Apple red
Story by 9x9 on SoFurry
It was a day of mid-summer, the forest was full of life that sunny afternoon, and all kinds of Pokémon could be heard among the trees. Mew for his part, was enjoying some company in a forest cleaning. Both Pokémon were in a sixty-nine position, Mew was lying face up on the grass, sharing a mutual fellatio with the Pikachu on top of him. The New Species Pokémon was enthusiastically licking his partner's erection while massaging the Mouse Pokémon's back and rear. The Pikachu was bobbing his head, sucking Mew's penis, and massaging his testicles with his little forepaws.
The Pikachu changed position and started pressing his balls against Mew's mouth, “Suck them." Mew followed and put the cottony scrotum in his mouth. He rolled both Pichu-makers with his tongue while gently sucking. The electric-type started moaning without neglecting Mew's penis and balls.
Mew could notice the Mouse Pokémon was getting close to climax by how he was moving his hips up and down. The psychic-type let the Pikachu's testicles out of his maw and continued sucking his erection. Few seconds passed before the Pikachu raised his head and moaned in ecstasy while discharging his load in Mew's mouth.
Mew was still licking clean the Pikachu's penis when the latest moved his lower body forward and sat on Mew's belly. The Pikachu held Mew's erection in his left forepaw and softly started to masturbate it. Mew closed his eyes and relaxed, waiting for the Pikachu to sit on his hard penis, but such thing never happened.
Mew felt an electric discharge through his body when a Thunder Punch landed on his vulnerable gonads. If he had the chance to scream he would, but he was breathless.
The Pikachu got up and stood before Mew, “Sorry."
“Wh- Why?" Mew tried to ask why the electric-type did such thing but he found hard to speak.
“It's what I must do." The Pikachu looked towards some bushes behind him, there was a person hiding among the plants. It wasn't the first time a trainer tried to catch Mew, but no one used such dirty trick before.
Mew wasn't able to get up, his lower body felt numb, and simply didn't respond. The Pikachu stepped back a little as his trainer threw a Poké Ball towards Mew, the psychic-type gathered all the energies he could and rejected t it with his tail.
“I guess it can't be helped." The Pikachu rushed towards Mew ready to attack. Mew got prepared to receive him with a Psychic attack, but due to the paralysis he couldn't do anything. Meanwhile, the Pikachu dealt a painful Dynamic Punch onto his opponent's sore nuts. The poor psychic Pokémon trashed violently as the Pikachu's fist flattened his right testicle against the ground.
Finding himself cornered, the New Species Pokémon remained in expectation of his adversary's movements, but he found hard to focus due the confusion effect of the Dynamic Punch. The trainer hadn't thrown another Poké Ball; probably wanted to weaken him some more first. “Iron Tail," said the trainer from behind the bushes. The Pikachu stepped back and rushed against Mew once more, and three meters before reaching the pink Pokémon he jumped.
Running out of options, Mew tried to use Me First. He only hopped he could use his move despite the paralysis and the confusion. Once more he focused all his energy in lifting his tail, it glowed with a metallic shine as Mew landed a solid hit on the Pikachu's crotch. The psychic-type could feel his opponent's soft gonads squashing with the impact at the same time the Mouse Pokémon's tail tip grazed his genitals. The Pikachu was launched against a tree and fell to the ground raising a cloud of dust.
The electric-type let out a high pitched shriek and started rolling on the ground in fetal position, he was too pained to get up and keep fighting. The trainer stayed quiet during some seconds, but unwilling to waste more time, called the Pikachu back to his Poké Ball and threw the Poké Ball of the next Pokémon, a Marowak.
Mew took advantage of those valuable seconds the switch lasted to focus on his next move, and before the trainer had time to command something to the Marowak, the psychic-type started floating away. “Don't let him escape!" shouted the trainer as the ground-type hurried to use Bone Club and tossed his bone towards Mew. The pink Pokémon was so concentrated in his next move he only noticed the bone rushing towards his crotch when it landed on his left testicle; the fragile organ was deformed between the solid bone and his pelvis at the instant of the impact. Mew stopped dead; the Marowak's bone fell to the ground but the psychic-type remained floating midair for two seconds. Then the psychic-type let out an agonized whimper and fell backwards following the bone.
Both, the Marowak and his trainer saw Mew slowly falling down, cupping his red bruised orbs, but before he touched the ground he disappeared. The surprised ground-type moved to the spot of the fall, he looked around, and after picking up his bone, he said the obvious, “Mew used Teleport, he escaped."
Meanwhile somewhere, resting among the branches of some apple tree, Mew was checking the damages the fight caused on his battered orbs, only to touch them was really painful for the poor Pokémon, but he needed to make sure that neither of them had a serious injury. Some minutes passed between rolling the badly swollen pair in his little forepaws and taking respites to recover from the pain, but in the end he could breathe easy, knowing that everything was alive and in one piece. “At least this look will keep them camouflaged."