbing against his stiff member. Mewtwo's free hand paw came to the wall, supporting and balancing him as he toyed with his own cock, working his foot upon charmander.
Charmander felt the hot moistness upon the foot get forced upon him, the scent of it filling his senses. The two thick toes rubbed against his face and chest, his eyes closed for protection, but more so out of lust and passion. His hips grinded up against the foot, his little cock's foreskin peeling back and the head rubbing along the sole, making him whimper and quiver. Charmander bit on his lip gently, his small arms softly wrapping around the foot, doing his best to work his cock better into the foot.
Mewtwo watched with pleasure, the hot charmander rubbed against his foot bringing great pleasure to him. he watched small drops of sweat fall form his body and around the charmander, onto the charmander, mingling with more sweat. He groaned quietly, his three bulb-tipped digits of his paw working the foreskin, under it, and the head, psychic waves stroking down the shaft of his cock. He gave a soft groan as he felt a few drops of hot seed squirt onto his sole, the charmander gasping and squirming. The thoughts alone of a small mon squirting onto his foot drove mewtwo to the edge, but feeling it made him dive over. Cum filled his foreskin, making it swell before it spilled out the tip of the cock, squirting onto the wall, floor, and onto his foot, dribbling to the small mon under it.
Charmander squealed and squirmed as he had the second orgasm of his life, the pleasure derived from it making him insane, boggling his young mind. He just couldn't fully take it, the pleasure driving him to squirm and twitch. He felt hot liquid pouring upon him, the mewtwo grunting, his eyes opening to see white globs drop out of the foreskin, whimpering a little, the amount so immense. The toes above him squeezed down into him, holding him firmly, exposing more of his face to be slathered in seed.
Mewtwo grunted and panted gently, falling to his knees, making sure not to hurt his little charmander buddy. He pulled charmander from the floor and turned over, resting against the wall, letting charmander rest upon his belly. Mewtwo closed his eyes and panted quietly, his toes curling, his cock flopped ¾ soft between his legs. Charmander's arousal had also softened, the two orgasms draining all the energy he had. He wasn't sure whether it was a dream or not, conscious or not, but something felt warm, growing deep inside him, as he thought he heard mewtwo's words in his head, "Goodnight, my beautiful little char..."
Story done by Dreamous Iceling. Comments can go to [email protected] or wherever posted. Criticism 'n all is welcome ?