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Another squeeze with those feet, and this time, there was something else, a pressure on his mind. Sunkit gasped as he felt his head fill with images of Mewtwo paws, hot, slippery soles presented to him, those thick toes pushing past his lips and fucking his mouth, the scent around him at all times.
His cock was immediately harder than it had ever been, and the otter moaned, shivering between the grasping soles of the psychic Pokemon. He moaned, biting his lips, trying not to say more, but his thoughts spoke for him. And Mewtwo, of course, could read those thoughts.
“You want to be under my feet. You want to be slobbering on my toes. You want to be a personal paw slut. You can’t admit it yet.”
Push. Another squeeze of those feet on either side of his head, another pulse of images running through his mind. This time, this time, he saw himself on his back, his eyes closed, his cock pinched between Mewtwo’s toes for being a good otter while he had the chance to suck and lick on the other toes. He shivered, moaning, his cock throbbing so hard that it almost pushed past the little buttons in the pajama bottoms he wore.
Mewtwo chuckled.
“You can’t admit it yet, but you will, soon.”
Another push, and then another, each one burning through his head. Little attractions that he’d had, little ideas that he’d allowed himself in private, were taken and twisted. Every little foot fantasy that he’d ever considered was fed back to him at full force, burning through his mind and adding to the repertoire of fantasies that he had in his mind. Whether it was something with Mewtwo, or something with another Pokemon, it was filed away and put into the fantasy cupboard for later. He wanted...no, he needed it. He needed it.
